After the main character who took the blame retired, the female lead quit.

Xiao Yu stepped forward and placed his hand on the gun barrel before lowering his head and asking:

"What do you mean, 'one of us'? Aren't you a monster?!"

Chapter Fifty-Seven, Grandpa Dragon

Hearing that Xiao Yu intended to communicate, the dragon-headed beast, which had been drooping its head and pretending to be dead, suddenly jolted awake, raised its head again, and shouted excitedly:

"Really! Grandfather Dragon Lord, I'm like a soldier in Cao Cao's camp with my heart in Han! I've been under that white-haired phoenix's control for so many years, stuck in this wretched place guarding the gate, and I've been thinking about Lord Dragon Lord's mouth all the time! Now I've finally been waiting for you to come!"

"Grandpa Dragon?! What kind of weird title is that?"

Xiao Yu stepped on it.

"Isn't that so? Grandfather Dragon Lord, you are the Dragon Lord's companion, and all the dragon magic and supernatural powers you use are the true inheritance of our clan! As a member of the dragon family, and since all dragons in the world are descendants, I should respectfully call you Grandfather Dragon Lord."

"Partner?" Xiao Yu frowned, and it took him a while to figure out the meaning behind it.

"Dragon Lord" is a term that corresponds to the partner relationship of the Dragon Lord. If the Dragon Lord is male, the other half is called "Dragon Lady" or "Dragon Lady". The reverse is also true.

"Grandpa" was an honorific title it added to curry favor with the creature in order to save its life.

Dragon Lord...

Xiao Yu thought of Long Wanyan. It seemed that when they were in a symbiotic relationship, the system had indeed mentioned the term "Dragon Lord".

Considering his current status as Long Wanyan's Daoist partner, it was indeed correct.

Good heavens, Long Wanyan's face is actually this big?!

Xiao Yu clicked his tongue in amazement. At this moment, the dragon-headed beast beneath his feet made a new move:

"Grandpa Dragon, Grandpa Dragon, I was just bewitched by that white-feathered phoenix demon fire and lost my senses for a moment, which is why I dared to attack you. Give me a chance, and I will follow you to the ends of the earth, recognize you as my master, and serve as your mount."

Mount?

Xiao Yu glanced at the flaming armor in the distance and suddenly smiled:

"No need. You're in a weak position now, surrendering so quickly in front of your former master. In the future, when I'm in trouble, I might end up like this. You're like a weathervane, swaying with the wind. Keeping you around is too much of an unstable factor. It's better to kill you as soon as possible!"

As he spoke, he exerted force, straightening the spear, and the beast's body was pressed down by the spear shaft, causing it to dent slightly.

Upon seeing this, the majestic dragon head of the strange beast turned pale.

"No, no, no, Grandpa Dragon, please show mercy! The situation is different. My former master is long dead. He was only able to move because the white-haired phoenix used demonic fire to power him. If I hadn't woken up quickly, I probably would have been devoured by the flames. Now I am free."

"I was just out for a trip when he caught me and forced me to be his mount. Now that I'm in the Phoenix Clan's territory, with their vast wealth and power, how could I dare to have any thoughts of resistance? Even ants have the thought of survival. I just want to live."

Seemingly fearing that Xiao Yu would rip out its bones with a single spear thrust, the dragon-headed beast began to roar.

"Moreover, I have already thoroughly investigated the terrain and area of ​​the Phoenix Clan's ancient parasol tree. I am just waiting for the day when Lord Dragon Lord attacks this place so that I can act as an inside agent. My loyalty and utmost devotion are all for today!"

I am of the same origin as the dragon, of the same bloodline. How could I betray you, my lord, once again!

The dragon-headed beast spoke with a sobbing voice, tears streaming down its face, as if it had been an undercover agent for many years and had finally waited for the police to close the net, and the various grievances it had suffered during that time were beyond words.

Xiao Yu initially didn't think much of it, but his eyes lit up when he heard it say that it had already thoroughly explored the terrain and area of ​​the ancient parasol tree.

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Meanwhile, on Ulala's side, her battle with the Fiery Armor seemed to have reached a critical moment.

The heavy metal axe blade struck down, causing the flaming armor to become visibly unstable. Cracks even appeared on the surface of the armor, and the flames weakened considerably.

Upon closer inspection, the white bones that served as the host organism gradually became thinner under the burning white flames.

Ulala's situation was not good either. Blood-red lines appeared on the ferocious black tiger's body, and droplets of blood were constantly seeping out from the lines.

The sword's edge was sharp and difficult to withstand.

Sometimes, to avoid that eerie white flame, she would rather take a few more sword blows than provoke it.

Stimulated by the pain in her body, she couldn't help but tighten her grip on the axe handle. The metal axe blade turned red-hot from repeated impacts with the halberd and the licking of white flames, and the scalding heat traveled up the weapon in her hand.

He burned many blisters on the tiger's mouth of her hand that was gripping the axe handle. When she clenched her hand, the blisters burst, and a sticky, thick sensation came from her hand.

She was covered in blood from head to toe.

Faced with this situation, Ulala showed no fear or apprehension, but instead displayed a certain joy.

Pain was the best seasoning, as if she was born to fight.

The black tiger tattoo on its body gleamed, and the blood that had seeped out was completely absorbed. By nourishing its ferocious aura through battle, this ravenous beast finally showed a hint of satiety.

"You iron turtle, you're really hard to pry open!" She spat a mouthful of bloody foam on the ground, her two rows of sharp teeth grinding together.

Things have come to this point, whether or not to remove the armor is no longer important. It would be better to smash this flaming armored monster, take the fragments back, melt them down, and make a new set of armor.

She raised the mottled axe blade and charged forward again, swinging the giant axe to strike the incoming halberd hard.

The immense force rippled through their weapons, making their fingers numb and causing the shafts to tremble and shake.

Ulala didn't care. Instead, she took a big step forward, put her hands on the axe handle, gathered her strength, and unleashed a move that could split Mount Hua with an axe.

The Fiery Armorer naturally wouldn't just stand by and watch this attack land on it. It swept its halberd horizontally, aiming straight for Ulala's chest. If it landed, Ulala's entire body would probably be shattered into powder.

Ulala ignored everything and made no attempt to defend himself with his axe. The beast-shaped Yazi pattern on the golden iron axe in his hand shone brightly, as if he was prepared to perish together with his opponent.

However, as the halberd swept across Ulala's vicinity, a sudden change occurred: the black tiger tattoo on her body, which Xiao Yu had always thought was just for show, came to life.

With a glint of its scarlet eyes, the tiger's head, exuding a fierce aura, stretched out and bit the halberd that was being attacked.

The tiger's jaws were incredibly strong, and the flaming armor could not be pulled out for a moment.

A dark, malevolent aura erupted, flowing along the shaft of the halberd and swirling around the cracks in the chest of the flaming armor. Vigorous flames flickered within the armor, but this time, a chill was felt.

By the time the armored warrior released his grip on the halberd, the axe blade was already upon him.

Peng!

It was a deafening roar that shook the heavens and the burning armor flew backward like a broken piece of scrap metal. The breastplate at the chest was shattered, revealing a beating flame at the heart beneath the ribs.

The armor landed, some of its parts scattered on the ground, and the body trembled, but it couldn't stand up for a while.

At the same time, Ulala's giant axe fell from her hand. Looking at the fallen, flaming armor, she extended a friendly international gesture:

"Rubbish!"

Boom!

As soon as she finished speaking, her body gave way and she fell backward, collapsing to the ground.

Xiao Yu was left standing in the distance, staring at the mess that lay scattered everywhere.

"My goodness, this guy is really powerful. The armor made for my former master was a gift from the Phoenix Clan. It was made of dragon scale silver iron and forged a thousand times, supplemented with various precious materials. The cloud fungus fire essence inside was just used as decorative patterns."

Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to withstand the demonic fire of the white-feathered phoenix.

The exclamations of the dragon-headed beast rose and fell in my ears, “Moreover, although my former master lost his mind and lost most of his martial arts skills, the martial arts foundation engraved in his bones is not so easy to erase. This little tiger is quite powerful to have been able to fight for so long!”

Grandpa Long... what do you think...?

As Xiao Yu approached, carrying a bronze spear, before he even got close, the dragon-headed beast floating to the side, transformed into a cloud of mist, began to slyly entice him.

Xiao Yu ignored it, walked forward, stepped over the exhausted Ulala lying on the ground, and came to the tattered armor.

The white flame hung in the hollow chest, contracting and expanding like a beating heart, silently gazing at Xiao Yu.

Chapter Fifty-Eight, The White-Haired Widow

"I keep hearing you talk about the white-feathered phoenix. Who is she?! Didn't the phoenix go extinct along with the dragon a thousand years ago?"

Looking at the still-burning white phoenix flames, Xiao Yu asked the dragon-headed beast floating beside him.

The white mist trembled and swirled, and soon the voice of the dragon-headed beast came from within:

"Grandpa Dragon is joking. The Dragon Lord is perfectly fine after being reincarnated. Besides, the Phoenix Clan has the immortal power of Nirvana, which allows them to be resurrected."

"Among them, Bai Feng is the one destined for the Phoenix Clan, born from the collective fortune of the entire clan. He is a child of destiny, blessed by the will of Heaven. As a different species, he is covered in white phoenix flames that cannot be extinguished even by watering. He is not so easy to kill."

However, there is a limit to rebirth. Now, most of the phoenix clan has been slaughtered to the point that even rebirth is no longer effective, and the phoenix has become extinct.

Alas! In the end, all the races fought each other, but unexpectedly, the most insignificant human race reaped the rewards. And this white phoenix was even sealed away here by the human race that once kept her.

After all, the White Phoenix is ​​different from other phoenixes; it cannot be killed, and the only hope is that the passage of time will erase it.

At this point, the dragon-shaped mist swirled, revealing a pair of smug dragon eyes:

"However, the outside world has changed drastically. I can see that the human race is at its peak. Now that someone has come here, she has been disturbed and revived. Even if she comes back to life and is reborn, what can she do?"

This white phoenix is ​​a lone tree that cannot support itself. It is extremely difficult for the phoenix clan to produce offspring. They pursue the purity of bloodlines, and there are very few newly born phoenixes. Apart from the white phoenix, the others are all ancient relics.

Forced by circumstances, they compromised and began to absorb other races to strengthen themselves, which led to the concept of "family members." However, this could not ultimately conceal the weakness of their small population.

The Phoenix clan also has a tradition of mates who remain together for life; once a mate dies, the clan ceases to reproduce.

At this point, the dragon-headed beast seemed to have thought of something, and a smile appeared on its huge dragon eyes:

"Hahaha...Speaking of which, this white-feathered phoenix's mate was a human she used to raise. Later, when the human race rose to power, her mate turned around and betrayed her, leaving the phoenix clan."

This widow has no hope of strengthening the Phoenix Clan now. Faced with overwhelming power, she is ultimately like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, merely clinging to life.

Peng!

Xiao Yu glanced at the flames on the chest of the armor, which flickered and burned a few times when the dragon-headed beast spoke of the white-haired widow.

"In the end, it still comes down to our dragon race. Our dragon bloodline is spread all over the world, casting a wide net. Although it is mottled and chaotic, after going around in circles, there are many strange beasts that are related to us. In this situation where the human race is at its peak, we are the most likely to rise up and make a comeback."

The dragon-headed beast was unaware of this and continued talking to itself, seemingly quite engrossed.

Having been frozen in the secret realm for many years, it had long been holding back a lot of things to say.

It was originally a strange beast from the ancient Yaoman tribe. Dragons are inherently promiscuous and have no reproductive barriers with other races.

Therefore, at that time, there were many monsters with dragon blood. The dragon race was a major race and a powerful one among all races. Many strange beasts wanted to join it, but unfortunately, its bloodline was quite mixed. It had dragon blood, but it was not good enough for the dragon race at that time.

However, his outstanding ability to transform into mist caught the eye of a Phoenix Clan general, who captured him and made him his mount. He had long harbored resentment towards the Phoenix Clan.

Although the true dragon has fallen and the human race has prospered, the dragon veins of the world have not been dispersed. It is not a problem for the true dragon to be reborn and make a comeback; there is great hope for it.

Those who understand the times are wise; if it surrenders now, it will be a hero when the dragon race is revived.

The dragon-headed beast was making its own calculations, but Xiao Yu, noticing its little scheme, shook his head, skeptical of any talk of the dragon race rising up.