An Unorthodox Guide to Conquering Another World

"Hey, wait, what happened to the good thing we were promised?"

He stood up and tried to run.

As soon as he turned around, he bumped into a girl.

"Ouch..."

The other person almost fell because she lost her balance, but Ya Feng quickly grabbed her.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

"Watch the road..."

The girl looked up and saw a tall, handsome young man in front of her with a slightly mischievous air. He was exactly the kind of young man she had been eating, and her eyes immediately lit up.

"...I, I'm fine." She quickly composed herself and said with a slight smile.

"That's good," he said casually.

"Um... handsome, are you alone?" she asked tentatively, tucking a strand of hair behind her face.

"I..." Before Ya Feng could answer, a figure approached her, a pair of dragon eyes glaring fiercely at the woman.

"What is it?" Zeshita said coldly.

"No, it's nothing... My grandma is about to give birth, so I'm leaving first." Seeing the fierce silver dragon, the girl was so frightened she couldn't speak and quickly ran away.

"You seem to have scared them," Ya Feng said.

“Who gave you permission to ignore me talking to other females?” Zehita immediately turned her head and glared at him.

"It was just an accidental bump..." Ya Feng began to explain, but when he looked at the angry silver dragon in front of him, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Didn't you say you didn't care if I was with other women?"

“Is this the same thing?!” Zehita leaned closer and stared intently at him.

"You usually ignore me, but when you're with me, you only have eyes for me, the dragon. This is..."

She paused for a moment, then continued:

"This is a servant's respect for his master and a basic courtesy!"

"When did I become your servant?"

"From tonight onwards, if you want me to do something for you, you'll have to please me properly."

"Sigh... Fine then," Ya Feng shook his head helplessly.

"Then, tonight I will keep a close eye on you, Lady Zeshita."

“That’s more like it.” Zeshita snorted, then, as if remembering something, she stretched out a slender white hand and said to him:

"hand."

Ya Feng inexplicably put his hand on it, and then Zeshita pulled him over to sit down, without letting go of his hand.

Ya Feng pondered her intentions for a long time before realizing that she might want to play the hand-shaking game.

But it seems they just forgot to let go.

Oh well, I'll just hold on to it. It's not a loss.

Is this what they mean by "good things"?

Sigh, I feel surrounded by a strange sense of possessiveness.

He took a sip of fruit wine, turned his head, and saw that Zeshita's pretty face was flushed, and her lips looked particularly pink and alluring.

"Are you drunk?" he asked.

I've never seen Zeshita drink alcoholic beverages before. Dragons do have fruits that can be drunk like alcohol, but Zeshita rarely eats them, and I've never seen her drunk, so I don't know her alcohol tolerance.

However, it is generally accepted that powerful dragons have a high alcohol tolerance.

"Huh? Who's drunk? I'm a dragon! How could I be drunk by a measly human juice?" Zeshita propped herself up on the bar with one hand, supporting her soft cheek, and glared at him with a frown.

"So, how many is this?" Ya Feng gave her a thumbs-up.

"Should I shove two of your fingers up your eyes?"

"Okay, looks like he's not that drunk yet." He nodded in relief.

"I already said I'm not drunk!"

Zehita took another sip of fruit wine in a huff.

Ya Feng saw Zeshita's lips, flushed red from the alcohol, soft and plump, making him want to kiss them.

He leaned on the table with one hand, smiled slightly, and said to her:

"Zehita, how about we make a bet?"

"A bet?" Zeshita looked at him.

"I have no interest. You're definitely up to no good."

Ya Feng took out a card from his wallet. It was a collectible character card from Zeshita's favorite game, "Heroes of the Three Kingdoms," featuring her most frequently used dragon character.

"I finally managed to draw this. If you're willing, consider it our bet," Ya Feng said.

Upon seeing the card, Silver Dragon's eyebrows lifted slightly.

"Alright, what are we betting on?"

"I'll bet... I can kiss you without touching you," Ya Feng said.

"If I lose, this card is yours. If you lose, you'll have to call me master, okay?"

"Calling you master? You really dare to think that way," Zeshita scoffed.

"So, do you dare to bet?"

“Alright, come on then. I’d like to see how you can kiss me without touching me.” Zeshita said, turning around, raising her chin, and waiting for him.

Then, without hesitation, Ya Feng leaned in and kissed her soft, wine-scented lips, pulling her close and savoring the sweet taste of the silver dragon without any pity.

After a while, their lips parted, Ya Feng sat back down, pursed his lips, and pushed the collector's card in front of the stunned Zeshita.

"I lost, here's the card," he said, accepting his defeat.

Zeshita felt the touch on her lips and stared at him for a long time, feeling that something was wrong, but she couldn't figure out what it was.

It seems like Daenerys Targaryen has been tricked!

Chapter 104 Silver Dragon's Drunken Misconduct (New group is now open, you can join by providing a brief introduction, welcome to join)

The evening breeze was cool, and the night was as dark as ink.

On the quiet street, the streetlights cast a long shadow.

Ya Feng carried the silver dragon on his back through the night streets, but this time the dragon was in the normal position. The silver dragon was lying on his back, its chin resting on his shoulder, its cheeks flushed, and its tail hanging down behind it, swinging rhythmically from side to side.

"Ya Feng... why is there a mochi in the sky...?"

"That's the moon,"

"I'm hungry, I want to eat mochi..."

"Where am I supposed to get you mochi so late at night?"

"I'm so hungry, I haven't had a meal since I came out."

"Who told you to keep drinking? You got so drunk that we couldn't even go to the grilled fish restaurant we had booked."

"You're so long-winded. I only drank a few glasses of juice. I didn't feel anything at all..." Silver Dragon said drowsily, resting his head on his shoulder.

"Zehita, how many is this?" Ya Feng held up two fingers and waved them in front of her.

Zeshita stared at his fingers, squinted for a long time, and finally stretched out her neck and bit down on them.

"Ouch... let go! Let go!"

Ya Feng shook himself as he pulled his finger out.

"I'm really fed up, you've got your saliva all over my face." He wiped his hands on his clothes.

"You...dislike me?"

"I find it disgusting."

"Then why didn't you mind when you were kissing just now? You seemed so happy while you were kissing," Zeshita asked, leaning close to his face.

"Two different things." Ya Feng coughed and turned his eyes away.

"How can they be two different things?"

"It's different. It's like the difference between eating dumplings with yogurt and dipping dumplings in yogurt," he said.

“I can’t understand a word you say. You humans are so strange…” Zeshita muttered.

She tilted her head back and yawned, then rubbed against him like a cat.

"Hiss... Hey, watch your step! The dragon horn is brushing against me!" Ya Feng tilted his head to avoid the hard dragon horn that was brushing against him.

"You're so annoying! It won't break if you just brush against it," Zeshita complained, tilting her head and leaning closer.

"If you keep doing this, I'll throw you down there," Ya Feng said.

"Fine, I won't rub against you then..." This threat actually worked. Zeshita looked aggrieved and leaned on his shoulder.

Ya Feng turned his head to look at the silver dragon, who was leaning against his shoulder with its eyes half-closed.

At this moment, she was drunk and confused, smelling of fruit wine. She had completely shed her usual arrogant and domineering attitude and became like a child, liking to act coquettishly.

This is so similar to myself.

But I really didn't expect that the silver dragon's alcohol tolerance was so low. It got drunk after only five cups. Could it be that dragons have a very low tolerance for alcohol?

It seems I'll have to be more careful about giving her alcoholic beverages in the future.

Looking at the silver dragon, which had now transformed into a delicate and limp form, Ya Feng suddenly had an idea.

He took out his Huanwangtong (a mobile internet service provider), turned on the recording function, and then cleared his throat:

"Um, Zeshita."

"Ok?"

Zehita groggily raised her head.

Did you have fun tonight?

"It's alright, I guess..."

"Shouldn't you agree to what I asked you to do before?"

"What happened before...?"

"About the blood-marking ritual, we agreed before that I would help you as long as I pleased you," Ya Feng said.

"Huh? Did I say that?" Zehita asked, tilting her head.

"We already said that if we make you happy, we'll help Lucia with the blood-binding ritual. You, the mighty Dragon King, won't go back on your word, will you?"

"Oh..."

Zeshita was silent for a moment, then suddenly tightened her grip on his neck and asked angrily, "Who is Lucia? I told you that you are not allowed to look at other females when you are with me!"

"How do you remember things like this so clearly?!" Ya Feng was speechless.

It seems there's no way to get her to admit it for the time being.

Zehita fussed on his back for a while, then lay down and fell asleep.

After a while, she whispered:

"Ya Feng... I'm thirsty..."

"I knew it..."

Ya Feng took out the hangover tea he had prepared from his pocket and handed it to her.

But before handing it over, he said, "If you want a drink, call me master."

"Huh? What kind of disgusting fetish is that?" Zeshita frowned.