Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress-Chapter 395 - 248: The Young Dragon of the Lance Family Isn’t Very Intelligent, Eating Her Might Affect Our Intelligence

Chapter 395: Chapter 248: The Young Dragon of the Lance Family Isn’t Very Intelligent, Eating Her Might Affect Our Intelligence

The dragon whelp was not transported to the chaotic and disordered wilderness of the jungle plains, so could he now go find the three-headed demon dragon Agulora to retrieve the projection communication device he had given her before?

It’s probably not coming back. Things that come into one’s possession rarely get returned.

He is the Black Dragon, and he understands Magic Dragons.

The greed of Magic Dragons is on par with that of giant dragons.

Forget it, let’s consider it a good deed done.

Finding the dragon whelp is what matters.

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As for this great vampire, once she leads him to the dragon whelp, he’ll simply knock her out and throw her to the little vampire Tigi.

Then, he’ll take the dragon whelp and leave The Abyss, returning to the human world.

The identity of the Black Lotus Demon King won’t stay hidden from Krastihela for long. Her sister, Tigi, knows he’s called Shia. Once the large and small vampires meet, his identity will naturally be exposed.

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At that time, using the cleverness of a great vampire, she will likely slowly deduce and guess his true identity.

The identity of Dark Magic Dragonkin cannot be concealed for long.

Luckily, he had never transformed into a human and had always moved around The Abyss in the form of a dragon demon.

“As a princess of The Blood Clan, not indulging in the essence of the Blood Moon in the city you rule, but coming here to cultivate, aren’t you afraid of encountering monsters that emerge from the land of chaos and disorder?”

“If you understood The Blood Clan, you wouldn’t say such ignorant things.”

“….”

Lance grinned, the speech of creatures with low body temperature always sounded cold.

The body temperature of The Blood Clan is much lower than that of humans, feeling icy to the touch. It’s only when they feed on blood that their temperature gradually rises, and their pale faces turn a temporary rosy hue thanks to the nourishment of the blood.

Glancing at Krastihela’s lips, Lance touched his own neck. Honestly, sometimes he really was curious about the sensation of being bitten by a vampire.

During his studies in The Abyss, he let the great vampire’s sister, the little vampire Tigi, bite his neck and then… the moment her fangs touched his skin, he knocked her out with a punch…

It was a reflex.

The moment the four cold vampire fangs touched his neck, he felt not only curiosity but also discomfort.

He tried it several more times afterward, but every attempt ended in failure.

He even left the little vampire Tigi with a psychological shadow regarding the phrase “bite my blood.”

He dared to let Tigi bite his neck, but did not dare to let Krastihela do the same because he feared that Krastihela might actually initiate the First Embrace and take him as her daughter.

Now, he doesn’t dare let Tigi bite his neck either since she has grown up. Who knows if the little one might take the chance to initiate the First Embrace?

But speaking of which, given his current strength, the little vampire Tigi should be unable to First Embrace him as her daughter.

First Embrace…

Only those stronger than their targets can forcibly give the First Embrace to make them daughters.

If one isn’t stronger than the one they wish to embrace, it’s called “feeding.”

He recalled that in the past, some of the nobles from The Blood Clan were indeed often “fed” by the youth from the human world, those human youngsters… must have signed some contracts with the blood nobles.

The human youths who fed the blood nobles grew up alongside their feeding targets.

As the feeding continued for a long while, it was easy to develop feelings and most feeders would eventually opt to become part of The Blood Clan…

Back then, had he walked through The Abyss in his current form, it was quite likely that he would have been chosen by a noble of The Blood Clan to sign a contract with one of the young “ladies” of the clan, becoming the lady’s “Guardian.”

There was another interesting thing.

Humans transformed into vampires could also feed on the blood of the blood clan’s ladies when necessary.

As long as the blood clan’s ladies were willing to be bitten on their necks by their former feeders.

“Are you planning to continue absorbing the essence of the Blood Moon now, or are you going to the ‘Forbidden City’ you mentioned?”

“I need to stay here a bit longer. If you’re in a hurry, you might try your luck in other cities.”

Krastihela turned back into a bat and flew to hang upside down under the branch of an ancient tree.

It’s not yet dawn, and he wouldn’t be able to take the amethyst young dragon from the Forbidden City. It’s not too late to go after sunrise.

Lance flew to the top of the ancient tree, lay down, and closed his eyes to feign sleep.

Knowing the whereabouts of the dragon whelp, he was not in a rush. Letting the dragon whelp spend a few days alone with the Abyssal Demon Race wouldn’t be a bad thing. It was like an early experience.

His left hand via the Diamond Talisman lit up, someone was contacting him.

It was the three-headed demon dragon Agulora. In just two short hours, this fellow contacted him no less than ten times using the projection communication device…

Let her use it a few times; he didn’t expect that she would exhaust all the uses on contacting him alone…

There’s no helping it, after all, her projection communication device only had him as a contact.

Maybe he should just block her…

That seems somewhat unethical…

He also couldn’t treat the three-headed demon dragon as a mere tool to be misused. He’d better find time to reply to her message another day.

Krastihela, hanging from the branch, peeked through the leaves at Lance, who was feigning sleep with his hands under his head.

The atmosphere of The Abyss was rich, and her crimson eyes were filled with madness and fury, typical of an Abyssal creature.

He probably isn’t Dragon Man Shia, nor is he Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance.

Their earlier clash, his claim to be Lance, was all to test the dragon man, to see his reaction.

His reaction was normal; upon hearing her say her name was “Lance,” the dragon man showed no change of expression, perhaps translating the name “Lance” into some other homophonic characters fitting for a princess.

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