Qingyi heard Qianyao's words, but didn't respond imdiately, rembering Ruxue's descriptions of each type of dragon.
Red dragons were violent and territorial.
White dragons were arrogant and vain.
Black dragons were vicious and lustful.
Green dragons were calm and serene.
Golden dragons, on the other hand, were sources of endless knowledge and kindness.
Of course, there were many other types of dragons: steel dragons, ice dragons and even toxic dragons, but these didn't matter, not yet.
What mattered was that wisdom was sothing present in every dragon, their minds capable of absorbing knowledge faster than any being that has ever existed in this world.
This, coupled with their long life expectancy, turned them into powerful living encyclopedias.
Even so, the golden dragons were head and shoulders above the rest, simply because wisdom was in their nature.
Long Tianjin, the patriarch of the dragon people, was a true golden dragon who, by Qianyao's chronological age, must have been at least 180,000 years old.
In his ancestral mind, he carried a colossal amount of knowledge, so it was only natural that he should be able to see sothing in soone like Qingyi.
The central problem was: what specifically had Tianjin seen in Qingyi?
Perhaps the fact that Qingyi was the heir to the Dragon God of Corruption? It's possible, but why hadn't he killed Qingyi imdiately if this was the case?
Besides, Qingyi's talent, at his current level, was not sothing that could be considered a "door" to the celestial heavens.
Within the dragon people themselves, there must have been people more talented than him. That dark-tailed fox who led them to this place was a pri example of this.
"Do you think your father wants to harm ?" Qingyi finally asked Qianyao, who was still in his arms, her face sunk against his powerful chest, while his hands ran through her long silver hair.
Of course, golden dragons were known for their kindness and gentleness, as well as their wisdom. But Qingyi preferred not to blindly believe in that kind of thing.
Qianyao thought for a brief mont before replying: "If father really wanted to harm you, he would have killed you by now. He's just.... complicated sotis."
"I see..."
Qingyi scratched his chin before sighing, moving his hand to Qianyao's ass, his palm reaching her full, perfectly round cheeks, squeezing the creamy, sweat-soaked skin.
"Aghn~~!" A high-pitched squeal escaped her lips, her golden eyes widening, violent ripples spreading across her bubble butt.
She held onto Qingyi's shoulders a little tighter, blushing deeply.
She could feel Qingyi's free hand go up to her head, stroking her long silver hair and her slightly curly golden horns, feeling their cold, tallic texture.
Qianyao cringed in embarrassnt for a brief mont before finally raising her beautiful golden eyes, watching him with a suspicious look.
"What?" Qingyi turned his face slightly.
"Nothing." Qianyao just turned her face away again, looking away, a rosy smile taking over her face.
Strangely, she felt good.
"Ah..." The handso young man sighed, placing a soft kiss on Qianyao's forehead before they finally moved apart.
The silver-haired beauty walked over to her clothes lying on the floor, throwing them into her space ring before pulling out new clothes: an almost identical dress, only a little tighter.
Slowly, she covered her nakedness, the fabric wrapping around her slim, delicate waist and over her huge, heavy tits.
The tight cleavage squeezed the soft flesh softly and obscenely.
When she had finally finished, she lifted her gaze to Qingyi, who was already dressed and now watched her as if she were the most beautiful thing in this whole world.
He approached Qianyao, his hands sliding into her cleavage, reaching her breasts and squeezing gently.
"Nghnn~~ You... shaless..." The golden dragon shuddered, but didn't push Qingyi away, just accepting his touch.
"I need a mont to cultivate. The talisman's effect should last another ten hours, can you wait for ?" Qingyi asked.
"Cultivate, now?" Qianyao couldn't help but be a little confused by that request, but in the end she just gave in, nodding silently.
Qingyi cut a hole in the bark of a huge tree next to where they were standing, its trunk easily over ten ters in diater.
After he sealed himself inside, Qianyao was left behind, alone.
She put a hand to her chest, feeling her own heartbeat. Calr than before, but still racing.
She still rembered the first lesson her father had taught her, as soon as she had learned to read and write: about the pride of a
dragon.
So dragons were known above all for their pride, but all, almost
without exception, were proud. It was their nature.
She should be proud too, she should be arrogant too.
Yet here she was, waiting patiently for a man she now called husband,
having swallowed his seed as if she were so degenerate woman.
Was that the pride of a dragon?
"You're thinking too much, dear."
A voice echoed next to Qianyao, who imdiately turned around, her
beautiful golden eyes focusing on Qingyi's sword, still embedded in
the panther's head.
"Ugh... he couldn't have gotten out of this thing before... well..." Ruxue blushed, appearing next to the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword and grabbing the handle.
With a quick swing, she wiped the blood off the blade.
"A heavenly spirit!" Qianyao exclaid in shock, covering her own
mouth.
She knew that her father had seen sothing in that sword Qingyi was carrying, but she hadn't really expected it to be sothing like
this.
Heavenly spirits were beings no lower in origin than real dragons - no, even higher. Heavenly spirits were one of the closest beings to heaven that existed in the celestial sky.
What on earth was one doing there? On Qingyi's sword?
Ruxue approached Qianyao, pulling her into a gentle embrace, their
huge tits squeezing together.
"We've got a lot to talk about while that shaless womanizer cultivates, fufufu~~" Ruxue's laugh echoed through the forest; sweet,
mature and sensual.
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