"Ah? How did you win? You don't know how brave I am on the front line! Seeing that group of humans, I couldn't avoid it. Countless magic and guns just grazed my scalp. Look at me.

The tail, this piece, was left over from the battle at that time!"

The setting sun gradually sets to the west, and in the Sunset Valley illuminated by the afterglow, the atmosphere in the Red Dragon Pavilion is very lively. Most of the residents are rushing towards the Wanhua Pavilion. Today seems to be an important day.

At this moment, in a large circular stepped square near Wanhuating Forest, a yellow-scaled dragon race holding a wine glass in his hand was scolding Fang Qiu, and in front of him, a dozen dragons

Children of mixed races and sub-races were looking at him with starry eyes, eager for him to continue talking.

Even when he was raising a glass and drinking, he couldn't help it. Several little ones couldn't wait to grab his trouser legs and sleeves, urging,

"And then what? Uncle Bull?"

"Yes, Dad, what happened after that? Were there many enemies? What did those humans look like? Where did you fight at that time?"

This group of fledgling demi-human children have never even seen decent human beings since they were young. It’s not that there are no humans in Longting, but they always feel that the humans in the Western Continent and the humans in the Southern Continent are two different species.

Bull took a sip of the hot wine, and the biting alcohol smell instantly burst out of his mouth, and even the magic circuits all over his body lit up.

Because of their soul horns, the dragon race has been using substances such as souls and magic power from a long time ago. Although they are not as skilled as humans in magic, the magic wine they brew is excellent. According to legend, even Fermaba

God Haron will get drunk after drinking the wine brewed by the dragon race. No wonder Raphael said earlier that all human spirits are water.

Bull exhaled happily. Although the alcohol vapor spurted from his mouth was not ignited and burst into flames, it still scared the little kids in front of him and backed away. There were many hairy Asians here.

As for humans, it won’t be fun if their hair is burned out by then.

Drinks of this level are the best for dragon races. Bull burped and then described vividly,

"Then, when the sky broke out, the earth was really shaking, and the three armies were shaken, as if it was the end of the world. At this critical moment, I! Bull, the commander of the Third Army of Longting! stood up and took the lead in charging with the flag! Then

Ouch!”

"Boom!"

As Bull was talking, he suddenly received a soft fist on his head. He was so frightened that he quickly turned his head, only to see Mir holding a small yellow-scaled dragon girl and looking at him angrily.

"Bull, I told you that the banquet is about to start. Are you still here secretly drinking, or drinking in front of your son!"

"Hey, Mir, and my little darling Kermil, where did you just come back from holding Kermil?"

"I just came back from Lord Rafael and had a little private chat with her."

"Private matter? What private matter?"

"Don't ask about the female dragon's private matters."

Bull touched his head. As Mill's suitable companion, the scales on his body fell instantly. He quickly put down the wine glass and walked to Mill's side, ready to take the daughter in her arms.

But at this moment, the two representatives of the underage group behind him were not happy.

The two little yellow dragons, who were the sons of Mir and Boer, angrily ran to their mother's side and hugged her legs, throwing a tantrum.

"Mom, let dad finish speaking! He just reached the critical moment!"

"Yes, Mom!"

Mill was so angry that he threw his little daughter into Bull's arms, kicked one of his sons away, wrapped his tail around the waist of another in mid-air, and wrapped his arms around another, controlling him.

After that, he raised his other free paw and punched the dragon hard.

The pain caused the two sons to suffer instantly. Seeing that they were being honest, Mill finally spoke,

"What are you talking about? Your father didn't fight much at all. He won the battle in a muddle. He probably didn't even touch the enemy's forward. If it weren't for Mr. Rafael, Mr. Jasmine and Mr. Fisher, where would we be today?

Winning is what it's all about."

Although Myr is already considered weak in physical strength among the dragon races, he can still deal with two hairy children with ease.

"Ah? We all know Mr. Rafael and Mr. Jasmine. Who is Mr. Fisher? What race is he?"

"He must also be a dragon. There is also a 'er' after his name!"

"Sister Ana'er, a lion, also has 'er', and it's not like only dragons have it!"

"Ah? Then I don't know either."

Listening to his wife trying to make trouble, a group of little kids in front of him started arguing again. Bull quickly hugged his daughter Ker and ran away, saying,

"Okay, okay, let your parents talk to you about this. I will take my little darling to set up the scene first. Don't worry, nothing will happen! You go and help mother, I can't control you, why?

Your mother will scold you for wearing it."

"Don't be careless, tonight is a celebration banquet, and there will be a finishing ceremony later."

"Okay, okay."

Bull fled in despair with his daughter, and the two sons were snatched away by Mir despite his wails. The group of little brats dispersed in an instant like birds and beasts, and went back to find their mothers.

On the other hand, Kerr, who was in Bull's arms, looked puzzled. He swung his short little tail and looked at his father in doubt, saying,

"Dad, what is the tail-fitting ceremony for?"

"Ke Er, you are too young to tell me this. It's useless to tell you. Hey, you just need to know that there will be delicious food later."

Ke'er nodded in confusion. Although she didn't understand, it didn't stop her from swallowing a mouthful of saliva. Her little mouth subconsciously covered her paw, obviously because she was greedy.

In fact, the Tailing Ceremony has been a very important ceremony since the ancient Dragon Court. As the race in charge of the Dragon Court, the pairing and reproduction of the dragon race have always been a top priority.

Because dragons will only have desire for suitable partners, and if they don't have desire, they will have little intention to have in-depth interactions with the opposite sex. Therefore, rituals must be held frequently to force the group of young dragons of the opposite sex who are not yet suitable to get together.

To increase the success rate of tail fitting and ensure the reproduction of the race.

There are many activities in the traditional tail-fitting ceremony, such as drinking, singing dragon songs, etc., but the most important thing is dancing.

The initial rituals were very cumbersome, otherwise when he was young, Rafael would not be so tired of such activities that he would be caught running away from the tribe with his sisters.

Now since the establishment of Dragon Court, demihumans of different races live together, and the ritual of tailing has been modified. For races other than the dragon race, it has become a joyful family reunion festival. Naturally, the entire Dragon Court must

Involved.

"Bull, come over here and check if the drinks are enough!"

"Bull, we need help here!"

As soon as he arrived at the activity center, the extremely busy staff of the Prayer Tower called him one after another. Who said he was a suitable companion for Mir? Damn it.

Bull sighed, feeling a little stressed when he heard the calls coming from all directions. He pinched the face of his little daughter in his arms and muttered,

"I don't know how Mil can take care of you little babies and help everywhere at the same time. It's more tiring than fighting. Dad will take you to Lord Yaliel. You stay there and wait for the meal.

OK?"

"Um."

Ke'er nodded obediently. Buell's daughter is usually very courageous and will not be afraid at all. She just doesn't want to hide when she encounters something she has never seen before. She also takes the initiative to chase after her to find out.

Kouko was worried that if he ran around then he would be in trouble.

He simply took her directly to the back of the altar platform for the ceremony, where Rafael's mother Yaliel was resting, and it was relatively quiet. Fahir and Kehir were also there, so they felt more at ease.

"Bull! Come on!!"

The people behind kept calling Bull, who was sweating profusely and carried his daughter Ker to the backstage position. After taking a look at the quiet space, Bull patted his daughter on the back and told her,

"But you know Auntie Hill and Fahir? Go find them quickly. Stay here and don't run around, be good."

"Um."

Ker nodded obediently, watched his father walk out of the room, and then walked inside. As he walked, he carefully looked around, looking for Kerhir and Aunt Fahir.

The backstage was not very quiet. There were faint sounds of drake voices.

"You are still worried about the child's soul. You should take a rest. Today is a big festival in Longting. It's really quiet for you to hide here alone."

Curious, Ker walked some distance inside, and the first thing he saw was a book floating in mid-air.

The flying book can actually talk, and the voice I heard just now was from him.

"Hey, I heard later that there will be dancing at the banquet. I'm really looking forward to it. There are so many people watching. Who do you want to choose as your dance partner? It's like a proposition!"

"Why are you so happy?"

The voice that spoke was another male's. It didn't sound angry, but rather doting and absent-minded.

Ke'er was not afraid at all. Instead, he blinked his little eyes and sneakily approached the book floating in the sky about half a person's height.

"Why am I unhappy? Hey, when the time comes, do you think they will fight in public, and then they will get angry and split you in two!"

The book was still dreaming, but little did he know that a young "hunter" had already touched his behind.

Kerr looked at the book above her. Her little tail behind her swayed several times like a rattlesnake. She also half-crouched down and made a leap, her eyes tightly aimed at Emhardt in the air.

"Maybe"

"Hey, are you really out of your mind because of what happened to that child? It's okay even for me to say this to you. Let me try again. Fisher, you are a big fool! Who is it? Help me.

!Fisher! It’s Baimeng! It’s Baimeng, the man who killed a thousand swords, who came to attack me!!”

"Ouch!!"

Before the book in the sky finished speaking the mean words, Kerr below jumped up like a tiger pouncing on food, hugged Emhard in mid-air, and then pressed him down.

On the ground, this sudden sound almost scared Emhardt to the point of fainting.
To be continued...