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After taking a deep breath, the Freljord slowly raised his hand, and placed it on the thick, somewhat gray barrier between the inner city and the outer city. It is a way of identification. In fact, only a few giant dragons have the right to enter the inner city. From this, it can be seen that the silver scale that has lived for thousands of years has even broken the life limit of the giant dragon. The dragon was indeed hit hard, and the whole dragon became autistic, which is why the Freljord didn't want to come here for nothing, whether it was his great-great-grandfather or the fundamental The dark and dilapidated city that doesn't get much sunshine makes him feel very uncomfortable.

Being able to become the patriarch of the Dragon Clan, Freljord must have a certain amount of wisdom. For example, he can be sure that things were definitely not that simple back then. Otherwise, his great-great-grandfather would not suddenly let go of Silvermoon City. The decline of Moon City and the decline of the giant dragon clan were partly due to the most powerful curse in the Faerun world, and partly because of his great-great-grandfather's inaction.

Of course, he just thought about these questions. The strength of a dragon is calculated according to its age. No one knows how powerful his great-great-grandfather, who has already surpassed the life limit of a dragon and seems to be immortal, is. And speaking of what has happened, even if he has the ability to punish his grandfather, it is meaningless, and what he should do is to try his best to save it.

After casually kicking a piece of gravel under his feet aside, Freljord came to the former Silvermoon Palace, that is, a long, long time ago, where his great-great-grandfather met the wandering elf named Alustriol. The palace he lives in, he knows very well that although the palace outside is already dilapidated, the inside has been renovated. Of course, all of this was not done by his great-great-grandfather who lived here and would hardly leave. Since he chose Living here proves that he doesn't care about the ruins here. In fact, everything in the palace was made by his great-great-grandmother, the same female silver-scaled dragon who lived for an unknown amount of time, which was also made by his great-great-grandfather later married a dragon.

"Why are you here?" After walking into the door of the palace, the Freljord didn't even knock on the door. The decayed wooden door with some kind of pattern carved on it opened by itself. There was an old voice with a hint of decadence, "I'm in the study."

"Yes, great-great-grandfather." After the Freljord closed the door respectfully, he walked towards the study room in his memory. Although it was still a bit worn out, it was clean and tidy. It is often cleaned here, but most of the time, his great-great-grandmother is more difficult to see than his great-great-grandfather.

"Meet great-great-grandfather."

"Well," the ancestor of the dragon who sat on a wooden chair that may be older than the Freljord nodded slightly, and his long beard that almost reached his chest also swayed a few times, and then Gently put down the book in his hand, through the light, his mottled fingers and age spots on the back of his hand could be vaguely seen, "What's the matter?"

"It's like this, great-great-grandfather," Freljord bowed slightly, and told the old man in front of him verbatim about the series of things that happened before and all his speculations about it, " I believe that no one in this world dares to pretend to be the chosen one of the true God, especially under the premise that he still has such a powerful power, so I think”[

"What are you thinking?" Suddenly, a third person's voice sounded in the quiet study room. It was a woman. Obviously, it was her great-great-grandmother. However, although she was about the same age as his great-great-grandfather, this giant The voice of the dragon is indeed so sweet, and the appearance is even more similar to that of a normal young dragon. Obviously, any woman can't bear to grow old. If she has the chance, she will definitely spend a lot of money to ensure her appearance.

A female giant dragon came in carrying a tray with two cups of drinks on it, "Come on, sit down first, your great-great-grandfather didn't know how to be polite, but you don't have to."

"It's okay, great-great-grandmother." Freljord took the cup and sat down on the sofa beside him, "I want him to meet with great-great-grandfather. The cursed opportunity, even if it fails, we have nothing to lose."

"Ulysses, what do you think?" Putting another drink in front of the old man, the beautiful female dragon came up behind him and gently rubbed his shoulders, "Would you like to drink?" try?"

"Well~~" After a long time, the old man called Ulysses sighed slightly, "Our dragon clan is today, half of it is because of the curse of Alastriol, but more importantly, the reason why the curse of that woman It can become the rule of the world. The only explanation is that this is in line with the will of the World Tree. The innate advantages of our dragon clan are too strong. All the first-column powerhouses in the human world may not be as many as our current dragon clan. You can imagine, What would this world be like if no one restricted the fertility of our dragon race."

"So, you mean to reject him?" The Freljord is not stupid. He has thought about this issue, but as the patriarch, he has to do some things even if he can't do them. This is his responsibility, but when he After his great-great-grandfather expressed his intention to refuse, he couldn't hold on anymore, so he could only retreat and test his great-great-grandfather's tone. If there was room, he would try harder. He could only send Don Quixote away, after all, he still knew his great-great-grandfather's temper very well.

"No, why refuse," Ulysses raised his head, "As he said, she can always curse our dragon clan, even if she is integrated into the rules of the world, she must have left her own remnant soul, After so many years, if there is that chance, I would like to meet her."

"What are you doing seeing her?" Hearing this, the woman standing behind Ulysses visibly shook her hands, and even her tone became a little indifferent, "Isn't she hurting our Dragon Clan badly enough?" ?”

"I want to see, of course there is a reason why I want to see," Ulysses' tone was still calm, and he didn't intend to coax this woman at all, and he still had the feeling of some big men's ideas.

"Hmph!" After patting Ulysses on the shoulder lightly, the female giant dragon left the study directly. Here it is!"

There was some angry roar from this woman in the corridor. Obviously, she knew very well that the man she loved was unkempt, did not keep his body young, and even refused to leave this ruined city all his life. It was because he had never forgotten that woman, and the only reason why she could persist here seemed to be because he had conceived a child with himself. After the curse, it proved that he still loved her.

"Huh~" Blowing on the steaming cup, Ulysses took a small sip of the drink, and didn't seem to care too much about the angry woman, or as the woman thought, from various meanings On the surface, she is just a substitute, "Find a time and arrange for me to meet with him. I really still have the relics of Erastriol, but it is a bit laborious to take them out, so be careful , I'd better see him first."

"Yes, great-great-grandfather, where is grandmother"

"Don't worry about it, I'll take care of it myself, you go back first."

"Yes, grandfather." [

"It seems that this great-great-grandfather of mine is really unrepentant," Freljord muttered to himself on the way back. Obviously, from his mention that he could see the cursed dragon again After seeing the woman, he obviously felt that his grandfather, who couldn't get excited about anything, seemed to suddenly regain his spirits.

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"As expected of a dragon," the Freljord lamented that his great-great-grandfather had no more love, but this Don Quixote was lamenting the strength of the dragon's body. After a detailed examination like the nuclear magnetic resonance on the computer, Don Quixote has roughly understood the body structure of the dragon. For this, he can only use one word to describe the body of this creature, that is, 'perfect'!

Whether it's the external appearance or the internal organs, Don Quixote can't find even the slightest problem. The powerful force of life makes their bodies not even have a trace of impurities. In Xia Yadonghai's words To put it bluntly, the giant dragons in the world of Faerun are innate bodies until they die, and they are not polluted by the world at all. If they are not perfect, they are the aging factors forced by the Father God, and even the power of life cannot stop them. of aging.

Sighing is sighing, Don Quixote has not forgotten his purpose. After some inspections, Don Quixote has given up his previous plan, which is to surgically remove Shirley's ovaries to suppress the secretion of estrogen. In order to prevent her daughter from promiscuous urges, although Don Quixote doesn't mind that his daughter has many men like himself, he does mind that his daughter is like a dissatisfied young woman who wants to see any male creature. It's a pity that the body of the giant dragon family has the most perfect self-repair ability in the world, so it is obviously meaningless to remove the ovaries!

However, Don Quixote is not in a hurry, it is still far away from Shirley's birth, he has enough time to find other ways, so that Shirley can independently suppress the hormones in the blood, as long as there is this giant dragon as an experiment Thinking of this, he gently patted Gladys who seemed to be asleep, "You can change back now, let me check your human body again."

"," Gladys didn't speak, but there was a hint of innocence in her huge rock-like eyes. What kind of master is this? He has no interest in such a sexy woman. As a giant dragon, she couldn't bear it if she didn't make friends for a day. It is conceivable that if this man continued to behave like this in the future, she would really be worse off than dead.

"Master," thinking of this, Gladys, who had turned back into a human body, knelt on the ground, "Maybe you don't understand, but as a giant dragon, my desire for the opposite sex is so strong that I can't control it. If you can't Satisfy me, I am not sure what I will do under the drive of desire, even if there is your magical prohibition to restrict me, but when I lose my mind, I can't control myself."

"What about this?" Don Quixote squatted beside Gladys, let her lie flat on the blanket, and then put one hand on her lower abdomen, accompanied by a burst of spiritual energy, Gladys Si felt that her desire seemed to disappear all of a sudden, as if her whole body had a feeling of breaking out of the mud, but soon, when this psychic energy disappeared, she fell into desire again. The vortex, and it is more violent than before, like a person who just came out of the sauna and took a few breaths, and was thrown into the sauna again, and it will only become more depressed! "Master, please satisfy me! Please!"

"This..." Don Quixote narrowed his eyes slightly. His tried and tested psychic ability to help people sober can only maintain the dragon's sanity in real time. In other words, if he wants to keep Gladys sane, he It is necessary to continuously deliver her spiritual energy like a gas station, and once the delivery stops, the spiritual energy will fall into a more chaotic state under the thick hormone package, just like now, Gladys already instinctively wants to I'm going to tear off Don Quixote's clothes. rs

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