Black Dragon Kingdom

In the golden golden palace, the picture of Arwen teaching his disciples in the crystal ball slowly disappeared, and Ace was full of eyes looking at his confidant.

The clothing rules are specially understood by him to deal with his enemies. They are simple and efficient, and directly hit the enemy's weakness.

Even if the other party finds out, as long as there is no absolute power to destroy it, he can still be resurrected.

After all man? I always like beautiful people, and most of their aesthetics are pretty much the same, fair skin, beautiful, slender waist, lordosis and back curl.

As long as the aesthetics of men on the human side remain unchanged, the harm caused by clothing rules will not be less.

"After looking at the regular weapons, try not to use them as much as possible. This thing hurts both the enemy and yourself."

"As for aesthetics, the enemy's aesthetics are like that, and a large part of my subordinates are also like this."

Ace broke off his dragon claws and carefully screened out all the races under him.

It is found that humans, elves, dwarves and even some dark races have similar aesthetics.

Especially those sub-human races, that is, orcs, whose aesthetics are almost on par with humans.

Some slender cat people, some graceful snake people, some rabbit people, fox people and so on.

Clothing hazards are also useful for them.

Therefore, he is not going to use that thing anymore.

After all, there is no need for that thing now, because his current strength can push everything across.

On the basis that power can push everything across, why do such stupid things that hurt the enemy and hurt yourself? It is very likely that you have cheated yourself.

"Ace!"

"Is that guy what you once called a saint of humanity?"

"What you said made sense, much better than yours. What you said back then was vague, and I couldn't understand it!"

Eliza was lying on the throne, her big dragon eyes were bright. As a magic dragon, seeing the most peak saint in the magic world, she was of course very excited, and she also wanted to become a saint. level.

Therefore, this educational video really opened up the inspiration in her heart, as if she was standing in the universe and couldn't tell the difference between up and down, and at this moment, a star appeared to guide her in the direction.

"That old guy is just using my rules to educate those disciples."

"What is there to admire? The admiration should be me who created the clothing rules."

Ace said with a sense of superiority, trying to transfer his sister's admiration for that saint to himself.

However, his efforts were obviously useless!

Although Ace also explained his genetic degradation plan at the beginning, how should he say it? Except for himself, even if he is as smart as Eliza, he only listened to it for a while, do you understand?

And a certain foolish Eleanor only listened in confusion.

It is conceivable that because Ace's expressive ability is quite insufficient, the ability to teach Xiaolong is naturally quite insufficient.

After all, no matter how good the idea in the head is, if it cannot be expressed completely, it will be difficult for others to understand.

In particular, these high-level knowledge need to be brought by experience. Some people can understand knowledge, so that people can understand it with the help of that knowledge.

Just like that saint, he used some easy-to-understand knowledge that people can understand to show part of the clothing rules from the side.

Eliza rolled her eyes, and said inwardly, "If you could have said it so clearly, I would have been willing to pretend to be that baby silver dragon."

"Personally participating in the birth and actual combat of a rule is of great benefit to a magic dragon like me."

Eliza ran away sullenly, and she had some regrets.

Their world is very different from other worlds, that is, their world is always moving forward, even if it moves a little slower sometimes, it is still moving forward.

And the birth of all this originated from their world, and a saint was born every once in a while.

This saint leads the progress of the world, ensures the balance between intelligent life of all races and the world, and allows them to develop and prosper together.

Only in this way can their world keep moving forward.

And the birth of every saint basically represents the emergence of a new rule.

And almost all of these rules are going to the good side.

As far as the clothing rules are concerned, it is extremely easy to use it to deal with the enemy. As long as all the characteristics suitable for the beauty of the clothes are concentrated on the thin waist, all ethnic groups who pursue beauty will naturally make their waists thinner and thinner. Thus sending his own race into the abyss with his own hands.

It is also quite easy to use clothing rules to strengthen one's own race.

As long as the characteristics of beauty are placed on the aspects of strong body or wisdom, that is, beautiful clothes that can show strength and wisdom, it can make your race stronger.

For things like rules, if you use them rightly, you will be right, and if you use them evilly, you will be evil.

He is a race, a good medicine for a civilization, and a race, a poison for a civilization.

It depends on how the understanders and creators of the rules want to use it.

Therefore, in this world, the birth of new rules also means the birth of a god, and the world will favor the creator of the rules.

And showing the good and bad of the rules will also gain the favor of the world.

In other words, if she was the baby silver dragon who played the role of the little silver dragon, the favor of the world might have been used on her to help her grow, instead of being obtained by Elena in a daze. .

On the throne on the right, Elena looked at Eliza who ran away angrily in a daze. How could she feel that Eliza was not targeting Ace, but the silly dragon who was a little confused by her jump.

"Did I feel wrong?"

Swallowing a large piece of roast meat into her stomach, Elena said somewhat vaguely.

Shaking her somewhat naive faucet, and pouring countless barbecues into her big mouth, Elena yawned a lot, and turned her head to go to sleep.

There is no fight, and I can only pass the day by sleeping.

Looking at the two little dragons leaving, Ace put away the crystal ball.

The saint named Alvin is indeed a very good teacher, and he really deserves to be an old antique who has lived for almost eight thousand years.

That's right, that guy has lived for eight thousand years.

He just checked his inheritance memory, and found that as early as 8,000 years ago, the tide of magic power had not completely faded from the world and could still carry the generation of demigods. His figure already existed in the world.

It's really an old antique to the extreme.