I really can't control myself

The dragon here is really wronged. He was just turning into a dragon, but he didn't have time to be happy, and was suddenly pulled by this big guy.

Then you say that there is a grudge, but the problem is that they don't know each other at all. What kind of grudge or resentment is this to pull himself up? You should at least say what's going on first. Can't you twist it if you can't reach an agreement?

Of course, the most panicked person at this time is Dongju Tiancheng next to him.

Facing a large number of people who want to arrest him, this dragon is his last fight. Just now he even had a chance to run, but he didn't do that. Instead, he chose to fight and stayed to complete the last part of the ceremony and directly resurrected the dragon.

He was thinking that he could control the dragon here, and then he could kill people everywhere.

However, before he even started to dream, and the domineering dragon-raising ceremony was not completed, the protagonist who appeared on the stage was pulled alive by Linton.

Now the dragon is not dead, but it feels like being held in Linton's hand...even a little obedient.

So what do you think he should do now? Still going up to control the dragon? What's the use? It's already in two pieces. Is he controlling the upper half or the lower half?

"My hands itch. I just want to tear you apart for no reason. Do you have any objection?" Linton didn't even bother to explain anything and just said casually.

"No, no, senior's method of tearing people apart is excellent. You are worthy of being the best among people." The dragon here said quickly.

Good guy, Linton glanced at the dragon and... unexpectedly cowardly.

Before this, the dragons he met were very tough when they first met, and their eyes were all on the top of their heads. For example, those blue dragons, although their eyes became kind later, they were all killed by Linton. They learned their lesson after being killed alive.

The dragon in front of him was really cowardly.

Don't look at him being torn apart by Linton now, in fact, this thing has a strong vitality. After all, it is not the first time Linton has dealt with them.

The dragons encountered in the world of cultivation before were generally very difficult to kill, unless they encountered natural enemies like the Tianlong clan, or there was nothing they could do if they had a bug like themselves.

Linton looked at the Jiaolong around him with a little surprise, and noticed that there were still some differences between it and the Qinglong clan. However, Linton actually didn't know the specific differences between real dragons and Jiaolongs, but he just knew that some dragons had impure bloodlines, and he thought that this Jiaolong should be in this situation.

After thinking about it, he probably understood why this dragon was so scared so quickly. Although this kind of impure bloodline dragon is quite noble in the eyes of ordinary people, it is actually not liked by the dragon clan at all. It is equivalent to the situation of the illegitimate child of a downtrodden noble, and its actual status is not high.

Unlike the naturally noble bloodline of the real dragon, they are born as divine beasts, born nobles, and of course very arrogant. And these impure bloodlines, who climbed up from the bottom, naturally know how to admit defeat and when to admit defeat.

In fact, it is indeed the case. As a Jiaolong that started practicing from a python, it did climb up from the bottom step by step. It had no noble capital from the beginning, so of course it knew that it had to admit defeat when it met a big guy in order to survive. If it couldn't survive, it would be useless to say anything.

Just like the one in front of it, it knew it couldn't beat it at all when it met it, it was not at the same level at all, it was too lazy to struggle, and just bowed its head.

Linton threw the two pieces of dragons to the ground, shook the blood off his hands, and then looked up and down at the dragon lying on the ground.

Although it was broken into two pieces, the dragon was definitely still able to move, but it didn't dare to move at all when it was lying on the ground, and didn't even dare to talk about its injuries, just letting its blood flow continuously from the broken part.

The highlight was that it was obedient and resigned to its fate, which made Linton a little embarrassed to continue to deal with it.     "From China?" Linton thought for a while and asked.

"Huh?" The dragon was also stunned by this question, and then looked around, as if he suddenly found something wrong, "Where did this come from? Is this still in China?"

"This is Japanese." Linton said.

"What is Riben?" The dragon was obviously confused.

"It's definitely not in China." Linton said, "I'm from Longhu Mountain. Do you know Longhu Mountain?"

"Uh..." The dragon here was obviously recalling which sect Longhu Mountain was.

"Did you TN come from the world of immortal cultivation? This is still in the early stages. Did you run the wrong version?" Linton couldn't help but say.

"Uh... that, senior, I don't know how I appeared here. I'm sorry to bother you. I apologize to you. You decide how to punish me. Please spare my life." The dragon here didn't understand for a long time, but he was quite professional in admitting his defeat. It was obvious that this was not the first time he admitted his defeat.

"Are you delicious?" Linton asked suddenly.

The dragon here trembled all over, and the worst situation occurred. To be honest, Linton was not the first one to eat it, but he should be the first human. Before that, all monsters and demons wanted to eat it.

"Then... that..." The dragon didn't know how to answer. After all, although Linton was not the first one to eat it, he was the first one to directly ask it if it was delicious. This question is difficult to answer. Although it seems that the answer should be "not delicious", but people have asked it, what's the point of answering "not delicious"?

"I... I don't know." This is the only answer the dragon here can give.

"Okay, let's try it. If it doesn't taste good, you're useless." Linton said, waving to Erina Nakiri behind him, "Cook this back half and try it. If it tastes good, leave it."

"No, you just treat it as a reserve food, right?" Erina Nakiri couldn't help but say, "How do I know how to cook this kind of thing?"

"Aren't you a chef?" Linton said as a matter of course.

"What does this have to do with whether I'm a chef or not? Which chef can cook this thing?" Erina Nakiri said.

"Just treat it like beef, the meat looks similar." Linton said.

"This is the first time I've heard someone describe a dragon like this." Erina Nakiri couldn't help but say.

The dragon here took a breath, fortunately he didn't answer directly that it didn't taste good. You can see that you are worried about this situation. Now it's okay, at least he didn't lose his life directly, only half of it is left, it's not a big problem.

"You should recover first, it's not a big deal to be half of it." Linton said.

Hearing this, the dragon thought that Linton wanted him to recover on his own and was about to use a healing spell, but the next moment, his body suddenly began to glow.