I, the devil dragon, start the game with a loving father and a filial son

And the moment Shen Zhao came to America.

San Francisco, in an office on the top floor of a commercial building.

On the wall, the eyes on a dragon statue that seemed to be decorated suddenly lit up with scarlet light, and a young man with white hair and green clothes noticed it.

He said somewhat casually: "Holy Lord, a talisman has been found. Please don't worry, I have asked Ah Fen and others to get it."

But the statue ignored this man. His thinking at the moment was a little confused. In his perception, the child he sealed seemed to be born?

This shouldn't be the case. I clearly arranged that I would only be born after the three hundred years period if I failed, but now...

"Go, bring him here!" Ninja soldiers appeared next to the Holy Lord. They knelt down respectfully and merged into the shadows again.

"Who are you bringing here? The talisman is really close to being obtained." Valon said with an unhappy look on his face. It was obvious that he thought the Holy Lord's goal was the talisman.

"As long as you get back the twelve talismans, then the Golden Rooster King's treasure will always be yours." The Holy Lord reassured.

If he hadn't been unable to move now, he would have killed this greedy green-skinned dwarf in a matter of minutes, so why would he still listen to him?

"That's good." A satisfied smile appeared on Wallon's face, as if he had already thought of the corrupt rich life in the future.

.....

San Francisco, airport.

Shen Zhao arrived earlier than the plane, became invisible, and under the magic of passing through the wall, he is now eating food purchased for zero yuan at the entrance of the airport.

There is no way, in the image, Xiaoyu has just gotten off the plane, and the battle for the first spell has begun. He still doesn't know where his father's antique store is, so it is necessary to follow Xiaoyu.

The waiting time was long, just when Shen Zhao wanted to buy something for zero yuan.

Ninja soldiers walked out of the shadows one after another around them, holding ropes, handcuffs and other items in their hands. The meaning was already obvious.

Shen Zhao was stunned and took two steps forward. The eyes of the ninja soldiers followed his steps.

The surrounding crowds who came to pick up the plane all noticed this scene. They felt a little confused, but they still backed away uniformly. After all, here, it is possible for these strangely dressed people to suddenly pull out guns and shoot.

Shen Zhao was silent. Sure enough, low-level magic was low-level magic. Even these ninjas couldn't hide it and could only deceive ordinary people.

He thought for a moment, and a plan emerged in his mind.

"The old guy asked you to come?" A smile appeared on Shen Zhao's face, and he simply didn't hide it.

Although I don’t know how the Holy Lord found out that he was born prematurely, before there was any conflict, this seemed to be an opportunity.

The surrounding ninja soldiers paused, as if they didn't expect Shen Zhao's reaction, and stopped moving for a while.

Then the eyes of the ninja soldier at the front suddenly lit up scarlet, and Shenzhao immediately felt a frightening sense of peeping.

It was as if there was some kind of terrifying existence watching him from an unknown place.

Shenzhao knew that now that the Holy Lord's gaze had descended, he was no longer facing the little ninja soldier, but the terrifying fire demon.

Looking back, it would take some time for the plane to land, but it doesn't need to be now. Shen Zhao said directly: "Since you have come to invite me personally, let's go."

The ninja soldier paused again, as if the Q version of the demon dragon in front of him surprised him too much.

But the surrounding ninja soldiers did not stop. They put away the ropes in their hands, and the ground gradually turned black. The door to the shadows was opened, and they disappeared into the airport with Shen Zhao.

The crowd around was a little commotion. This thing that was like a movie special effect shocked them, and a thirst for extraordinary knowledge spread in the scene.

Of course, the chaos that was about to break out would not affect Shen Zhao's mood. He looked at the sand sculpture hanging on the wall with a somewhat complicated expression.

Alas, when it comes to time travel, you will always feel a little emotional after meeting the real owner.

"Who is this?" Wa Long's voice sounded. He was looking at Shen Zhao, who was not tall, and asked curiously.

However, no one paid attention to him. The Holy Lord hanging on the wall was silent for a while and said: "My child, I am very happy that you can be born at this time and share the dominion of this world with me before the arrival of the New Year."

"He is...your child?" Wa Long was shocked. Could this stone statue also be able to give birth to a baby? Did the woman hang him in the sky during the process, or did she take him down and squat on the ground?

Shen Zhao glanced at the man, dragon language appeared in his mouth, the magic wave on his fingertips flashed slightly, and Wallon's mouth was sealed in an instant.

His frightened Aba Aba seemed to be asking why he had become mute.

After dealing with this talkative guy, Shen Zhao turned to look at the Holy Lord and shook his head and said: "Old guy, I don't see the hope that you can rule the future. In fact, you are hung here as a decoration, and the only power is

They are also some weak ninja soldiers."

"This is only temporary. As long as the talisman is complete, the whole world will surrender at my feet." The Holy Lord flashed his scarlet eyes, with some hatred in his tone, as if he was yearning to bring all the betrayers to life after his resurrection.

A scene that would be worse than death.

As he spoke, he turned to look at Shen Zhao with an inexplicable light in his eyes: "My child Shen Zhao, you will help me...right?"

Shen Zhao was stunned, as if some mechanism in his body had been triggered, and the scene of the devil at his peak and the evil deeds of humans flashed through his mind again.

This old guy is still thinking about brainwashing, but the demon dragon in the anime was really driven by him for a period of time, and it should be related to these pictures.

Shen Zhao's eyes flashed slightly: "To be honest, I only see your failure. Your cruel rule is no longer suitable for the current era."

Just as the Holy Lord's eyes began to change, Shen Zhao continued: "But it's really not interesting for the world to be ruled by traitors like humans. I can help you find the talisman, but I have conditions."

"What are the conditions?" the Holy Master asked. Although there is a gap between the situation now and the expected scene of bowing down, it is good as long as what needs to be conveyed is conveyed.

"Give me those weak ninja soldiers, and ten tons of gold." Shen Zhao pulled up Walong, who had calmed down, and sat on his boss' chair.

"You...want my treasure?" The look in the Holy Master's eyes became dangerous.

As an evil dragon, what he values ​​most is territory and treasure. It is nonsense to say that after finding the twelve talismans, he would give the Golden Rooster King's treasure to Walong.

Trying to make the dragon spit out his treasure is no different than killing them.

"Hey, hey, old guy, you don't still think it's the old society, do you? What do you want to do now that you don't have money?" Shen Zhao said speechlessly while sitting on the boss's chair.

Walon, who could not speak next to him, agreed very much with what he said. He quickly nodded in agreement.

"If you don't want to, there's nothing you can do. Just be a statue here." Shen Zhao said, standing up and walking out.

The Holy Lord didn't speak, his scarlet eyes were flashing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

However, Shenzhao felt a little unhappy when he saw the shadows gradually emerging around him: "Old guy, you should know that no matter how young a demon is, it cannot be compared to these things."

"If I come, it's because I'm willing. If I'm not willing, do you think these things can keep me?"

As he spoke, Shen Zhao blasted a pillar of flame forward, and the shadows in front of him were instantly dispersed into a passage.