"You two, go and send an invitation to an uncle for my father."
While Lord Long was speaking, Long Xu nimbly rolled it up on the jade table beside him, and threw the invitation in his mouth into the hands of his son and daughter.
Mr. Long's invitation was a fine shell the size of a human face, polished to a dazzling brilliance that surpassed all the gems in the world. What was written on it and who was invited were written on it.
Ao Kuang and Ao Yu looked at this invitation frequently, and it was no surprise that the greatest treasure in the world was nothing to them, the dragon son and dragon girl who were born with a golden key in their mouths.
What surprised them was the so-called uncle.
"Uncle?"
"Who?"
Ao Kuang asked with some surprise: "Uncle Jiutou from Bibotan Lake, or Uncle Turtle from Guxian Lake..."
He named several family friends in one breath, all of them were famous demons or gods in the world.
Ao Kuang didn't notice at all. Every time he read out a name, the face of the Dragon Lord on the throne of the Dragon Palace darkened, and Ao Yu beside him sighed helplessly.
My eldest brother's brain is hopeless.
Those powerful officials, do you still need them to send invitations? What should be sent has been sent long ago. How can the Dragon King's banquet be about to start, why not inform these old relatives?
Wouldn't it be embarrassing if I missed the notice of retreat.
It is normal for such a powerful person to stay in seclusion for decades without seeing anyone.
A hundred years ago, Long Jun notified all the relatives who should be notified, and some of them were sent by them personally.
Ao Kuang's mind was so stunned that he didn't expect such a thing to happen.
But Ao Yu was just as curious.
Since it was a short notice, he must be a new friend of his father, so he actually had to treat him as a worldly friend, and asked his brother and sister to send the invitation in person to show respect.
What kind of person is that?
who is it?
Out of curiosity, Ao Yu opened the invitation and took a look, then was dumbfounded.
Ao Kuang was also dumbfounded.
What he saw was not the name on the invitation, but Mr. Long's face.
Ao Kuang was halfway through reporting the names of the dishes. He looked up and saw smoke starting to come out of Long Jun's nose. Only then did he come to his senses.
The next second, Long Jun's dragon head changed and turned into the appearance of a majestic old man again, expressing clearly:
The good mood is gone!
Ao Kuang subconsciously shrank his head and slumped his shoulders, knowing that something was terrible.
As expected, what followed was Old Long's pitiful question:
"Ao Kuang, do you know why you have been unable to transform into a dragon?"
Ao Kuang shook his head honestly.
He really doesn't know.
Over the past hundred years, he had thought of countless ways to transform into a dragon, but he had no clue.
"My father is here to tell you.
Come closer."
Long Jun waved lightly.
Ao Kuang vaguely felt something was wrong, but the attraction of transforming into a dragon still led him to move in front of the Dragon Lord.
Ao Yu retreated without leaving a trace, then retreated again.
She also wants to transform into a dragon, but she has the brains.
Wouldn't the Dragon Lord hope that their brother and sister would transform into dragons as soon as possible, shed their dragon bodies, and truly become a real dragon?
Anyone who can help has already done so.
Only fools like Ao Kuang would believe it.
Ao Yu was slandering, and Ao Kuang stood in front of Long Jun. What greeted him was a face full of saliva and an earth-shattering roar: