Chris found that he was still from the perspective of a dragon.
I don’t know how long I ran, but a hill appeared in front of me. It was not very high, only about two to three hundred meters.
The interior of the mountain has been hollowed out, leaving holes.
Obviously, this place was made into a lair by some kind of large creature.
"I" walked towards the cave with the prey in its mouth. The furnishings inside were quite simple, with only a pile of ring-shaped nests made of various gems.
A purple dragon lay lazily in its lair, yawning.
"He" placed the prey in front of Zilong and said in a flattering manner: "Lotus seed, here it is."
Chris saw that the prey was a gray wolf seven or eight meters long, probably some kind of magical beast.
Lianrong frowned and said: "Simba, why are you here again? Didn't I say I don't need your prey?"
"You haven't eaten for three days. If you don't eat anymore, your body will collapse."
Lianrong said impatiently: "How is my health? What does it have to do with you?"
Simba said: "Yes, but you should eat something."
"You go, we don't want to meet again, I'm afraid Caesar will misunderstand." Lianrong waved her hand and said.
Simba sighed silently, turned around and left lonely.
Chris noticed that the claws stretched out by "him" were red.
He understood that the scene he was seeing now was probably the memory of the fire dragon in the Scorpion Cave, which should have been brought here by absorbing the dragon's core.
No wonder he hates Caesar so much, it turns out there is such a relationship.
The following memories are relatively trivial, all of them being about Simba peeking at Lianrong and Caesar's relationship.
The two dragons spent the whole day together, very happy and sweet.
Simba could only watch from a distance and did not dare to approach.
Through the screen, Chris could feel this man's heartache.
It would be better if it could be accompanied by the BGM of "Snowflakes are falling and the north wind is blowing" at this moment.
The Caesar here is the real Caesar, and the senior time traveler only crossed over on his wedding night.
I don’t know how long time passed, but finally one day, Lianrong and Caesar were going to become partners.
They are not a combination of individuals, but a marriage of two major ethnic groups.
Dragons are also social creatures, but their number is not too large, only forty or fifty. After all, the fertility rate is there.
The tribe behind Lotus and Caesar imitated humans and held a wedding ceremony for them.
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The day before the wedding, Chris saw "himself" walking into a low cave.
There are countless crystal medicine bottles placed here, filled with liquids of different colors.
There was a strong smell of medicine in his nose, which was very pungent. Simba coughed several times in succession.
A dark green dragon was busy, muttering: "Honeysuckle, snow pompoms, plus ice snow lotus..."
Simba said viciously: "Gargamel, prepare a cup of the most poisonous potion in the continent for me."
"Jiejiejie, what do you want this for?" The dragon turned around, revealing a particularly ugly face. The skin was wrinkled, as if it had been soaked in sulfuric acid. His voice was hoarse and sounded
Very uncomfortable.
"Don't worry so much. The poison must be colorless and odorless, so it cannot be discovered."
Gargamel showed a teasing look in his eyes, but didn't say much. He had already guessed it.
Simba and Caesar belong to the same ethnic group, and they fight for Lianrong's love.
Although Simba won the final victory, he did not win Lianrong's heart.
Gargamel knew what he was going to do, but he didn't stop him. Instead, he was happy to see it happen.
After getting the colorless and odorless magic poison from Gargamel, Simba quickly left without disturbing any of his clan members.
The next day, the wedding was held as scheduled, and hundreds of dragons from the two groups held a banquet with captured prey.
This is their attempt to learn from human customs.
All the dragons were very happy, singing and dancing at the banquet, except for one, Simba.
The wedding banquet ended very late, and Caesar and Lianrong were sent to a small cave to let them go to the world of Erlong.
Without the dragon noticing, Simba had already sneaked into the cave.
It knows that according to human wedding customs, the wife and husband also drink wine.
So, Simba secretly put the poison he obtained from Gargamel into Caesar's cup, and then hid in an unnoticed corner.
Caesar and Lianrong entered the lair and entangled each other.
Seeing all this, Simba pinched the dragon's claws into his palms and tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart.
Lianrong gently pushed Caesar away and said with a sweet smile: "Don't move, we still have the last step."
"Hmph, human customs are really troublesome!" Caesar raised his glass displeasedly.
The two dragons began to drink from each other's cups.
"The wine brewed by humans is so powerful!" Caesar cursed, his body began to shake and foam came out of his mouth.
Lianrong couldn't help but said: "As for what, why don't I feel anything?"
Then, Caesar spread his limbs and lay down in the nest.
Chris could feel that Simba was very excited at this time.
"Hey, don't sleep, we haven't done anything like that yet." Lianrong shouted hurriedly, but didn't get any response.
After a while, Lianrong lay helplessly in Caesar's arms.
Simba witnessed the death of his love rival with his own eyes. He tiptoed to leave, but suddenly saw Caesar sitting up again. He was so frightened that he immediately hid away.
What happened? Why didn't Caesar die?
Simba was very angry, Gargamel must have given him fake poison.
"My head hurts~" Caesar rubbed his head. He was not speaking the language of the Magic Continent, but the Chinese language that Chris was very familiar with. "Where is this and why am I here?"
The predecessor Caesar was poisoned to death, and then his body was taken away by the senior time traveler.
Chris was also very excited now, and a sense of intimacy naturally arose in his heart.
Although the two time-travelers are separated by thousands of years, he no longer feels lonely.
Simba continued to hide in the dark, watching the strange movements of "Caesar" and listening to the strange sounds coming from his mouth.
"Holy shit, big lizard!" Caesar was so frightened that he quickly retreated.
"Why does this guy still have wings? Is it a Western dragon?"
Caesar rubbed his chin, suddenly feeling pain from his own scratch. He looked down and saw a pair of sharp claws.
"Fuck me, why have I turned into a Western dragon?" Caesar looked at himself.
"No, this must be a dream." As he said that, he scratched his face again, "Hey, it hurts! This is real!"
"Did I travel through time? But why is it a dragon? Can't you just let me be a normal person?" The senior time traveler was about to collapse. "Even if it's a poor little lord, it's okay."