Chapter 337

Eight dragon horses, one dragon chariot.

The magnificent dragon chariot slowly descended.

From the dragon chariot, a Dragon King with a jade crown and golden robe, and golden horns on his forehead, walked down.

The South Sea Dragon King held his head high and chest out, with his hands behind his back, walking slowly toward the thatched cottage with a crab walk.

Behind him followed a group of fellows clad in dragon robes with horns on their foreheads.

Zhang Xingyu's eyes suddenly lit up.

Among this group of people, he saw two familiar figures.

The old dragon Ao Cheng and the Ink Jiao Prince Mo Guang.

The old dragon Ao Cheng's complexion was delicate and rosy, his eyes were bright, and his white hair had all turned into black silk.

It seemed that after closing for a few years, the old brother had not only stabilized his cultivation but his appearance had also become much younger and more handsome.

As for Mo Guang, he was still in the appearance of an African black person, with a big bald head, skin as black as ink, and a mouth of neat, snow-white teeth.

However, there were some subtle changes on his body. First, two silver horns grew on his forehead, and seven-colored, blurred rays of light flowed in his blue eyes.

It seemed that this little loach Mo Guang had achieved success in cultivating in the Phantom Dragon God's cave, advancing to the Dragon King realm in just a few years. As for the rays of light flowing in his eyes, it was mostly a manifestation of his cultivation of phantom divine abilities.

This little loach's progress was really not small. It seemed that his dream of cultivating it into a mount was going to fall through.

Skipping the South Sea Dragon King going to the thatched pavilion to discuss scriptures and Dao.

After the South Sea Dragon King left, the old dragon Ao Cheng beckoned to Zhang Xingyu. It turned out that Ao Cheng had already seen Zhang Xingyu standing at the door.

"Hi. Old brother, haven't seen you for a few years, you look more and more spirited. Did you find a female dragon and start a flavorful married life?" Zhang Xingyu asked.

The old dragon Ao Cheng's old face flushed red. He glared at Zhang Xingyu fiercely: "You brat, haven't seen you for a few years and you've grown capable, huh?"

Zhang Xingyu nodded triumphantly: "Yeah. Old guy, you even noticed that. How about it, is my cultivation speed rare in ten thousand years?"

"Pfft, give you a bit of color and you want to open a dyeing workshop. In our dragon race, crossing several major realms in a few years is common," Ao Cheng said, his old face turning even redder.

After Zhang Xingyu finished greeting Ao Cheng, he turned his gaze to Mo Guang.

"Little brother Mo Guang, haven't seen you for a few years, you've grown capable, huh?"

"Hmph!"

Mo Guang snorted coldly, turned his head, and didn't want to pay attention to Zhang Xingyu.

He had been tricked by Zhang Xingyu into signing a divine blood contract. If it weren't for the fact that he had luckily obtained the inheritance of the Phantom Dragon God, he would have already become this human's mount.

Damn fellow.

Mo Guang cursed in his heart.

While reminiscing with Ao Cheng, two more Demon Emperors arrived one after another, leading their subordinate Demon Kings.

Time passed like a white horse passing a gap.

In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.

On this day, fifteen Tribulation Transcendence stage powerhouses had already been packed into Emperor Jin's thatched cottage.

As for the followers and attendants below the Tribulation Transcendence stage, they could only wait by the lake in front of the thatched cottage.

Fifteen teams of people were gathered into fifteen piles.

Zhang Xingyu was like a diligent butterfly, shuttling back and forth between these fifteen piles of people.

As the saying goes, more friends mean more paths.

These fifteen teams of people included humans, demon race, devil race, Taoist priests, nuns, and Buddhas.

Most of them had cultivation equivalent to the human Integration stage, and a few had cultivation equivalent to the human Mahayana stage.

Through more than ten days of socializing, Zhang Xingyu had also figured out the origins of these fellows.

Five of them came from the demon race, which were the five Demon Emperors and their subordinate Demon Kings.

Another four came from the devil race, which were the four Heavenly Devils and their subordinate Demon Kings.

Another four came from the human race, all of whom were Tribulation Transcendence stage powerhouses from the Immortal Alliance of the Central Domain Immortal Continent and their subordinates.

And the other two were the team of Zhang Xingyu and the team of the old dragon Ao Cheng.

Among the devil race, there were a few Demon Kings who seemed to be familiar with Harry. One of them, a blond, white-faced fellow, walked up to Harry to greet her, but received a big eye-roll from Demon King Harry.

However, that fellow didn't mind and kept wanting to shamelessly follow Harry.

He was like a piece of chewing gum; no matter how Demon King Harry didn't give him a good look, he always maintained a sycophantic appearance.

Demon King Harry frowned; she was obviously very disgusted with this fellow, but couldn't do anything about him.

Zhang Xingyu also frowned.

Damn it. Is it easy for me to find a bodyguard? You actually dare to come and poach my wall.

He stared at the blond, white-faced Demon King for a while, and suddenly had an idea in his heart.

Zhang Xingyu walked smilingly to the side of Demon King Harry and the white-faced Demon King.

"This old brother, what's your surname?" Zhang Xingyu cupped his hands to the white-faced Demon King.

"Get lost, you humble human!" The white-faced Demon King glared at Zhang Xingyu with disgust.

He was racking his brains thinking about how to please Demon King Harry, so naturally, he had no time to pay attention to the greeting of a low-rank human.

Zhang Xingyu wasn't angry either.

Harmony brings wealth.

He smiled slightly at the white-faced Demon King: "I am with Harry. During this time, Harry has been with me all along."

"What? Impossible?" The expression on the white-faced Demon King's face seemed to be saying "You're lying."

"What's possible or impossible. If you don't believe me, you can ask Harry beside you," Zhang Xingyu laughed.

His smile was perfect, revealing exactly eight snow-white teeth between his upper and lower lips.

The white-faced Demon King looked at Zhang Xingyu.

Seeing Zhang Xingyu's honest gentleman-like appearance of "everything I say is true," he couldn't help but believe it a little bit.

He looked up at Demon King Harry.

Demon King Harry nodded gently.

"You, you"

The white-faced Demon King looked at Zhang Xingyu for a while, then looked at Demon King Harry.

He really couldn't believe that Harry, who was known as the Ice Rose in the Moyu, the coldest and most difficult-to-approach Harry, would actually hang out with a low-rank human.

Looking at that human's cultivation, it was only comparable to those low-rank demon generals. Harry would actually hang out with him all the time.

The white-faced Demon King's face was first shocked, then became very disappointed.

Could it be that Harry likes human male cultivators.

No wonder he had pursued her for many years, and she had ignored him.

Just when the white-faced Demon King was heartbroken, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind: "White-faced old brother, are you pursuing Harry?"

The white-faced Demon King suddenly woke up.

He looked at Zhang Xingyu. The voice that just appeared in his mind was exactly the same as this humble human's.

"White-faced old brother, why are you looking at me? There are no flowers on my face. I just ask you, do you like Harry? If you really like her, I can help you," Zhang Xingyu's voice came into the white-faced Demon King's mind again.

The white-faced Demon King's mood jumped from the valley to the peak again.

"Like. I like Harry. From the first moment I saw her, I fell in love with her uncontrollably," the white-faced Demon King transmitted his voice hurriedly.

"Good. If you truly like her, I can help you. After all, as Harry's close friend, I also hope she can find a desirable husband, and I also hope she can be happy and happy for a lifetime," Zhang Xingyu transmitted his voice.

His stomach felt a chill, and he felt like vomiting.

What would it be like if he really matched this white-faced fellow and Harry together?