"This dragon is the Chinese Dragon Ao Lie! It's not your power bank!"
After the death of agent Lin Yun, he traveled through time and became a good-for-nothing son whose engagement was broken off. At the beginning, his mother died young, his father ignored him, and he lived in a woodshed and ate leftovers.
Standard start. Even he couldn't help but want to score.
Until a palm-sized little golden dragon emerged from Jade Perry and cursed: "I have been waiting for eight thousand years, only for a loser like you?"
Then after holding it in for a long time, I burped.
One person and one dragon will be tied to death from then on.
Lin Yun was the ace of the Dragon Group in his previous life. He was decisive and intelligent in killing, and his only hobby was expressionless complaints.
Ao Lie is the remnant soul of an ancient divine dragon. He is arrogant and bitchy, and enjoys antagonizing others. His greatest skill is talking.
He said it was a power bank.
It said he was trash.
But together they counterattacked from waste to supreme summoner, from mercenary leader to overlord of a party, from being hunted down by the church to overturning the century-old chess game of the Pope.
Fighting spirit and magic fly together, dragons dance with the undead.
There are dragons, griffins, unicorns, Behemoths, elf priests, orc sword masters, and undead monarchs.
Machiavellian, passionate, decisive in killing, plus a dragon shouting from beginning to end, "This dragon is not helping you! I am protecting myself!"
This is not a cliché story about a waste material's counterattack.
This is the path of a arrogant dragon and a sinister master to become a god.
"You owe me the soy sauce beef, when will you pay it back?"
"... Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? You said tomorrow three days ago!"
One person and one dragon, laughing and scolding the gods
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