The Little Dragon I Found Came from the Abyss

One hundred years after the Abyss first appeared, Qi Changye, captain of the "Kindling" squad, brought back an egg from the Abyss. Tests revealed that the unremarkable, pitch-black egg carried an exceptionally precious Imperial Dragon bloodline, one that should have been lost in the old Earth era hundreds of years ago. The whole city was in an uproar. All eyes were on the egg, and the finest resources were piled around it. Everyone awaited its hatching, hoping it would produce an "Imperial Dragon." But on the day it hatched, what crawled out was not a mighty "Imperial Dragon," but a deformed mutant. It looked like an ugly creature stripped of its scales, small and weak, barely clinging to life. By the time Qi Changye arrived, someone had dragged the newly hatched hatchling out of its warm nest and abandoned it in a damp, filthy corner. Tiny and unable even to open its eyes, it was covered in dust and shivering with cold as it struggled to crawl. He took it home. The ugly little monster couldn't speak or communicate, and couldn't understand why it had been abandoned. But instinctively, it clung to him. In the first week, the little monster hid between his fingers, wrapping itself around one and refusing to let go. In the second week, it crawled all over him, slipped into his sleeve, and dozed off clutching its tail. In the third week, it quietly climbed onto his bed and secretly kissed him. Everyone thought the strongest captain, Qi Changye, had picked up nothing but a useless, pathetic, ugly mutant, and that he could toss it back into the Abyss at any time. That was, until the day the Abyss changed, and a silver-white Imperial Dragon appeared, opening its cold, majestic golden eyes and striking terror into the Abyss. Everyone watched in horror as the sacred, awe-inspiring Imperial Dragon wrapped its human in its coils, kissed his forehead reverently and affectionately, and rubbed against his cheek. "Big brother... Mine. My beloved." "Eat you." Qi Changye: "?" 1. A powerful, calm, composed, unflappable, stunning bottom x a clingy, whimpering, spoiled silver dragon in the early stages, then a fierce, possessive dragon who won't let go of his wife in the later stages 2. Younger seme, sweet romance, happy ending Weibo: @Ruoruoruoyangjun Check out the author's completed novels! "I Ran Away After Saving the Male Lead" "The Dragon Egg I Raised for a Thousand Years Finally Hatched" Please bookmark the author's upcoming novels! "After the Fall of the Greatest Sword Cultivator" Jiang Yu was a young genius of the Tianshu Sect. With a single sword strike, he sealed the Demon God, and his fame spread across nine thousand provinces. He was a peerless sword cultivator, far beyond the reach of his generation. Then, overnight, he fell from the clouds. His sword was broken, his body ruined, and his meridians crippled. He became a furnace coveted and hunted by all. Only when his own sect joined forces to kill him in the northern reaches of the Zhou Kingdom did he learn the truth: the protagonist of this world was a transmigrator with a "System," and Jiang Yu had stood in the way of the protagonist's rise to supremacy. The northern reaches of the Zhou Kingdom were a desolate wilderness. Legend had it that the Demon Emperor fell there thousands of years ago. Several days later, Jiang Yu woke at the bottom of a cliff. His spiritual meridians were shattered, and a fluffy little ball in his arms was nibbling on his fingertip, mewling with hunger. Cang Shun: "Meow." Jiang Yu: "..." Jiang Yu, the Tianshu Sect's greatest sword cultivator, fell. His sword, Dust Realm, was claimed by a disciple who had been adored from the moment he first entered the sect. Later, the cultivation world gained a black-robed demonic cultivator: cold-eyed, pale, and aloof. He wasn't skilled with a sword, but his mastery of spells was unrivaled. At the cultivation world's once-every-five-hundred-years tournament, the Tianshu Sect's new prodigy held Dust Realm and looked down on everyone. He was knocked off the platform by the black-robed demonic cultivator in ten moves. The Tianshu Sect was in an uproar and sought to subdue the demonic cultivator. In front of the entire sect, the demonic cultivator removed his mask. His dark robes stained with blood, he held Dust Realm, his bearing peerless. He was none other than the former greatest sword cultivator, Jiang Yu. On Jiang Yu's shoulder, a fluffy white ball licked his cheek, revealing crimson, savage eyes, just like those of the terrifying Demon Emperor from thousands of years ago. After narrowly escaping death, Jiang Yu found a fluffy ball at the bottom of the cliff. It could only meow, and kept biting the hem of his clothes, refusing to let go. On the first day, he fed the little fluffball some wild grass. On the second day, he fed the little fluffball some roots. On the third day, he and the little fluffball lived on air. Cang Shun: ... Inside the cave, Jiang Yu meditated with his eyes closed. When he opened them, he saw a fluffy little ball dragging a three-zhang-long demon beast and dropping it at his feet. It shook the blood off its body, meowed at him again, and rubbed affectionately against the back of his hand. Jiang Yu: "?" 1. A gifted sword-and-spell cultivator, peerlessly powerful, resilient, cool beauty bottom x a fluffy little ball that goes "rawr" in the early stages, then an obsessive, possessive, fiercely protective Demon Emperor seme who gets jealous at the slightest thing Theme: Night will eventually give way to dawn, and even a stone from the Abyss can bloom into a little flower