Chapter 372 Dragon Quest

Because Ryan has been in a coma, Ivy has been taking the initiative and looks very...

Ryan found Ivy's contrast very interesting, so he kept watching with great interest and didn't notice that Ivy had woken up.

Blushing, Ivy danced behind Ryan for a long time, and finally covered Ryan's eyes from behind: "Mr. Ryan, don't look!"

Ryan was stunned when his eyes were suddenly covered: "Ivy, are you awake?"

As he spoke, Ryan waved his hand and stopped the projection.

Then, Ryan grabbed Ivy's wrist, slowly put down her hands, and turned to look at Ivy.

Meeting Ryan's gaze, Ivy lowered her head shyly: "Mr. Ryan..."

Ryan smiled faintly, raised his hand, held Ivy in his arms, and whispered in Ivy's ear: "At this point, do you still need to add the word 'sir'?"

After hearing Ryan's words, Ivy took a while to react. Her whole body stiffened slightly, and it seemed as if a spring of honey was gushing out of her heart. Then she raised her hands and hugged Ryan tightly.

"Although Nirvana's existence makes me forget you every hundred years, I swear that as long as you don't get tired of me, I will definitely treat you well."

Ryan didn't know how to say sweet words, and this was the most sincere words Ryan could say.

Ivy's delicate body trembled slightly, and she felt her eyes were a little sore. Her heart was so sweet that she felt like she would cry for joy at any moment.

"Well, Ryan, I believe you. And no matter how many times you achieve Nirvana, until the end of my life, I will never get tired of you. If you say that again, I will be angry."

Just like that in the cave, the two hugged each other tenderly for a while, then put on their clothes and left the cave.

Outside the cave, Cerberus was stepping on the old dragon and hitting it like a ball.

Hearing the noise, Cerberus turned his head and said, "Master, it seems that you have recovered."

In fact, Cerberus had already sensed it when Ryan woke up, but she was tactful enough not to disturb the two of them.

Ryan nodded slightly: "Thank you for your hard work, Cerberus, but you are making such a big noise here, aren't there any other dragons coming over?"

"There were a few, but I chased them all away, and they never came back again. I guess they thought I was a giant beast that occupied the territory here like those toads."

As he spoke, Cerberus slapped the old dragon again, causing it to howl in agony: "Master, are you going to kill this old dragon?"

Hearing this, Lao Long's eyes widened: "Don't kill me, don't kill me! I will listen to whatever you say!"

Ryan walked around the old dragon with great interest. Dragons are generally arrogant, but Ryan has never seen a dragon as cowardly as this old dragon.

After thinking for a moment, Ryan smiled at the old dragon and said, "Okay, I won't kill you."

Lao Long blinked blankly: "Really?"

"Of course, but I have a condition."

"You say!"

The old dragon used honorifics to address Ryan, his eyes full of desire for life.

Ryan pointed at the old dragon, then pointed to the south, and said with a smile: "You, accompany us to defeat the Dragon Lord."

The old dragon was suddenly stunned, and it took him a long time to react: "I fight the Dragon Lord? Eh... is this true?!"

Ryan took a step forward and patted the old dragon on the head: "We will win."

Win a ghost!

If it weren't for Cerberus's pressure, the old dragon would have jumped up: "You were almost killed by those toads, what can you do to fight the dragon master!"

"Do you want to fight or not?"

"Do not hit!"

"Cerberus, do it!"

"beat!"

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[In the January of the year 1405 in the human calendar, I can no longer tell the days apart.

After that terrible dragon brought me back, he watched over me personally with a cold eye every day, as if he wanted to marry me to one of his offspring. It was so scary... But he went out today, and I don’t know what he did.

It’s cold here, and the skirt I’m wearing is already dirty and sticky and uncomfortable.

I wonder how my father is doing now? Is he healthy? What will my elder brother think after I leave? I guess he should be relieved, right? After all, in his eyes, I am just a devil.

When I had trouble falling asleep last night, I had another dream, but this time it was not a nightmare. I dreamed of the Ranger, who rode a giant dragon and descended from the sky like in the fairy tale written by the Black Butler. He defeated the terrible dragon and rescued me...】

Princess Futini's diary suddenly stopped writing at this point.

Futini shook the pen vigorously to make sure there was no ink left in it, and curled up helplessly in the corner of the narrow space.

This was the only pen she could find, and now she even lost her only form of entertainment, which was writing in a diary.

Futini felt her nose tip getting a little sour, and tears were gradually brewing in her eyes, which made her quickly raise her head to prevent the tears from falling.

"Futini, be strong. You are the legitimate daughter of the Hedley royal family. You are..."

The constant encouragements she gave herself were so powerless. Helpless tears still slid down Futini's delicate little face and fell onto the diary she wrote.

This year, Futini had just turned ten years old.

After sitting in the corner for a while, Futini wiped the tears from her cheeks, took a deep breath, and closed the diary.

Then, Futini took out a crumpled newspaper from her clothes.

Carefully spreading out the newspaper, Futini quickly found the fairy tale written by the black butler on it and began to read it word by word.

This story was written by the Black Butler in order to eliminate people's fear of dragons when the imperial capital was attacked by a black dragon last year.

This fairy tale tells the story of a brave man who, after traveling through mountains and rivers and going through untold hardships, destroyed the dragon and rescued the princess who had been abducted by the dragon.

The name of the story is very simple, it's called "Dragon Quest".

Before being taken away by the Dragon Lord, Futini was reading this fairy tale and secretly brought it here.

Whenever she felt desperate and helpless, Futini would take out this fairy tale and draw warmth and hope from it.

Even though she had read it countless times, when she saw the warm words written by the black butler again, a smile from the heart would still appear on Futini's little face.

"What kind of person is the black butler? He must be a kind old grandfather, right? Judging from his status as a butler, the young lady in his family must be very happy."

After all, words alone seem to contain the magic that makes people feel happy.

(Three Kingdoms Warm-up, Lu Bu)