Chapter 92: Dragon Prince's Little Koi (15-16)

With this shout, Xiang Xing suddenly felt that the entire Crystal Palace was boiling.

"Yuan'er really came back?"

A dumb but joyful voice sounded from the highest point of the palace and spread all around.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a majestic and domineering silver-gray dragon a few sizes larger than Ao Yuan, screaming, hovering from the giant coral.

The dragon landed on the large square in front of the Crystal Palace, and transformed into a middle-aged man with extraordinary momentum in silver-gray scale armor.

"Yuan'er!"

Seeing that he was indeed his son standing in front of him, Nanhai Dragon King Ao Qing raised his arms and walked towards his son excitedly.

After embracing Ao Yuan tightly in his arms, Xiang Xing saw that the old dragon king's originally narrow and sharp eyes instantly turned into watery eyes full of tears.

Then, there was a crying cry... "Yuan'er, you are back, father is almost dying!"

"..."

The contrast is too big, and the little guy is a bit blinded.

"You know, when your dragon ball is flickering, the father's heart is also going up and down, for fear that you are in danger...but you can't be found!"

The old dragon king continued to babble.

Ao Yuan seemed accustomed to it, smiling, and patted his old father on the back like coaxing a child.

"Sorry to worry you, Father."

"...Hey, just come back, just come back!"

Ao Qing sucked his big dragon nose.

Inadvertently glanced at Xiang Xing behind Ao Yuan.

He was stunned for a while, as if suddenly aware of the gaffe he had just seen in front of outsiders, he quickly coughed and let go of his son.

His face instantly returned to its original majestic color, stroked the gray long beard lightly, and asked, "This is..."

Ao Yuan smiled faintly: "Father, her name is Xiang Xing, she is the child's savior."

"...What? Are you really in danger outside?"

The old dragon king was taken aback.

But he didn't ask much in this public occasion. Instead, he raised a very grateful smile and directly bowed his hand to Xiang Xing.

"Yuan'er's savior, I am considered to be the savior of my South Sea people! Girl Xiang, please be respected by the old dragon!..."

"No, no more..."

Xiang Xing was suddenly flattered, and hurriedly waved his small hand.

"Ah...good, good!"

Ao Qing straightened up now, smiled, and made a "please" gesture towards the huge Crystal Palace behind him, "Then, Lao Long begs Ms. Xiang to sit in the humble house for a while, Lao Long is ready to thank you for a banquet!"

"……what."

Xiang Xing smiled blankly.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

This, if this is a humble house, wouldn't the palace of Xia Zhiguo be used only as Mao...?

"Don't be in a daze, sister Xiaoyu."

Seeing the little guy looking at the back of the old Dragon King in excitement, Ao Yuan couldn't help but smile.

He took her little hand again to show her the way.

Well, for some reason, he kind of likes to hold her hand.

The small, soft, onion-like fingertips quivered from time to time, scratching his palms slightly, but it was very comfortable.

It felt like just now, she was nestled in his claws.

Thinking about it, Ao Yuan's lips curled deeper and deeper.

...

The three came to the banquet hall in the Crystal Palace.

After giving Xiang Xing to the VIP seat, the old dragon king waved his hand, and several clam maidservants entered with various trays.

He knows how to give Xiang Xing a variety of...sea! shrimp! Big! meal!

The little guy almost spit out.

The duck on his head felt cold all over.

Seeing Xiang Xing unceremoniously grabbing a grilled lobster, babbling and gnawing with relish, Duck Duck was both instinctively scared and grateful.

At least, as if living here, it should probably not become her ration...

Unlike Ya Ya, Ao Yuan on the side seemed to be particularly interested in Xiang Xing's food.

I saw the man propped his elbows all the way and slightly supported the delicate chin.

The head is slightly tilted, the pale rose petals are curled with a faint arc, and the blue eyes never leave the bulging cheeks.

Ripples in my heart even more.

Just, I wanted to stretch out my finger and poke that soft cheek.

Here, the young people eat and see, it is harmonious and harmonious.

On the other hand, after listening to the return of Prime Minister Tortoise, Ao Qing sighed heavily.

"Oh!...This hunger striker is going to consume himself sooner or later!"

Hearing this, Ao Yuan paused slightly, and withdrew his thoughts.

As if suddenly remembering something, she looked at her father with a slight worry: "Father, eldest sister, hasn't she eaten yet?"

"Isn't it!"

The old dragon king slapped the dragon chair depressedly, squeezed his forehead vigorously, and muttered, "She is true too, knowing that she is holding her heart! This is not hungry, it must be suffocated!"

"This……"

Ao Yuan seemed to be the same, frowned and sighed lightly.

Seeing his distressed look, Xiang Xing, who had been distracted and eavesdropping, couldn't help quietly put down the lobster shell in his hand.

She thought for a while, put her little hand into the clean water bubble that was specially used to wash her hands, which felt like jelly, and turned it around carefully to wash off the oil stains on her hands.

After that, he directly raised his soft fingertips and stretched it toward the man's eyebrows that became "Chuan", and gently rubbed them.

"Brother Xiaolong,"

The little guy blinked his eyes, tentatively, and asked in a soft voice, "Is there anything I can help?"

"..."

Ao Yuan looked at her.

Scarlet lips opened slightly, just about to say something.

Unexpectedly, the old dragon king over there, as if caught the straw, his eyes lit up excitedly.

"Miss Xiang, are you willing and willing to help Lao Long persuade my poor daughter?! She doesn't eat or drink, it's been almost half a year!"

"……what?"

Xiang Xing tilted his head in doubt.

How can anyone stand the temptation of food.

What kind of heavy heart is this holding back?

...

After the Crystal Palace.

Under the huge coral strain, there is a soft clam bed made of giant clam shells.

On the clam bed, a young woman wearing a plain gauze skirt with a delicate and beautiful face and a look similar to Ao Yuan was lying on her head with her head supported.

He stared at the top of the giant coral in a daze.

In a daze, she seemed to sense that a strange little figure, which shouldn't even be a sea creature, was swimming towards her cautiously.

The woman squinted her beautiful eyes, and was about to raise her hand to drive her away.

Suddenly he noticed that the little guy was wrapped in the soft scale cloak that the little brother loved most.

She paused, and there was a little more curious look in her eyes.

Immediately he turned his eyes and glanced at the little figure.

I saw a flash of red light in front of me, and the colorful little fish suddenly transformed into a very petite and lovely girl, and landed on the side of her clam bed lightly.