After I became an immortal in Uchimaki, I went from being a loser to becoming a group favorite.

Chapter 278 Are you kidding me?
After finishing his work, the Dragon Prince sat at the table, fuming.

Longbo poked his face with his chopsticks, which provoked another round of cursing.

Meng San impatiently covered her ears with her hands. "Shut up."

The Dragon Prince fell silent.

Longbo chuckled, gloating.

The Dragon Prince was even angrier. While Rong Wan was busy in the kitchen, he muttered to himself, "I'll marry Rong Wan when you die of old age."

Longbo smiled mysteriously, "Don't worry, even if you all die, I won't die."

He had barely finished speaking when he was hit on the head.

"Don't say such unlucky things!" Rong Wan placed the steamed buns on the table.

The Dragon Prince pulled out a chair with a fawning expression, and Rong Wan touched his little face, saying, "So good." Then she sat down.

The Dragon Prince was so beautiful he was practically bubbling with joy, that even Song Nan, sitting opposite him, couldn't bear to look at him directly.

However, the lifespan of dragons is not short.

Dragons are born with the ability to cultivate and have a lifespan longer than mortals.

Moreover, due to their cultivation, it is difficult to tell their actual age from their appearance.

For example, the Dragon Prince is actually already a hundred years old.

The age of the man before them, Long Bo, is still unknown.

Perhaps younger than the Dragon Prince, perhaps older.

However... looking at the two people bickering in front of him, Song Nan preferred to believe the former.

A deep, powerful male voice broke the silence of their argument.

As darkness fell in front of the door, a tall, burly middle-aged man strode in, muttering curses as he went.

"Damn it! That brat's slacking off again!"

The Dragon Prince leaped up and instantly transformed into a small golden dragon, nimbly trying to slip out of the window.

As soon as it slipped out, it let out a scream.

It turned out that the man had already created a clone outside. As soon as the Dragon Prince went out, he grabbed him and dragged him in by the collar.

He walked away cursing, "If someone hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known you'd been skipping class for so long—you good-for-nothing!"

"You old bastards! All you ever do is complain!" the Dragon Prince cursed.

For a moment, the small steamed bun shop was filled with the cursing of two dragons, one big and one small.

Meng San's forehead veins throbbed repeatedly. He slammed his hand on the table and was about to kick someone when Song Nan grabbed him.

The Dragon Prince, who had noticed this, was shocked and hurriedly grabbed the middle-aged man's collar, pleading, "Father, let's go outside, let's go outside and discuss this!"

The person who can scare this kid so much...

Dragon Dynasty Dream Three cast a curious glance at him.

Upon closer inspection, his eyes lit up – what a handsome young man!

Upon closer inspection, something seemed amiss; it appeared to be a woman.

His gaze then fell on Song Nan, who was holding Meng San's arm, and his eyes lit up again.

"Good lad, all these times you've sneaked out of the palace, it's all for these ladies, isn't it?" The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, also noticing Baozi Xishi at the same time.

However, compared to the temperament of the two women in front of her, Baozi Xishi's appearance is slightly inferior.

Seeing that Meng San's face was not good, the Dragon Prince finally broke free from his father's big hand and pulled him to walk outside.

"What are you afraid of, kid?" The Dragon King raised an eyebrow. "What, am I, the dignified King of the Dragon Clan, afraid of a few greenhorns?"

"Father, you can't beat her." The Dragon Prince stamped his feet anxiously. "Let's leave before she gets angry."

The Dragon King shook off the Dragon Prince's arm, rolled up his sleeves, and strode forward. "Hey—I don't believe a little brat like you would dare slam your fist on the table at me!"

"Father, please listen to your son!"

The Dragon Prince shouted until he was hoarse, which only fueled the Dragon King's competitive spirit.

He took three steps at a time and was about to get close to Meng San when he was suddenly blocked by something and crashed into it with a loud bang.

A large, red bump instantly swelled up on the Dragon King's forehead. It was the first time he had ever seen his father suffer such a setback.

The Dragon Prince puffed out his cheeks, trying hard to suppress his laughter.

"A barrier?" The Dragon King took a half step back, not expecting that someone could set up a barrier so quickly without him noticing. "Interesting."

He nodded, and the disdain in his narrowed, cloudy eyes lessened considerably.

"However, it's just child's play." He suddenly opened his mouth wide, and with the movement of opening his mouth, the part above his neck quickly transformed into the shape of a dragon head, which startled Uncle Long, who hurriedly pulled Rong Wan away.

"Run! The... the Dragon King is about to breathe fire!"

Song Nan glanced in their direction and tried to pull Meng San back half a step.

But... I can't pull it.

The guy's entire body exuded an air of eager anticipation as he sat there.

It seems that these past few months of rest and recuperation in the Dragon Clan have been incredibly boring.

Having finally found an opportunity to fight openly and fairly, Meng San certainly wouldn't let it go.

The enormous dragon head suddenly lunged forward, shattering the invisible barrier in front of it instantly. It occupied almost half of the entire steamed bun shop, and its huge, sharp dragon eyes were fixed on Meng San.

Meng San remained seated in the same spot.

Moreover, he seemed much calmer than before, and less irritable and easily angered.

Yes, a fight is about to break out.

There was no need to rush, but the stench emanating from the dragon's mouth was so unbearable that she couldn't help but reach out and slap it.

This sudden burst of wind and rain, carrying an uncontrollable sense of disgust, even lifted up the floor tiles, causing the dragon head fan in front of them to flip back upside down.

Amidst the screams from inside and outside the door, the Dragon King finally managed to regain control of his mind. After returning to human form, he was drenched in cold sweat and clutched his neck, still shaken by the experience.

That was close, I almost broke my neck.

The instigator remained in the same position, looked at the somewhat bewildered Dragon King, then looked down at his own fair hands, and suddenly frowned.

Then she looked up at the Dragon King and said with displeasure, "Who are you kidding?"

The Dragon King's face flushed red instantly.

Humiliation, this is an absolute disgrace.

He wanted to rush forward and fight back immediately, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to move an inch.

The near-fatal threat he just experienced still leaves his legs trembling, which he is desperately trying to suppress.

Fortunately, the Dragon Prince popped out again at that moment.

"Father, I'll go back with you. Can we leave this place?"

The Dragon King relaxed and was about to leave when he was stopped by a shout of "Stop!"

"Give it your all, let's have a fight!" Meng San still frowned, looking very unhappy.

The Dragon King finally understood.

Why is the reckless dragon prince so afraid of this girl disguised as a boy? Because he's a rascal, but she's even more of a rascal!

Song Nan sighed and rubbed his forehead. "If we keep fighting, we'll owe the steamed bun shop even more."

Meng San looked conflicted for a moment, glanced at the messy steamed bun shop around her, and turned away angrily, as if to avoid seeing it altogether, and said to the two people behind her.

"Let's go, let's go. Remember to use your full strength next time!"

The Dragon King was utterly dumbfounded.

Is this because... they're afraid of breaking something and having to pay for it, so they're not going to fight?
With that kind of ability, why would someone be afraid of losing money?

Who on earth is this person?!

In short, in less than half an hour, he felt that his understanding had been refreshed time and time again, but what followed was a new idea in his mind.

"You've come to the palace to be my son's tutor! I'll have someone beat you up every day!"

He raised his head and said.

I truly realized how little I knew. "Learning is like sailing against the current; it's a boundless sea, and we must work hard to reach it." Compared to the enormous, unreachable mountain of knowledge, humanity is so insignificant... How much manpower and how long of painstaking climbing are needed to see the view from the summit? Most people may spend their entire lives only wandering at the foot of the mountain, while a few gifted individuals can be deeply moved and benefit from the view halfway up the mountain for a lifetime!