A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 109 Samson felt wronged

Inside Baidi City, Old Tang, accompanied by Samson, witnessed the massive gears inside turning, causing the entire Baidi City to automatically return to the mountain.

At the current rate, in another half hour, this wonder will sink back into the mountain and remain hidden.

Even though Kassel College knows that a Dragon King-level ruin exists here, it would be difficult for them to open it again.

Using so many shipborne weapons at the Three Gorges Dam will come at a heavy price this time alone. Do you expect to do it again?
From now on, any ship entering Kassel will likely be subject to multiple checks, let alone attempting to enter Baidi City.

"Roar?" Samson watched as the White Emperor City gradually closed off, completely baffled by the Dragon King's thoughts. He asked the king why he was burying his own home.

Old Tang had gotten used to the dragon's roar that would occasionally explode in his ears: "We don't need to move back in."

"As for you, Samson, you can stay on this river for now. Brother Huang said it's a very large river, enough for you to live on."

Having grown accustomed to modern life, how could Old Tang possibly want to return to a primitive lifestyle? No matter how grand the palace, it wouldn't work.

Although he didn't understand, Samson simply obeyed the command. With this simple thought in mind, he silently nodded twice, causing a large amount of water to spread in all directions and create dense bubbles.

"Alright, take me up." Old Tang grabbed the mask ring and let Samson pull him all the way back to the shore, where they saw Huang Tiekou resting against his brother's bone bottle.

"Constantine!" Old Tang was in high spirits. The Old Church had not disappointed him! First, they helped him get rid of the surveillance, then they saved his personality, and finally they even took back his brother Constantine.

My positive feelings toward the old church continue to rise!

"Roar?" Because of Old Tang's orders, Samson did not float to the surface completely this time; only his entire dragon head emerged from the river, but it was still shocking enough.

How come Lord Constantine's eggs are here too?
Didn't Lord Norton decide to abandon Lord Constantine?

The loyal dragon servant was completely baffled by the current situation in his tiny head.

But it still set its sights on Huang Tiekou, opening its blood-red maw and revealing its fangs, preparing to attack this human who relied on the king for rest and was extremely presumptuous.

"Behave yourself!" Old Tang was just about to swim ashore when he noticed his underling's movements, slapped him, and shook the iron mask.

Samson was wronged to be beaten. No, Your Majesty, why was he beaten?

What is the relationship between this human and the king?

"You've finally arrived." Huang Tiekou waved and greeted them, paying no attention to Samson, while regretting that Aso had left so early.

The urn containing Constantine's remains was carried all the way here by Makoto Aso himself, since it contained Constantine, the living Dragon King.

It's not convenient for Xu Lie's clone to be sent directly to the gray fog through a sacrificial ritual and then bestowed upon Huang Tiekou.

No one could predict what would happen to a life like the Dragon King if it were sent to the Source Castle.

So they simply asked Makoto Aso, who is incredibly fast, to bring the canned food over directly.

No sooner had Aso Makoto flown away than Old Tang came ashore. Huang Tiekou was somewhat helpless. If Aso Makoto were still here, he could try to entrust the task of guiding the way to Aso Makoto.

In this way, Huang Tiekou can take a vacation.

Old Tang was grateful to the old church, but he was even more concerned about his younger brother. He rushed over and stroked the brass can back and forth, as if he were stroking his beloved.

'elder brother.'

"Brother!" Old Tang shook his head violently, looking around. "Are you hallucinating? Brother Huang, did you hear that? Someone is calling for brother?"

"Could it be! Could it be Constantine? Constantine, my brother is here."

Old Tang blushed, saying "Brother is here" while stroking the bone cassette, leaving even Huang Tiekou, who loved watching the spectacle, speechless.

Humans cannot, at least should not... No, Lao Tang, why the hell do you blush when you touch a brass metal can?

Having all the memories of the original body, Huang Tiekou boasted that he had seen it all and was knowledgeable. What kind of scene hadn't he seen?

Sorry, Huang Tiekou has never seen anything like this before.

Old Tang responded with a couple of words, then became puzzled: "Why is it so quiet? Constantine? Constantine?"

Growing increasingly anxious, Old Tang quickly turned around: "Brother Huang, what's wrong with Constantine?"

Huang Tiekou placed his left hand next to his right hand beside his ear, making a sleeping posture: "Your brother is still asleep. He dreamed about you, so he's talking in his sleep."

"Oh, oh." Old Tang's lips twitched when he heard this, and he stroked the can with an even gentler expression: "Good boy, you even called for me in your sleep, not bad, not bad, very good boy."

"You get some rest, your brother will take you out for a big meal when you wake up!"

"Roar~" Samson in the river let out a joyful dragon roar. Great! Although he didn't understand what was going on, Lord Norton had not abandoned Lord Constantine.

The two Dragon Kings are still as close as they were thousands of years ago, which puts their subjects at ease.

"You sink first, Samson." Old Tang waved his hand dismissively, clearly disgusted. Didn't he know his brother was sleeping?
Kids are such light sleepers! Why are you yelling at them? If you wake them up, are you going to be responsible for putting them back to sleep?
Previously, Donald Trump was quite satisfied with Samson, the dragon attendant, as he obeyed orders and did whatever was said. However, once Constantine was involved, Donald Trump began to dislike Samson.

"Hey, no, no, no!" Huang Tiekou suddenly stepped forward to plead for Samson: "We still need Samson's help."

“The car has broken down. If you don’t want to carry the big cans of food all the way back to the city by yourself, we need this Samson to give us a ride.”

"The car broke down?" Old Tang twisted his neck rapidly. He didn't quite believe it. He had personally experienced how tough and durable that SUV was.

As a result, we saw a large number of waterlogged off-road vehicles stuck in a clump of mud.

Huang Tiekou promptly added, "When Samson took you into the water, he created too many waves, and that's how the chariot ended up like this."

"..." Old Tang was silent for a moment. This time, he didn't continue to stroke the brass can. Instead, he held it in his arms and tested its weight. Hey, it's quite heavy!

It took the SUV almost two hours to get here from the city center, and I still have to carry the brass cans back on foot. Just thinking about it makes my arms and legs feel strangely sore.

"Samson!" Fortunately, Old Tang was thick-skinned enough that he wouldn't blush even if he changed his mind: "Come here, come here, dock, yes, dock with your head, Brother Huang and I will sit on your head, and you can give us a ride."

After saying this, he struggled to lift Constantine's urn with both hands, as if he were holding sand that would scatter with a gust of wind, and carefully moved it toward Samson.

Samson's dragon eyes were genuinely moist this time. Lord Norton actually allowed a mere human to sit on his head.

And you also have to be this human's mount, carrying them to some city center.
This request is way too much of a bullying for a dragon!
The dragon servant felt wronged.

No matter how aggrieved they felt, they couldn't disobey Old Tang's orders. They could only obediently hide the dragon's body underwater, leaving only the dragon's head as a boat, carrying the two of them and a jar downstream.

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