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This was thanks to Ling Huaxi's stop, otherwise, Xishao Siming would never have left himself a hidden danger.

"Then what are you going to do this time?"

"What else can I do?"

Hearing Beitang Yaori's helpless chuckle, Xishao Siming felt like time flies.

Turning his head to look at the beautiful pond and the lush green trees in the atrium, Xishao Siming's eyes were a little deep.

"Yao Ri, do you still remember when we first met?"

"..."

In Tibet, the first time Xishao Siming met Beitang Yaori was in a temple.

The quiet and handsome young man is dressed like a lama monk, but the unapproachable coldness on his body attracts Xishao Siming.

—Hey, bastard, can't you see I'm hurt?Save me quickly!

——Why should I save you?

——Tch, I have never seen such a cold-blooded monk as you when I saw an injured person and refused to save him!

The two teenagers, Xi Shao Si Ming, were shot twice at that time, which is not unusual for a young master of the underworld.

Beitang Yaori was very surprised, he didn't expect a teenage boy to be so calm, and he was even seriously injured.

After resting in the temple for a month, Xishao Siming finally saved his life. Although Beitang Yaori said very little that month, Xishao Siming was very interested in this boy who was about his age. There is a story in my son.

——Hey, are you interested in joining our mafia?

--Not interested in.

——But I'm very interested in you, if you don't want to die, you can join my Dragon King Club.

——I said, I'm not interested.

——Seeing that the injured people are calm and helpless, it would be a waste for such a cold-blooded man not to join the mafia!

Without giving Beitang Yaori any time to hesitate, Xishao Siming abruptly brought Beitang Yaori to a strange place.

That was the day of the thorn dragon that Beitang Yaori would never forget for the rest of his life——

"Boom..."

The marble floor on the side wall was slowly moved and opened, and the hot air blowing towards the face was almost scalding to death!

The scorching heat waves, wave after wave, reflected the entire execution room red.

The light from the raging fire was too dazzling, and the two men put on black sunglasses.

One of the men watched the marble wall being opened, and turned his head to look at Beitang Yaori who was still unresponsive.

"To thank you for saving our young master, this is a special gift from the young master, accept it!"

In the raging flames, a long golden and dazzling black shadow flickered.

The flickering flames made it impossible for Beitang Yaori to see what it was. The only thing he could feel was the piercing and hot air.

The golden and dazzling black shadow extended from two red-burned iron pillars, connecting to the horizontal plank of the marble ceiling.

The horizontal version began to move, approaching in the direction of Beitang Yaori.

Amidst the raging fire, a burnt golden red dragon slid slowly towards Beitang Yaori.

"The Dragon King Dechajia, who symbolizes the power of darkness, covered your birthmark and merged with it, imprinting this golden dragon on your body forever, hehe... Yaori, you were born for our Dragon King A man who works!"

The air around him was getting hotter and hotter, Beitang Yaori seemed to have heard the "hissing" sound of the salt water evaporating from his body.