Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress

Indeed, bad...

Evil Dragon Lance had definitely lured that foolish young dragon into the area where lightning flashed and thunder roared, intentionally letting the young dragon be struck by lightning.

A young dragon that had never been struck by lightning couldn't withstand it like Evil Dragon Lance, who often flew into thunderous areas on purpose to use Thunder Tempering.

Although a Black Dragon by nature, after being struck by thunder numerous times, not only had it gained immunity to thunder, but it had also acquired the ability to control thunder. A creature that could control the Power of Thunder would grow up... to be at least a Lord-level monster.

There are Giant Dragons capable of mastering the Power of Thunder.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Thunder Dragons.

The legendary Thunder Dragons... as tyrannical as Red Dragons, when angered... lightning flashed and thunder roared, and during battle, the overwhelming and raging Power of Thunder could turn an opponent instantly charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

If a Thunder Dragon were to learn that a Black Dragon had mastered the Power of Thunder, it would definitely suspect that one of Evil Dragon Lance's parents was a Thunder Dragon.

"Woof... woof woof..."

"You're saying Evil Dragon Lance has no innate abilities? That the powers it holds are inferior to the Innate Divine Abilities of other extraordinary creatures?"

"Woof."

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"Hehe... Er Gouzi... you haven't been with Evil Dragon Lance as long as I have. If you had followed Evil Dragon Lance from a long time ago like I did, you would know how much he has concealed. Many things... I don't even dare to tell you.

Those are Evil Dragon Lance's trump cards. If I spoke of them, Evil Dragon Lance would definitely kill you to silence you, and he might even keep you until winter, then on a day when goose feather-like snow is falling, slaughter you... to make a dog meat hotpot..."

Hey? Er Gouzi... should I tell you the secrets of Evil Dragon Lance? Come, let me tell you..."

"Woof woof woof!!!"

Er Gouzi shook his head frantically. He didn't want to know the secrets of Evil Dragon Lance, not at all.

He was afraid that Evil Dragon Lance would slaughter him... to make a dog meat hotpot...

"Stop talking, Evil Dragon Lance is coming."

Evil Dragon Lance flew over the sea surface with the young dragon that had been knocked out by the lightning and landed on the island, carrying the young dragon to the Black Dragon Pavilion.

During rainy weather, Lance liked to stay at the Black Dragon Pavilion.

He would boil a pot of water, brew a cup of tea, pick up a book, and listen to the sound of raindrops falling on leaves, vegetation, and flowers.

When tired of reading, he would take a nap in the Black Dragon Pavilion, listening to the sound of the rain.

He had intended for the dragon whelp to experience the comfort of a rainy day, but hadn't expected the little one to be unable to withstand even a single strike of the Power of Thunder, getting knocked out as a result.

After placing the unconscious young dragon in a good spot, Lance took out a large towel from the Vajra Ring and dried the water droplets on the young dragon's head and back, then lit the stove and boiled a pot of water.

Waiting quietly for the young dragon to wake up naturally, after drinking medicinal liquids for nearly a month and bumping into Turtle for almost a month, the young dragon's physique had strengthened a lot.

One or two strikes of the Power of Thunder wouldn't cause any fatal damage to her.

After a period of deep sleep, she would naturally wake up when the time came.

The water in the kettle boiled, and Lance placed some black tea in the teacup.

During the continuous rainy weather, it was good to drink a cup of black tea to warm the stomach.

Lance picked up the teacup and saw that the dragon whelp's body twitched, indicating she was about to wake up.

No sooner had the thought occurred than the young dragon opened her eyes, "I... I... I'm still alive... wuwuwu... I'm still alive, I wasn't killed by the lightning... Evil Dragon, you're so big... you could miss... wuwuwu..."

Before being knocked out by the lightning, the young dragon clearly saw the thunderbolt heading towards Evil Dragon Lance's head. She even yelled for Evil Dragon Lance to evade, but as the thunderbolt almost hit, Evil Dragon Lance's head twisted... and the dreadful thunderbolt struck her instead...

You're such a big Evil Dragon and you can't get hit... I'm just a small young dragon... and every strike hits me...

Could it be that thunderbolts also bully the weak and fear the strong?!!

"Awake? Have some black tea to warm your stomach."

Lance poured a cup of black tea for the young dragon, thinking how silly she was.

He wouldn't be struck by lightning if he didn't seek it himself.

The thunderbolt was drawn down by him... with the intention of letting the dragon whelp experience the benefits of Thunder Tempering ahead of time.

As for being struck by lightning... he had gotten used to it a long time ago.

To refine his dragon body, he had even specifically sought out the stormiest areas with the most ferocious Power of Thunder...

Perhaps his actions had angered the thunderbolts because afterwards, when he sought them out for refining his dragon body, the thunderbolts became much more violent and fierce...

Several times, they almost killed him...

"You weren't hit by the lightning?"

"Often struck by lightning, I'm used to it."

"Wuwuwu... It's my first time being struck by lightning... I haven't done anything wrong... why was I struck by lightning..."

"Probably because the Thunder God likes you... wanted to touch your bald head, but didn't grasp the strength well... and knocked you out... Don't be scared... The Thunder God means no harm to you..."

Lance passed the brewed black tea to the young dragon and stroked the dragon whelp's head with his dragon claw. The little one spoke with an adorable lilt.

"I didn't do anything bad... why did the thunder strike me..."

Black Dragon Dad could hardly tell her that he wanted her to become stronger, so he had secretly summoned a bolt of lightning to strike her...

He'd better not say that. Afterward, the little one might sleep with one eye open, forever wary of him striking her with lightning...

"On rainy days... it's best not to fly on a whim..."

The young dragon was scared and decided she would never take flight on a whim during rainy days again.

She did not want to experience being struck by lightning a second time.

A sip of black tea to calm the nerves.

She finished off the cup of black tea in gulp after gulp.

The Evil Dragon was reading a book, occasionally taking a sip of black tea as he turned the pages.

Even on a rainy day... did the Evil Dragon find such pleasure?

The young dragon shifted her gaze back inside the pavilion as the drizzle outside turned into a light rain.

She was somewhat surprised that on such a gloomy, rainy day... she didn't feel bored or irritable.

Back in the capital, on rainy days, she would occasionally feel gloomy, her mood inexplicably downcast, accompanied by a sense of listlessness...

Why was she not experiencing those emotions today?

Was it because she had been struck by lightning?

No, that's not it...

It must be because of the Evil Dragon...

The atmosphere the Evil Dragon created made her feel safe and comfortable...

It turns out that rainy days can indeed become very atmospheric.

The young dragon stood up and squatted next to the stove, adding firewood to the fire.

While the Evil Dragon read his book, she tended to the fire.

This scene... was very much like the times in the capital... when she would read... and Eva would brew tea for her and prepare desserts.

"On rainy days... apart from reading and drinking tea... what else is suitable to do?"

"Fishing, drawing, sleeping."

Drawing?

It seemed like a good idea to prepare another inheritance for the dragon whelp.

Aside from being an inheritance, the drawing for the dragon whelp could also become a memory for her in the future.

"You're going to draw."

"Yeah, I'll make a painting as a gift for the future dragon whelp."

"I also have a gift for you."

"You have prepared a gift for me, too?"

Lance was somewhat delighted. The dragon whelp even knew to prepare a gift for him, and he experienced the joy of raising a child once more.

"No, no, no... not Gold Coins, but a drawing... a painting that I made. It has you, the squid mom, Joanna, and me in it."

"Come on, bring it out and let me have a look."

"Wait until your painting is finished... then we'll exchange."

"Alright, we'll see whose painting looks better when the time comes."

"......."

The young dragon squatted next to the Evil Dragon, watching him draw.

In the misty rain, a young dragon squatted beside a black dragon, listening to the sound of the rain and the crackling of burning wood, and before she knew it... it was as if she had blended into the world underneath this rain-drenched sky...

The young dragon noticed that the painting the Evil Dragon was working on this time... was in another style...

It wasn't an oil painting... but it was a style she didn't know...

The painting depicted a large and a small Giant Dragon; the smaller one watched the larger one painting, as the larger one held a paintbrush, his gaze penetrating the curtain of rain toward the foggy sea beyond.

The larger Giant Dragon was the Evil Dragon.

Was the smaller Giant Dragon the fake young dragon that she was?

The Evil Dragon had included himself in the painting...