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

Chapter 373 -237: Ghostly Patrol, Golden Great Stick Suppresses the Shadow Demon

I remembered, that neighbor who’s a protective brother maniac, anyone who got close to his sister would get in trouble with him because, in his eyes, all the demons, Blood Clan members, or other members of the Demon Race who got close to his sister had ulterior motives.

During the time I was studying in The Abyss, the sister of that demon visited me a few times, and then one day, that little demon and a few companions blocked my way on the road.

And then… I beat him up along with those companions.

In the days that followed, I beat that demon up every now and then, not that I enjoyed beating him, but the demon just didn’t learn, blocking my way from time to time.

I got so tired of beating him that, to avoid this guy from blocking me again, I said I had no interest in his sister.

As a result, the fellow got mad from embarrassment, roaring out, “My sister is so pretty and so gentle, and you, you damn thing, dare to have no thoughts about my sister?”

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Brainless protective brother maniac.

Liking his sister won’t do.

Not liking his sister won’t do either.

He’s a troublesome demon, if you meet him, no words are needed, just knock him out directly, it saves both trouble and effort.

He is now a Hell Grim Reaper from the netherworld, looking at his state… he must have become the netherworld’s Hell Grim Reaper after his death.

I don’t know if this protective brother maniac died a natural death or was killed by some powerful demon.

“Demon,” Lance said, sipping red tea and putting down the cup, waving at the demon trying to kidnap the dragon whelp, “Go on, you should be grateful that the Dragon God Temple has no divine officials for the time being. If there were any divine officials in the Dragon God Temple now, you, as a netherworld Hell Grim Reaper, might have already been imprisoned.”

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“Mighty man, your dragon whelp and my netherworld are fated, can I sign a Soul Reaper contract with her?”

“No.”

“Mighty man, let me tell you about our netherworld, which is also known as the Underworld, similar to Hell, in charge of the cycle of life and death. If the little dragon becomes a Soul Reaper, even angels will have to give her respect.

Moreover, our netherworld has the strength to stand toe to toe with Hell. Not only that, but our netherworld also has ten kings of hell, each of whom possesses the strength of a Demon God.”

Underworld…

Ten kings of hell…

Which genius devil from The Abyss manifested the story he told back then?

And even thinking of standing off against Hell…

Hell is really being underestimated.

Not to mention standing off against Hell, he might even have the dragon whelp sign a Soul Reaper contract for fun.

If they’re thinking of standing off against Hell, then forget it. How could a netherworld that’s only been born a few thousand years compete with Hell, which has existed for who knows how many tens of thousands of years?

If the dragon whelp really becomes a Soul Reaper of the netherworld, sooner or later she will end up on Hell’s most-wanted list.

“Not interested, off you go. Don’t bother my dragon whelp again, or… I won’t mind turning into a protective whelp maniac and beat you up, or hand you over to the temple’s divine officials.”

Protective whelp maniac…

The Demon Reaper hid his true face again under his wide hat, his gaze briefly becoming distant. Those four words reminded him of a brooding, fierce Dark Magic Dragonkin neighbor.

That damned guy would beat him up on sight, and every time before knocking him out, he’d disdainfully call him a protective brother maniac.

Such a guy later managed to brute-force his way from being a low-rank demon to the middle-rank demon circle, and then even stepped into the high-rank demon circle, and after that… there was no news of him…

A long, long time later, he heard that the Abyssal High Academy had made an exceptional admission of a Dark Magic Dragonkin whose academic performance was very good and made friends with several members of the Royal Family.

After that, there was no more news of him until they heard about the Dark Magic Dragonkin stealing and learning the Forbidden Curses owned by the major Royal Families…

Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance!

A very ancient name.

I heard that many kings of the Abyssal Demon Race have put out bounties for this Dark Magic Dragonkin. During the time I was on my mission in the Human World, I also encountered quite a few demons.

“Excuse me, I won’t appear in front of you or the little dragon again in the future.”

The Demon Reaper bowed slightly to Lance, then his figure merged into the Void and disappeared.

Once a protective brother maniac, he could understand the emotion of wanting to protect one’s family.

He was not the same fierce, brooding Dark Magic Dragonkin from those days and couldn’t beat this protective whelp mighty man.

The Dark Magic Dragonkin from those days probably couldn’t beat this mighty man either…

No, that’s not right, if the Dark Magic Dragonkin who stole the Forbidden Curses from the major Royal Families was that fierce, brooding Dark Magic Dragonkin…

Then maybe he could beat this mighty man.

The Royalty’s Forbidden Curses… could easily slay dragons.

The young dragon sat down next to Lance, finally that Hell Grim Reaper had left, no… it was the Demon Reaper, he had a pair of Demon Horns on his head.

Netherworld.

Seems like there is a netherworld within the area overseen by Death God Solomon.

Should I ask the Evil Dragon about it?

Forget it, no need to ask.

It’s not like I’ll be seeing that netherworld’s Demon Reaper all the time.

“Lance, what are we eating tonight?”

“What do you want to eat?”

“Grilled meat.”

“Then we’ll have grilled meat tonight.”

“I want to have grilled meat too.”

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The Red Dragon, who had been working the whole afternoon, heard the conversation between the young dragon and Lance, threw aside the shovel in his hand, and quickly chimed in.

He made the big hole in the lawn, alright, but it was Saint Blue’s Duke Lance who threw him from the sky to the ground.

Logically, Lance should have been working like him, but in fact, he had been supervising the work in the small courtyard the whole afternoon.

Shameful!

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