All I can say is...

When Ying Ziye saw this scene, he felt that his father's painting style had collapsed.

The promised emperor will be cold and majestic throughout the ages?

how……

Forget it, I won’t complain anymore.

"Meet my father!"

Ying Ziye bowed.

"His Majesty!"

Donghuang Taiyi also bowed his hands and bowed.

"Ahem!"

When the first emperor Ying Zheng saw the two coming, he felt that the painting style of himself riding on the rolling gun was a bit strange.

After he coughed twice, he got off Gungun's back.

"Father!"

Ying Yichen waved his little hands, rolling from his crotch to his back.

"Chen'er is very happy!"

Ying Ziye pinched the little guy's face and asked, "You had a lot of fun, do you want to ride it for a while?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the prisoner cow who had been lying on his shoulders, sleeping with his arms wrapped around him, refining the flesh and blood in his belly.

"ah!"

Although Prisoner Niu is asleep, he has a high level of cultivation, is a dragon, and has a talent for music.

Even so, you can still hear it being talked about.

"Okay, okay!"

Ying Yichen's eyes shone, and he clapped his little hands excitedly, showing great interest in the prison cow.

He has ridden and played with poisonous insects and fierce beasts.

But I have never ridden a dragon!

"Thanks a lot!"

Ying Ziye ripped the prison cow off his body.

"ah?"

Prisoner Niu was startled and said quickly: "No, Master!"

As a dragon in myths and legends, it has dignity after all!

but.

In the end, Prisoner Niu obeyed.

Carrying Ying Zi to the sky at night, shuttled through Shanglin Garden.

"Father!"
Chapter completed!