Fast Travel: After turning into an animal, the villain asked me to be his wife

The magic dragon's crystal core fell into his palm, emitting a faint red glow.

It was like the evil eye of hell, but Cecil didn't hesitate at all and just opened his mouth and swallowed it.

The crystal core turned into liquid as soon as it entered the mouth, and then a burning sensation broke out, going all the way down from the throat, the hot feeling fell straight into the stomach, and then spread to every part of the body in an instant.

The pain was like exploding magma, burning all his senses. Cecil cried out in pain almost instantly, and fell to the ground, curled up into a ball.

His long golden hair spread all over the ground, and he looked like a butterfly wrapped in golden silk.

Long looked at him quietly.

The price of gaining power is painful and life-threatening. If you want to survive in this dangerous world without strength, you will be like a lamb to be slaughtered.

"In the original book, the black dragon played tricks on Cecil, treating him like an ant, giving him hope and making him despair."

"Later, the black dragon told Cecil the truth about the royal contract. Cecil, who wanted to die and felt that he was not worthy of living, felt that his existence was a joke."

"In despair, he finally bowed his head and was willing to sell his soul to the devil."

"He gained power from then on, killed the dragon, and attacked the royal city, slaughtering almost all of the royal family. Even the elderly pope died at his hands."

"He became the emperor of darkness, but lost his eternal soul. However, the hero of this book, Asmon, the son of the Church of Light, escaped. After a series of adventures, he led the dragon to kill Cecil in the palace of the royal city."

"After killing Cecil, Asmon was blessed by the God of Light and became a new god."

The system told Long the fate of Cecil, and Long felt annoyed. His eyes fell on Cecil, whose whole body was burning, and he felt a little worried.

In the original book, he made a deal with the devil out of hatred and gained powerful strength, but now, he has to eat a whole dragon's crystal core to make himself stronger.

This must be painful, Yu Zhen had guessed it long ago.

Humans...especially weak humans like Cecil, may not be able to withstand the power of the magic dragon crystal core.

"Well……"

"It hurts..."

His clothes were all wet and stuck tightly to his body, and Cecil's face was full of pain.

Under the dragon's gaze, Cecil's pale skin slowly cracked because it could not withstand the power of the crystal core. The web-like wounds glowed with a strange red light, and blood flowed freely. In a short while, the fragile human was turned into a bloody man.

Cecil felt his body and even his soul begin to collapse.

That kind of pain is a million times more painful than the whipping from the church.

He clenched his teeth tightly. He had never shed tears because of pain before, as if that was proof of his cowardice. But at this moment, even if he didn't want to cry, physiological tears gradually stained his eyes.

In the dim light, he looked at the giant dragon as tall as a mountain.

"……grown ups."

There was something in the broken human voice that was hard for Yu Zhen to judge.

She could keenly feel that the vitality was gradually draining away from Cecil's body. His pair of strange-colored eyes, reflected in the water's light, did not appear evil, but rather revealed a bit of yearning.

He is going to die.

Long knew this very clearly.

"Slave, is this your loyalty?"

When the black vortex was pulling him into the endless abyss, Cecil heard the voice of the dragon.

The scattered consciousness gathered for a moment...

No, it is not.

not like this.

He wants to live.

Lord Demon Dragon trusts him so much, he cannot let it down.

No one has ever had any expectations or affirmation for him.

There was a determined light in Cecil's eyes. In the moment of despair, Long's words were like a beacon in the darkness.

That power made him use up all his strength, and he began to gather the destructive magic power that roamed freely in his body without any instruction.

Gradually, the pain became much less severe.

A strand of the huge, ocean-like magical power was drawn out and gradually entangled in his blood.

"Not bad, but the dragon's crystal core is still too rich for you."

The Silver Dragon's voice sounded again.

"Well, I don't want to do a losing business."

"Slave, look up to me. This is the blessing I give you."

Although the pain was still raging in his body, Cecil focused all his attention on the dragon in front of him.

He saw the dragon stretch out its claws, flicking its silver tail and holding it in its arms.

It looked at it carefully again and again, then stretched out a sharp claw and pulled out a silver star.

Cecil's eyes widened.

The silver light was like a ray of sunlight, falling into the collar of his clothes which he had torn open due to pain.

My chest felt cold, and the pain all over my body seemed to be blown away by a cool breeze, and the strength automatically gathered in my heart.

His whole body relaxed, and the fatigue that had been forcibly suppressed came over him like an overwhelming force.

Then his head tilted and he fainted.

The dragon stretched out a claw and carefully placed it on his chest. He felt the strong beating of his heart and breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're so nice to him," the system said sourly.

As a system, it knows better than anyone how much the host now treasures her scales.

"My people cannot be bullied by others," Long's voice was still lazy, but when his eyes fell on his tail that was missing a piece of scale, he was still a little annoyed, "But... if the slave doesn't work hard, he will be in trouble!"

It's getting dark.

Long glanced at Cecil, who was lying unconscious on the ground and sleeping.

He seemed to feel a little cold and was curled up unconsciously.

Compared to the dragon, he was too small, which made the dragon always feel pity for him.

It's so pitiful. If it really meets that black dragon, it will probably be bullied to tears, right?

The dragon sighed in embarrassment, flicked its tail slightly, and Cecil disappeared from sight.

Day two.

Cecil was awakened by the sound of birds singing.

He rubbed his head, and when he opened his eyes he looked around in surprise.

In the clean and luxurious bedroom, bright sunshine is shining through the window.

The bed beneath him was incredibly soft, a far cry from the wooden bed high up in the tower.

He sat up in a daze, his toes touching the ground.

There was a thick blanket on the floor. It was so fluffy and comfortable that he felt a little overwhelmed.

He seemed to suddenly remember something and reached out to frantically open his collar.

He looked towards his chest.

Just a glance, but his eyes widened slightly.

****

The originally pale chest, under the influence of the magic dragon crystal core, had clear muscle lines.

He saw a silver-white scale mark on his chest, emitting a faint silver light, like a broken moon.

So...what he saw before he fainted...wasn't an illusion.

Lord Demon Dragon gave him a dragon scale.

The trembling fingers fell on the scale that looked like a mark, and Cecil's mouth curled up unconsciously.

A hint of madness suddenly rose in those heterochromatic eyes.

He will follow his King.

"Cecil, you're done. You've been marked by this dragon!"

The annoying voice sounded, causing Cecil to narrow his eyes dangerously.

He sneered.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. When Lord Demon Dragon gave me the crystal core yesterday, weren't you hoping that I would refuse it?"

"When I am in unbearable pain, curse me to death and let me choose between death and surrendering to you."

"Now, you are trying to sow discord between me and Lord Dragon, devil, do you really think I am an idiot who can't think?"

Contrary to his usual behavior, the voice that came from the bottom of Cecil's heart was thick and dark, as if it was soaked in all evil thoughts.

The devil chose Cecil simply because he saw the darkness in his soul.

Just as it was about to continue quibbling, it felt a force gradually binding its consciousness hidden in Cecil's soul.

"Cecil! What do you want to do?!"

Cecil manipulated unfamiliar forces to trap the devil in a corner of his consciousness.

"I can't kill you yet, but you can't kill me either."

"So... before I kill you, enjoy this little bit of freedom you have left."

The devil felt imprisoned.

It collapsed and shouted at Cecil's black soul: "You will ask me for help one day! That dragon has bad intentions! Do you think it is so kind?"

"You're marked by it! Do you know what that means?!"

"You are not only its slave in this life, but also its bride!"

"Hahahahahaha! A prince becomes the bride of a dragon!"

"Cecil, you are so pathetic!"

"I'm waiting for the day when you beg me!!!"

Cecil's eyes flashed.

bride……

He pursed his lips and used his unskilled strength to seal all the voices of the devil.

But the devil's repeated calls of "bride" and "mark" made him feel uneasy.

Cecil walked to the window and looked out.

The silver dragon shone more and more brilliantly under the sun. It slept lazily in the huge garden, and unknown golden butterflies fluttered their wings and flew around it.

bride……

There was a strange throbbing in my chest.

His cheeks were slightly pink.

He worshipped the dragon, regardless of gender, and he knew that the dragon marked him purely to stabilize his soul and body so that they would not be shattered by the impact of the magic power.

The devil's words are always difficult to distinguish between true and false, and he will not believe them.

only……

He really did overestimate his own capabilities and aspired to become the most indispensable existence to the Silver Dragon.

Even if he is just a tool, he wants to be the most handy one.

Even the servants had no complaints.

Cecil took a deep breath and buried the inexplicable throbbing in his heart.

He walked to the dressing table, hesitated for a moment, and then picked up the comb inlaid with gold and gems with a little hesitation and combed his hair carefully.

I don’t know if it’s the influence of the magic dragon crystal core, but his hair is getting brighter.

Dragons would probably like it even more.

Cecil combed his hair for half an hour until his golden hair was smooth enough to be used as a slide. Then he took a deep breath and walked towards the silver dragon.

Just as he was about to walk out of the room, he saw his entire appearance reflected in the person-high crystal mirror in the room.

He seems to have grown a little taller?

Cecil blinked, somewhat pleased.

Even the pair of eyes that he disliked seemed to become more beautiful.

Yu Zhen was sleeping soundly, but in the blink of an eye, he heard a system message in his mind indicating that his love value had increased.

She closed her eyes and yawned.

It seems that Cecil is awake?

Long thought lazily that since he was awake, his body must be almost recovered. After being transformed by the magic dragon crystal core, his body should have become much stronger.

She no longer had to worry about the little slave scratching her palm when washing his tail.

She'll ask him to brush his scales carefully later, otherwise she'll be in big trouble.

I waited for a long time but Cecil didn't come down.

"Hasn't he woken up? Did he regret being my slave after gaining power?"

System: "The love value increases so quickly. I see he is very happy. How could he regret it?"

Do you regret not meeting the host earlier?

"Then what is he doing? I just doted on him too much! That's why he forgot his responsibilities!"

System: "You also know that you are a little soft-hearted towards him? Is this what... the crying child gets candy!"

"Tsk, I'm angry. If he doesn't come down, I'm going to teach him a lesson!"

The system really wanted to see how the host would teach Cecil a lesson, but unfortunately, just as the host had this thought, the villain named Cecil came out carrying a wooden barrel.

He seems to have changed a little.

His body seemed to be taller, and even his back was very straight and sharp as a knife.

His cheeks had gained some flesh, and his heterochromatic eyes had become deeper.

But when he walked from the shadows into the sunlight, what attracted people the most was not his different-colored eyes or his increasingly handsome face, but his golden hair that was brighter than the sunlight.

It must have been well taken care of by its owner, because Cecil's clothes were a little tight, but his golden hair looked like it was made of Rejoice, swaying gently behind him as he walked.

The silver dragon looked over quickly.

She was too easily attracted by the glitter.

Cecil's attention was all on the dragon. He walked in front of the dragon, raised his head, and deliberately ruffled his hair. Then he said, "Thank you for the crystal core you gave me yesterday. I will take good care of your beautiful scales today."

The dragon's eyes were still on his hair.

After hearing what he said, I was a little pleased by his self-awareness.

She was a little happy, and after shaking her tail, she dropped it in front of him with a "bang".

"Oh, my scales are so beautiful, it is an honor for you to take care of them."

Cecil curled his lips: "Yes, this is indeed my honor."

After saying that, his eyes slowly moved over the huge tail, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw the tip of the tail that was obviously missing a scale.

He stretched out his hand and slowly pressed his chest.

There, there was a miniature scale mark that was slightly hot.

Cecil scrubbed the silver dragon's tail carefully with a pious heart.

He was too serious, as if the work at hand was more important than anything else.

Long enjoyed the prince's personal service as it should be, and because it was so comfortable, she closed her eyes lazily.

When Kaido dragged his sick body and pale face into the castle, resigned to his fate and prepared to teach the heretic a lesson, what he saw was such a bizarre scene.

The huge silver dragon was lying on the ground, and the blond prince was carefully grooming its tail.

The man and the dragon get along harmoniously, as if they were meant to be together.

He keenly felt that... this damn heretic had inexplicably won the favor of the dragon.

Kaido's hateful gaze fell on the dragon.

If it weren't for this dragon... this heretic would have been killed by the black dragon long ago.

Is it really impossible to avoid that prophecy?

The way he looked at the dragon was too obvious, and he did not slow down his pace when he came over. Cecil, who had been transformed by dragon crystal, instantly sensed Kaido's hostility towards the dragon.

His hands moved slowly, but his eyes became darker as he looked at Kaido.

He couldn't tolerate anyone destroying his current life.

He also cannot tolerate Kaido's disrespect for dragons.

But the adults are right, sometimes death is also a gift.

If Kaido is not tactful... he should be able to fight him now?

If I kill him, will Long look at me differently?

Whenever he thought of this, he became so excited that his breathing became heavier.

The secret desire clamored in my heart, and the paranoid devil showed a small dark corner.