Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

Logically speaking, these are quite correct.

However, with Long Aotian around, everything is subject to change.

A major variable.

"Fellow Daoist Song, why do you still look so troubled? Is something on your mind?"

Yuwen Wuji was naturally good at reading people's expressions.

"Long Aotian!"

Song Qingyou looked at him and said the name in a low voice.

"Long Aotian must be a powerful figure, otherwise he wouldn't have been accepted as a disciple by Ancestor Tianyang."

Yuwen Wuji couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Song Qingyou remained silent, not even mentioning that she wanted to repeat this plot for the original owner, ensuring that Long Aotian would suffer eternal damnation.

Even with all those lives lost in the Princess's mansion, she won't let Long Aotian have a good ending.

However, the disparity between us and the enemy is quite significant, so I still need to cultivate diligently.

"The academy's grand competition is in a few days, so you absolutely must not go up against Long Aotian."

Song Qingyou's advice was quite sincere.

"it is good!"

Yuwen Wuji also sensed the difference in Long Aotian, and now that Song Qingyou said this, he became even more cautious.

The Yuwen family's influence is enough to change the order of some matches.

"I'll leave Long Aotian to you in the end."

Song Qingyou's gaze narrowed slightly.

Outside, it's all about endless cycles of revenge; let's not bring things up in this interface before moving on to the next one.

Then, on the competition field, she'll teach Long Aotian a lesson!

In short, fists and feet have no eyes.

However, the most urgent task is to cultivate diligently.

Song Qingyou stood up. "I need to go back to my secluded cultivation. I'll leave the competition matters to you."

"Fellow Daoist Song, rest assured!"

Yuwen Wuji stood up and bowed to Song Qingyou.

Song Qingyou left and went straight back to her residence. She used an array plate before flashing into the space.

Once inside the space, the black dragon also detached from her wrist and stuck to the wall, like a painting on the wall.

"Black Dragon, we are now one. Could you tell me about your relationship with the golden dragon in Long Aotian's hands?"

Song Qingyou looked up at it, her clear eyes devoid of any impurities.

“We are dragons, and brothers. As the elder brother, he naturally holds the fate of the entire clan in his hands. However, he was born without the secret techniques of the dragon clan, while I am! Later, not wanting his position to be hindered, he trapped me in this small space. I need a powerful person. The more powerful that person is, the more powerful I will become... Only in this way can I return to the dragon clan.”

As Heilong spoke, his eyes seemed to be burning with a raging fire.

"According to you, your brother should still be in the Dragon Clan, so how come he's on Long Aotian's sword?"

Song Qingyou was very puzzled.

"Perhaps doing too many bad things has led to consequences like mine, even worse than mine, forcing them to live in the sword as sword spirits."

Black Dragon burst into laughter.

Seeing that it was not doing well, it felt relieved.

"..."

Looking at Heilong's expression, Song Qingyou was speechless.

"How can you return to the dragon race?"

Song Qingyou asked again.

"We're currently in the True Spirit Realm. Once you reach the Nascent Soul stage, we can go to the next realm, the Primordial Spirit Realm... That's a realm with multiple races, including dragons, elves, and crow-people..."

As Heilong recalled the events, his eyes were filled with longing.