Chapter : 90

"Why aren't you talking?" Divik leaned in closer, his brownish-red eyes narrowing slightly.

Yan Yunqing's peripheral vision noticed that his pupils had become slits, a sign that dragons exhibit when they are anxious and alert.

Yan Yunqing cursed under his breath. He, the one being pressed against the wall, wasn't even anxious yet. What are you getting anxious about?

"Hmm?"

Yan Yunqing could clearly feel the chest pressed against his back vibrate slightly with this sound.

He didn't know if it was his imagination, but Divik's breathing also seemed to be gradually quickening.

This guy...

Yan Yunqing frowned. In the end, he couldn't hold back and activated [Unyielding Will].

Instantly, a one hundred and twenty-second invincibility buff that ignored all attack methods was activated.

The action of being grabbed by the neck by Divik and pressed against the wall was automatically judged as an attack.

His figure became ethereal in the next second. Divik's hand was empty, and his whole body tilted forward.

Yan Yunqing also took this opportunity to squat down and step to the side. Before Divik could react, he slammed his fist hard into that handsome face that would make anyone's heart flutter for a few seconds.

With a muffled sound, Divik's face was sent flying to the side by the punch.

This couldn't cause him much damage. All dragons were physical monsters, born warriors from the moment they hatched.

In addition, with the current level difference between Yan Yunqing and Divik, this punch was basically the same as scratching an itch.

Divik touched his cheek. Not even a red mark was left. He looked at his own palm again, surprised at how this ant-like human had escaped his grasp.

"You—"

Before Divik could finish his sentence, Yan Yunqing's next punch was aimed at his eye socket. Since the skill had been activated, if he didn't throw a few more punches, the anger in Yan Yunqing's heart really wouldn't dissipate.

What the hell was this? He was just normally smuggling himself back to his room, and was held down and interrogated by this damned little dragon cub.

The words were all full of suspicion that he had ill intentions.

Damn it, can a level forty-something like me even lay a hand on a level one hundred and fifty-something dragon like you?

There's still a level gap of over a hundred between us, okay!

Yan Yunqing gave Divik's face a good beating. He didn't care if it was just scratching an itch, he would vent his anger first!

After his initial shock, Divik quickly reacted and reached out to counter the other party, but when he touched the other party's body, he once again missed.

Divik: ?!

What's going on? He can't touch the other party, but the other party can punch him?

Divik, who had been acting like a tyrant just now, was a little dumbfounded. He could only defend passively, but he couldn't stop Yan Yunqing's fists from repeatedly hitting his face and head.

The damage was not high, but the humiliation was extremely strong.

Divik was completely stunned by the beating.

Yan Yunqing punched for nearly a minute, and with the last blow, he slammed Divik into the sofa.

The posture was similar to how Divik had pressed him against the wall at the beginning.

In order to suppress the other party, Yan Yunqing used all the techniques he had learned to apprehend criminals, and also put his entire body weight on top.

The next second, he began to cast teleport, and at the same time, activated the [Advent of the Demon King] talent skill.

"Divik!"

With this sound, Divik's whole body trembled. The pupils that had already become slits became even narrower.

His struggling movements stopped abruptly, and he was obediently pressed onto the sofa by Yan Yunqing.

Yan Yunqing's talent skill was activated, and the unique pressure of the Demon King descended, making it difficult to breathe.

And Divik, who was directly facing this powerful pressure, trembled all over.

Yan Yunqing could feel the muscles of the person he was pressing down on tighten, as if they would erupt and attack him at any moment.

But they didn't. Divik remained in a restrained posture, without any unusual movements.

This familiar feeling, this mark that seemed to be imprinted on his soul, was awakened.

Divik opened his mouth, like a newly hatched dragon cub, unable to speak coherently, stuttering and unable to form a complete sentence.

"You... Your Majesty..."

Seeing that he had no intention of struggling, Yan Yunqing vengefully reached out and squeezed the back of Divik's neck, just like how the other had just grabbed him, and pressed the back of his neck onto the sofa.

"Divik, who gave you the guts to defy my orders?"

"I, no, I'm... I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Hearing this long-lost tone, Divik subconsciously admitted his mistake, "It's me, it's me who didn't recognize you. Please punish me."

Yan Yunqing: ?

Wait, you're this obedient?

Huh, why does he remember the previous Divik being very wild and unrestrained?

Yan Yunqing was stunned for a moment. In the few seconds that he paused, Divik did not get the expected answer and pulled himself out of his trance.

He moved his body that was pressed onto the sofa, eager to look at the one who made his soul tremble—the supreme Eternal Lord.

Divik could no longer remember when was the last time he received his master's pitying gaze.

He was like a leashed vicious dog, clearly used to the feeling of being held by the throat, but suddenly lost the master he had submitted to.

After more than a thousand years of searching and waiting, his soul, his entire body's blood, was screaming with the fear and unease of being abandoned.

He had had enough of the endless silence. He could not tolerate this long-overdue reunion of over a thousand years still being silent and quiet.

He desperately needed some sound, some proof that he could feel his master's existence.

Yan Yunqing felt the person he was holding down move, and immediately came back to his senses and suppressed the other party again, reprimanding in a low voice: "Did I tell you to move?"

Divik immediately became quiet and obediently let Yan Yunqing hold him down. Because of this movement, his entire face was buried in the sofa, and his voice was a little muffled and unclear.

"I... I want to see you," Divik said honestly. "I haven't seen your face for over a thousand years. Please allow my rudeness."

What a strange idea.

Yan Yunqing glanced at the teleportation skill that was about to finish casting, then at Divik who was still being held down by him.

The crisis seemed to have been temporarily resolved? This Divik didn't look like the retainer who wanted to kill the king.

After teleporting out this time, it would take another half an hour to come back. Yan Yunqing was worried that something would be discovered on Mandiper's side.

What's more, he had just put the bracelet back on. Under [Unyielding Will], he could not use any of his own skills, so he could not activate his roleplay.

If he couldn't take off the bracelet, it would instantly move with him to the outside of Free City.

Once he left like this, it would be impossible for Yan Yunqing to come back. This bracelet had a positioning function.

The people in Mandiper were not fools and would know that he was definitely involved in the previous trouble, as there weren't many people who could teleport instantly.

Then his mission could be said to be a complete failure. Yan Yunqing did not want to give up these missions for the time being, mainly because he had not completed the entrance examination yet!

Yan Yunqing gritted his teeth and canceled the teleportation. The Divik in front of him did not seem to want to continue attacking him.

If worse came to worst, he still had a life-locking cheat. It seemed that it would not be a problem to hold out until the next [Unyielding Will] cooldown.

If he tried harder, he might be able to drag out another teleportation cooldown?

As his thoughts flowed, Yan Yunqing's hand that was pressing down on Divik unconsciously tightened. He only heard a muffled groan from the person buried deep in the sofa.

Yan Yunqing: ...No way? Could it be that he used too much force? Could this little bit of force injure a level one hundred and something dragon?

Or is a level one hundred and something dragon's neck a vital point like an ordinary person's, and he couldn't use too much force?

Just as Yan Yunqing was about to loosen his grip a little, he heard Divik's muffled voice: "...Please use a little more force."

Yan Yunqing: ...

Yan Yunqing: ???

Oh my god, another pervert?!

He was so scared that he directly let go of the hand that was holding Divik's neck and couldn't help but take a step back.

Divik felt the strength on his body disappear. His already uneasy heart tightened again. The feeling of almost losing again enveloped his body, and unease tore at his soul.

His already vertical pupils became even more terrifying, and the area around his eye sockets began to turn red.

No...

He would never allow himself to be abandoned again.

The dragon clan's powerful physique allowed him to feel no discomfort even after being held down on the sofa with his hands twisted for a long time.

Instead, he quickly jumped up, turned his head sharply, and saw that the figure had not disappeared again.

The screaming fear in his heart subsided a little, but the heart that was hanging in the air still had not landed.

Divik's eyes were tightly locked on Yan Yunqing's direction, not blinking as if with just one blink, his master would disappear forever in front of him, just like before.

He approached step by step. Yes, it was this feeling. Even if his face had changed, he would never mistake this trembling from his soul, which made him involuntarily submit. His master, the supreme Eternal Lord.

Divik greedily stared at his master, as if he wanted to deeply imprint the person in front of him into his soul.

Yan Yunqing had the illusion of being targeted by a wild beast. Goosebumps appeared all over his body. That pair of golden vertical pupils were simply too inhuman. Being stared at like this made his scalp tingle.

Yan Yunqing resisted the urge to move. He had watched Animal World before and knew that prey targeted by a wild beast could not run away.

Once it ran, it would instead arouse the wild beast's hunting desire.

Damn it, is a large lizard considered a wild beast as mentioned in Animal World? The teacher never taught how to deal with a dragon's stalking!

Tsk, he let go too early. He should have continued to press down on Divik, the longer the better!

The cooldown for [Unyielding Will] had long passed. His red and blue bars were rapidly being burned.

On the surface, it seemed like nothing was wrong, but in reality, he was now a glass doll that was under [Healing Forbidden] and would shatter with a single touch.

Yan Yunqing felt sorry for himself for a moment. Fortunately, he still had a life-locking cheat that could slightly calm his heart, so that he wouldn't start to panic.

Divik finally approached his king. His gaze swept over every inch of Yan Yunqing's face.

The unease and fear of more than a thousand years made him want to tear apart and devour the person in front of him. Perhaps only in this way could he be with his king forever.

No longer having to endure the pain of separation.

It's the king...

It's the king, it's really the king, the king...

The king, the king, master... the Eternal Lord, the king...

I want... the king...

I don't want to be abandoned... my king... please don't abandon me...

The king...

It's his king.

Countless noises screamed in his mind. Under Yan Yunqing's gaze, Divik stopped a step away from him, slowly knelt down on one knee, lowered his head, and pressed it against the back of Yan Yunqing's hand.

Offering the loyalty of the dragon clan.