Primordial: The unfilial son of the dragon race, imprisoning the Ancestral Dragon at the beginning of the game!
21 The dragon race was rolling up!

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East Sea, Ancestral Dragon Palace.

Ao Qin had finally completed ten arenas.

With an excited smile on his face, he came to the Ancestral Dragon Palace and let the Dragon Guards verify it.

After the verification, he would be able to obtain a Connate Numinous treasure.

He had already set his eyes on one of the Meteor Awl!

Although it was a low-grade Connate Numinous treasure, it was still a rare treasure in this era.

With an additional inferior-grade Connate Numinous treasure, his strength would increase by 30%.

Very soon, the Dragon Guards completed the verification.

"Lord Ao Qin, you can go inside and choose a Protocosmic spirit-treasure!”

the Dragon Guard said.

"Good!"

Ao Qin had a smile on his face as he quickly rushed inside.

He bumped into someone.

It was none other than Ao Zhan.

Ao Zhan was the first to come to get the materials to start building the arena, so he was also the fastest to finish.

"Ao Zhan actually came first. Don't snatch the Meteor Awl that I've taken a fancy to!”

Ao Qin let out a thump.

He glanced at the thing in Ao Zhan's hand and was stunned.

What Ao Zhan was holding in his hand was not a Connate Numinous treasure, but some materials for building array formations.

"What's going on?"

"Didn't he already complete ten arenas?”

"Why are you taking materials?"

"Could it be that he wants to…"

Ao Qin's eyes instantly widened.

"Old fogey!"

"He's actually so insidious. He wants to build ten more arenas and obtain an additional Connate Numinous treasure!”

"How shameless!"

"You're still unyielding, pui!"

……

Ao Qin understood this point and quickly came to the pile of spirit treasures. He found the Meteor Awl and put it away. He also picked up some array formation materials and quickly rushed out.

When the other dragons saw Ao Zhan, Ao Qin, and the others 'actions, each and every one of them became anxious too.

Wasn't this too shameless?

He had already obtained a Connate Numinous treasure, yet he was still not satisfied?

He wanted to take more!

Don't you know how to give others a chance?

Therefore, the other members of the dragon clan also quickly sped up. After completing ten arenas, they would build another ten.

The dragon race rolled up just like that.

By the time Ao Qing returned with Xi and Chang Xi, the ten thousand arenas had basically been completed.

There were only a few left, and it would probably be completed in another ten years at most.

There were only a few Connate Numinous treasures left behind by Ao Qing in the Ancestral Dragon Palace.

Ao Qing looked at this scene and expressed great satisfaction.

"Your Highness, you're back!"

When the Dragon Guards saw Ao Qing return with the two beauties, they were not too surprised even though they were amazed by Yu Xi and Chang Xi's beauty.

It would be strange if Ao Qing, this silkpants dragon, didn't find a beauty one day.

They couldn't help but admire the Ninth Prince for being able to find such a beautiful woman.

Compared to Xi and Chang Xi, the women they had seen before were not women at all.

Ao Qing laid down on the huge dragon bed in the Ancestral Dragon Palace, while Xihe and Chang Xi stood obediently on both sides to serve her.

This dragon bed was actually a dragon chair. However, the Ancestral Dragon's body was too big, and the area of the dragon chair was almost half the size of a basketball court.

Ao Qing was now in her human form. Lying on it was no different from lying on the road.

"This dragon bed is too big. It has to be smaller!”

Although Ao Qing was a dragon now, she was still a human in her previous life, so she usually liked to stay in her human form.

This oversized dragon bed was not suitable.

Thus, Ao Qing's Spiritual Force sank into the dragon bed. She used her Dharmic powers, and a wave of Dao laws circulated. Laws and profound mysteries flashed, and the huge dragon bed began to shrink.

This dragon bed was not an ordinary item either. It was also a supreme-grade Connate Numinous treasure, so it was very easy for it to become large or small.

Could the Ancestral Dragon's throne be ordinary?

After shrinking, the dragon bed was twice the size of an ordinary bed. Ao Qing had covered it with a piece of divine beast fur and leaned against a pillow made of expensive beast fur that he had made himself. He lay askew, looking like a hedonistic son of a rich family. He felt very comfortable.

Xihe, massage my shoulders!"

"Chang Xi, massage my legs!"

Ao Qing stretched her back and ordered Xi and Chang Xi.

They had never been maids before, so they didn't know what to do. Ao Qing had to teach them slowly.

"Yes, sir!"

Although Xi and Chang Xi were still not used to the status of maids, they had to do their best since Ao Qing had given them a spiritual treasure.

Thus, Xi and Chang Xi also got on the dragon bed. One went behind Ao Qing and massaged her shoulders, while the other knelt at her feet and massaged her legs.

" Use more strength. Yes…gently knock…a little lower. Yes…hmm…comfortable…"

Ao Qing was intoxicated. She half-closed her eyes and enjoyed the service of the two fairies.

"Oh right, about that…"

"Dragon Guards, pass down the order. Get the Dragon Clan to go out and capture beauties for me. The more the better. For every 10,000 captured, I'll reward you with a Postnatal spirit treasure!”

Ao Qing suddenly thought of something and ordered the Dragon Guards at the entrance of the hall.

"Ah?"

"You're even capturing beauties?"

The Dragon Guards were all dumbfounded.

This Nine Hall His Highness was really a silkpants dragon. He had just captured 10,000 beauties a while ago, and now he had just brought back two super beauties. He actually turned around and ordered people to capture beauties again.

He was simply too foppish!

Although dragons were extremely lewd, there was no one like him!

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