“I like the name. It sounds better than Asura.” Shen Yanxiao smiled slightly. Compared with the ferocious name Asura, Xiu’s original name was much better.
“Does Big Brother Siyu know your real name? Why did he call you Asura?”
Xiu answered, “I have abandoned my name since I became the War God. As long as I am the War God, I will be called Asura.”
The word Asura was the indelible symbol of the War God.
Shen Yanxiao pursed her lips and firmly held Xiu’s hand. She pointed to her heart with her other hand and said to Xiu, “Here, I only love Di Xiu.”
What she loved was the god who was thinking of her all the time, the god who always took her as the first, the god who cultivated her from a good-for-nothing waste to her present strong self.
Her Di Xiu.
Xiu’s eyes became very gentle, but in that touch of gentleness, there seemed to be some boiling emotions. He suddenly pulled Shen Yanxiao into his arms and did not give her the opportunity to open her mouth as he bowed his head and covered her cherry red lips with his.
The lingering kiss seemed to vent his inner feelings.
Shen Yanxiao’s breathing turned slightly rapid, but there was no sense of resistance.
When the kiss was over, Shen Yanxiao’s small white face was already tinged with red.
Embarrassed, she thought: Is it really okay to have such intimate contact inside the lair of the Dragon God?
“Follow me, I know where the Dragon King’s Decree is.” Xiu looked at Shen Yanxiao’s small face, tightened the grip on her little hand, and then walked towards one of the corridors.
“You really know where it is?” Shen Yanxiao was stunned for a moment. Did Xiu have a good relationship with the Dragon God? How could he know where the Dragon God placed his things in the past?
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Xiu guessed Shen Yanxiao’s doubts and pointed to his head.
“I can sense it.”
“…” Fine, she knew that some great master would not use normal thinking to guess things.
Xiu took Shen Yanxiao on a long walk. There were some very abstract paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor. Shen Yanxiao looked at those paintings, which were as strange as modern abstract art, and wondered why there were such mystical things here.
In a moment they had reached the end of the corridor and a golden, rounded, wooden door appeared before their eyes, blocking the way forward.
“Another seal?” Shen Yanxiao looked at Xiu.
Xiu nodded his head in response.
How much did the Dragon God not want to give the Dragon King’s Decree to others?! So many seals left by a superior god were simply torture to the nerves of the dragons. Who could actually solve it among them?
Had it not been for the strong existence around her which was Xiu, Shen Yanxiao reckoned she would have been like those pitiful dragons who could only look at the stone door full of tears.
Xiu began working once again, easily solving the seal on the door.
When the wooden door was pushed open, Shen Yanxiao was greatly astonished by the scene inside.
A gigantic eight-winged golden dragon was lying quietly inside the big room. This eight-winged golden dragon looked stronger and more beautiful than any one Shen Yanxiao had ever seen. His golden dragon scales were shining brilliantly, and his four pairs of retracted wings looked extremely strong and powerful.
Compared with the eight-winged golden dragon in front of her, the eight-winged golden dragons in the north were just malnourished fellows.
Around the eight-winged golden dragon was a small table, where a tablet glinting with golden light sat.