Chapter 48: Come on, brother-in-law 25

Meanwhile, Yeyu was struck by a bolt of lightning, falling almost directly to the ground. Before touching the earth, she spun around and flashed to Xining's side.

"Powerful!" Yeyu panted. "How can he be so strong? He's on par with me!"

Obviously. The magic of the Vaufeld family was no joke.

"They say the good die young and villains live for a millennium. Such powerful magic, yet he didn't die in battle alongside my parents—that tells you exactly what kind of person he is," Xining said earnestly, adding a bit of black paint to this villainous uncle.

Yeyu found some sense in these words, nodded, gripped her staff tightly, and charged back into the fray.

No matter how the Dragon Knight threw a tantrum, the dark sub-dragon simply refused to make a move.

It kept shaking its head. It had merely bumped noses, yet it felt a pang of heartache so sharp it was almost unbearable! How could it possibly plunge its sharp fangs into the skin of such an adorable little female dragon?

Suddenly, a low dragon roar echoed from the dark clouds above.

The adorable little dragon raised its head and shouted, "Daddy, I'm right here!"

The cute dragon's daddy had arrived?

Then, a terrifyingly massive black silhouette emerged from the dark clouds, growing larger and clearer by the second. As it descended, its colossal wings effortlessly beat the storm clouds overhead into wisps of nothingness.

The gigantic black dragon even pulled off a dazzling stunt in mid-air, breathing a pillar of crimson fire that lit up half the sky in a fiery glow.

The corners of Xining's mouth twitched slightly. "Cute Dragon, is your daddy a Fire Dragon?"

"Mm-hmm! Isn't my daddy amazing?" The little dragon tilted its head, blinking its pink, oversized eyes as it gazed up at a father so overwhelmingly majestic he could defy the heavens.

Looking down and spotting its child, the Fire Dragon tucked in its wings and plummeted to the ground nearby with a thunderous *thud*. Its massive frame made the earth tremble three times!

Goodness gracious, it was more than twice the size of that dark sub-dragon, its entire body covered in scales that emitted a dark metallic sheen, while its golden eyes radiated an untamed, rebellious arrogance.

This was a true dragon. True dragons were divided into Fire Dragons and Frost Dragons—both absolute royalty among the dragon race!

This time, it was the dark sub-dragon's turn to tremble from head to toe. Thank goodness it hadn't had the heart to strike earlier, or it would be dead meat. Dragons notoriously had terrible tempers, and Fire Dragons were practically walking powder kegs.

Even while half-coiled on the ground, the Fire Dragon's spine stood taller than a human. It cast a fierce, arrogant, and contemptuous glance sideways. "Who hit my precious daughter?" Its voice carried its own built-in subwoofer resonance.

The trembling dark sub-dragon immediately stretched out a claw, pointing its second digit at the knight whose clothes were still soaked in dragon tears: "He ordered me to do it!"

The Dragon Knight...

The cute dragon pouted its delicate dragon lips in a spoiled manner, pointing at its own delicate pink nose: "Daddy, it touched my nose. But it's okay, it doesn't hurt!"

The dark sub-dragon was so overwhelmingly grateful tears were practically welling in its eyes. It really hadn't misjudged her; what a good little female dragon she was.

The Fire Dragon extended a finger—its claws alone were a foot long—and beckoned to the dark sub-dragon with a crook. "Kid, come here."

With no other choice, the dark sub-dragon had to bite the bullet and scurry over on all fours.

The moment it reached them, the Fire Dragon blew its top. Its pitch-black claw grabbed the dark sub-dragon by its long neck, hoisted it straight up into the air, and began raining slaps across its face with its other paw. "You little punk, you dare hit my daughter? Tired of living, are you?"

When a Fire Dragon supported its weight solely on its hind legs, its build could easily rival a Tyrannosaurus Rex. With its neck firmly grasped, the dark sub-dragon's hind feet couldn't even touch the ground, leaving it completely at the mercy of the beating.

Watching the dragon that had been bullying her get thrashed, the cute dragon instead comforted the Dragon Knight: "Don't worry, my daddy is just teaching it a lesson. If it wanted it dead, it would have burned it to ashes with a single breath ages ago."

The Dragon Knight...

How utterly brutal! Xining finally understood why the cute dragon was so weak. Behind every fragile creature stood a formidable backing. The original host's backing was Maria, and the cute dragon's backing was its father—this was what allowed the weak to comfortably rely on the strong for protection.

After landing a few blows, the Fire Dragon tossed the dark sub-dragon aside. "Scram!"

Hitting the ground, the dark sub-dragon rolled back onto its feet, flapped its wings, and bolted.

"Me! What about me?!" The Dragon Knight jumped and shouted. Seeing that the dark sub-dragon dared not look back, he had no choice but to rely on himself, lifting his legs and sprinting in the direction the dark sub-dragon had fled.

"Daddy~" The cute dragon scampered over joyfully, standing up on its hind legs and wrapping both front paws around the Fire Dragon's exceptionally thick neck, rubbing its face repeatedly against the massive black snout. "I missed you so, so much."

"You little rascal, where on earth did you run off to?" The Fire Dragon maintained its aloof and imposing demeanor. "Come back home with Daddy."

"No way!" The cute dragon continued to rub against him, acting as coquettishly as a kitten. "Daddy, I've already formed a contract. Suyun Vaufeld of the Vaufeld family is my master."

"Master?" The Fire Dragon's golden eyes swept across them with razor-sharp intensity. "A lowly human actually tricked my daughter into signing a contract! Break it immediately, or else I won't be polite."

"Don't be like that, Daddy! Master treats me very well." The cute dragon continued to act cute and curry favor.

"Bah! A lowly human, how could she ever be a dragon's master, let alone my daughter's master? You've been tricked by her!" After a careful inspection, the Fire Dragon clenched its claws into fists and beat its own chest in agonizing remorse, pounding away: "A master-servant contract!"

Even through the thick dragon scales, two bulging, solid mounds of muscle could be seen taking heavy, rhythmic thuds.

The feeling was no different than watching a cabbage you painstakingly raised finally getting devoured by a pig.

"Daddy, Master really is very nice to me." Sitting there, the