Seeing that Ruan Ling was following, Bishang came over and said with a smile: "Sister Ruan Ling, don't worry, Dad asked the Pope to come over, not for blind dates, but for talking about things. I know you are about to get married, and I won't fall in love with a married man."

Ruan Ling smiled and said, "These people here today, except for Zi Huangjun, should be the best general Li."

"He is indeed outstanding, handsome, and has a strong spell." Bishang was a little sad, "but he is just a mortal bloodline."

"What's wrong with the bloodline of mortals?"

"The descendants born with ordinary people will weaken the blood of my dragon clan." Bishang whispered, "Otherwise, you think I hate marriage so much, and you have to slap Brother Zihuang."

Ruan Ling smiled and said, "In fact, besides Phoenix, there are many other powerful bloodlines. Princess Bishang's good match is not the only one that is Zihuangjun."

"Oh, I know." Bishang sighed, "But Brother Zihuang is my best choice. If it really doesn't work, I have to do it."

"Zihuangjun's phoenix blood is naturally very good, but Bishang's best choice is not a man of the same clan?" Ruan Ling said, "If you are united with another dragon clan man, the offspring you gave birth to must be the dragon clan."

"But we can no longer find other dragon clans." Bishang's eyes dimmed, full of sadness and melancholy.

That is the sadness and anxiety of the rabbit and the fox, and the things hurt their kind.

It was an extremely terrible feeling to watch his race gradually fade towards destruction, and in the end he was the only one left.

Ruan Ling was particularly able to understand Princess Bishang's feeling.

Because she had encountered the same situation.

In modern times, gods have disappeared one after another, and in the end, she is the only land god left in the world.

It is difficult for others to understand this sense of loneliness.

This is why she is determined to earn enough merit and go back to save the gods.

Bishang glanced at the wine pot and silently poured himself a glass of wine, but only took a small sip.

She whispered: "Now, the only one left in the entire Dragon Clan is me, my father, and an aunt with impure blood."

"Is there no other way?"

"Oh." Bishang sighed quietly, "Our Dragon Clan was once the most powerful race in the world. What a wonderful era. Since the disappearance of Zhuyin, the Dragon Clan has irreversibly moved towards decline and destruction. My father put all his hopes on me. I cannot let him down, nor can I break his oath to Ah Mother."

"What oath?" Ruan Ling asked softly.

"I swear to my grandmother that I must continue the bloodline of the dragon clan and restore the prosperity and glory of the past." Bishang's expression was unprecedentedly serious.

Ruan Ling patted her hand and said, "There will be a road before the car reaches the mountain. I believe that you will definitely fulfill your mother's last wish."

"Thank you, Sister Ruan Ling. I believe I will definitely do it." Bishang smiled on her face, "Come on, please help me see. Who else is more suitable for me except General Li?"

Ruan Ling glanced around and smiled, "Actually, I think Princess Bishang has to make her own decisions about this kind of thing. You will choose whoever you like."

Princess Bishang said without thinking: "I will like whoever can get the strongest bloodline."

"You..." Ruan Ling didn't know what to say.

A girl with a whole race’s hope will inevitably be distorted.

It is unlikely to change her mind in a short period of time.

Bishang muttered to himself again: "Where has Brother Zihuang gone... Strange..."
Chapter completed!