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Dear Uncle Yue (crossed out) Hardy:

Long time greetings. I didn’t expect it. It’s me again. I’m writing to you again. I don’t know if your dragon body is still alive and whether your cooking skills have improved. Regarding the matter mentioned last time, I don’t know what you are thinking about.

So, of course, the purpose of writing this letter is not to rush you. In fact, I am not in a hurry at all. Everyone is destined to die. It may be as heavier as you than Mount Arreat, or a little heavier than you. I just think of Lena,

Thinking of the child in her belly, who will be a widow at a young age and an orphan in her infancy (?), she can't help but feel a little sad. I feel that it is better not to be so heavy. Speaking of this, I wonder if you have successfully lost weight recently.

I have a good way to lose weight, which is to work hard to do a certain thing. For example, the thing I just mentioned to you will definitely help you. If not, it may mean that you are not enough.

If you work hard, you can invest more time and energy. I remember a certain great man once said that the spring silkworm will not spin silk when it dies, and the candle will turn gray when it dries. That's what it means. Speaking of this, a man came to the Holy See Mountain recently.

You must have heard about the guy who can spin silk. Although he has brought a lot of new strength to the Holy See Mountain, he is generally not a reliable guy. You need to be more vigilant. However, the Holy See Mountain has limited strength and can keep an eye on people.

There are only a few people living in it. I am worried about what to do if it kidnaps Lena. If a bear, wolf, or something can be spotted to stare at it, it will be unable to do anything. What do you think I should consider?

Right? I've written so much before I knew it. It's eight o'clock, it's getting late, and it's time to take a rest. But I think Uncle Hardy is a warm-hearted person with a fanatical research spirit who loves his family. At this time, he must still be thinking about that.

I have been thinking about this matter day and night, sleepless, and every time I think of this, I can't stop crying. Before I fall asleep, I should swear in front of your daughter beside my pillow that I will be a cow or a horse in the next life, so that I can repay you a little or two.

Hardy pinched the letter paper in his hand, his expression neither happy nor angry. He reached out and touched the side. On a plate as big as a bathtub, he picked up a large cake with a diameter of more than one meter. Mo De emotionally stuffed the whole piece into it like a fourth-dimensional pocket.

In his mouth, he chewed dryly, and with the mechanical opening and closing of his upper and lower jaws, he made a ruthless crunching sound, just like the expression on his face.

He read it again from beginning to end, word by word. He planned to swallow it, but his throat couldn't hold it back. The food he was supposed to swallow turned into a mouthful of ashes. He picked up the cup next to him and mixed it with water.

Swallow the ashes in one gulp.

He reached out and took another piece of cake, chewed it just now, and looked at the letter in his hand again. It seemed that there was a code hidden in it. He had to bite the words to see a flower.

Until a sound of [Plant] sounded.

"Hardy, are you crazy?" Fix took the [cake] from Hardy's hand with a shocked look on his face, and shook it under Hardy's indifferent eyes. What kind of cake was this? It was eaten.

Only half of the [bathtub] is left.

"Or do you think even the plate is more delicious than the cake you made yourself?"

"That's right." Hardy quickly folded the letter paper, stuffed it into the envelope, thought about it, and finally threw it into the drawer. His expression and movements seemed to be written down in a small notebook.

"What's wrong with you? Leona sent a letter back?" Fix saw his little move.

"No." Hardy's expression was expressionless.

"Don't be ridiculous, who else would write to you besides Leona?"

"wanna die?"

Fix vaguely felt the coolness on his neck, looked at the stimulated Hardy and asked: "Why is the boss so embarrassed recently? Could it be that... that adult has given you another problem?"

"You can think so." Hardy thought for a moment, and the culprit who caused him, the mighty Dragon King, the strongest man in the three realms, to be incompetent and furious now, was really that person.

"You said..." He knocked on the table and his eyes seemed to see through the solid wood and saw the letters in the drawer. He couldn't help but feel angry and evil in his heart.

"Fix, tell me, if I do something without telling the Supreme Dragon God, will he find out?"

"From the time you said these words, it has been impossible to happen." Fix chose to take three steps away from Hardy silently, for fear that a thunder would strike and implicate him.

"Alas" Hardy looked up to the sky and sighed.

"what happened again?"

"Fix, I understand."

"What do you know?" Fix took a few steps back again. Something was wrong with Hardy today. Maybe it would be better to put it aside for a while.

"I understand why our dragon clan always suffers even though we have done nothing."

"So that's it. You don't need to say it. I already understood it."

Hardy: "..."

"Are you sure you don't want to hear what I, the Dragon King, think? Standing at different heights, the scenery you see will be very different."

Hardy's expression was deep, his eyes were far away, and he was looking somewhere indifferently, as if to remind the other party, look, if I hadn't reminded him, you wouldn't even have confirmed the existence of the Supreme Dragon God.

Don't look at me because I'm fat. I've always been standing in the atmosphere.

"Indeed, but everyone has their own scenery. I have my scenery. I don't want to know yours." Fix didn't give any face at all.

"You really don't give me any face?" Hardy's eyes gradually became sharper.

"I understand, you just want to take your anger out on me, right?"

"Jie Jie Jie, you understand too late. Come and practice with me. We all have eight wings and are equally matched. We came at the right time."

"Why don't you train with the Supreme Dragon God? Isn't it the same if the Supreme Dragon God suppresses the strength of the Eight Wings? I think that Lord will be happy to do this."

Fix gritted his teeth, how could this dragon be so mean and even say such shameless words? They are also heroes, there are ghosts with level 25 six-god outfits, and goblins with level 1 tree-eating starts. How can they compare?

"What kind of existence is Master Dragon God? How could he deign to condescend to compete with us? Don't say stupid things."

As soon as they finished speaking, a bright voice sounded in their ears: "Speaking of..."

"As a giant dragon, there is no doubt that the strongest force in the same realm is the matter, but we cannot be lax and careless because of this, which will disgrace our clan. As an elder, I have nothing to give you. Since you have raised the question today,

When we arrive, I will give you some guidance."

Hardy and Fix subconsciously accepted the order respectfully, then looked at each other, and then their eyes gradually became sinister.

It's all your fault for mentioning the Supreme Dragon God in such a polite way!

I have the nerve to say that it’s not all you who are looking for trouble, otherwise how could it have turned out like this!

"Um..." After taking a few steps in a pretentious manner, Hardy pretended to remember something: "By the way, Fix, why did you come to me? It's not to earn money, right?"

"Who wants to eat from your plate! Even dogs won't eat it." Fix's face was full of contempt, without any respect for the Dragon King.

"Shut up, I don't allow you to say that to Leona!" Hardy reprimanded, while privately winking as hard as he could. Now is not the time for an argument. Maybe you can say something to gain a chance of survival.

Fix understood and quickly regained his composure. While slowly following Hardy's pace, his brain was running at high speed, and he soon showed his strength as the chief think tank of the dragon clan.

"Speaking of which, I received a letter from my granddaughter, and I came here to see you specifically for this reason."

"Oh? What did Aikarai say?" Hardy couldn't hide his disappointment. Sacrifice to Aikarai can't stop the supreme dragon god from being imaginative, old man.

"She said, I hope I can urge you more... Oh no, I'm begging you more, can you please figure out that as soon as possible... What, it's about the skill improvement that the human druid asked you to think about.

of."

"I remembered, Leona also said so in her letter." Hardy clapped his hands and suddenly realized, but then showed a selfless expression.

"You should reply to the letter. If you reject Aikarai, just say that I can't help with this, even if he is Leona's man. The Supreme Dragon God has repeatedly told me not to help humans too much."

"Since it's a small favor, then help." There was a sudden sound in his ears, and Hardy immediately looked respectful.

"The will of the Supreme Dragon God will definitely be implemented, but before that, can you allow me to accept your guidance first, a little help, only three months... No, just give me two months.

"

Hardy's face was filled with longing, and his eyes were burning with the innocent dream of a kung fu boy.

"It's not too late to talk about the advice later. Do what you should do first. One month... no, I'll give you half a month."

"I will obey your will!" Hardy looked pained and happy.
Chapter completed!