Chapter 884： little Prince

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When Wen Zilong came to the banquet hall, I saw a large area on the left side of the banquet hall.

Piles of wood stand upright on the open ground.

A fierce beast was tied to it.

Obviously, this is a place specifically used to tie mounts.

It is equivalent to a parking lot.

The mounts on the field are basically fierce beasts from Tier VII to Tier IX.

This is equivalent to a luxury car.

At the entrance of the hall, stood the four guards guarding the gate.

The strength has reached the peak of the seventh order.

With the seventh-order pinnacle barbarian as the janitor, I am afraid that only the royal family has such skill.

The other barbarian dragons basically came in luxury cars, only Wenzilong came on foot.

The wild dragons passing by said one by one:

"Whose flying mount? How do you stop here?"

"Don't stop the mount on the open space over there, what about swaying in the hall door?"

"Guard brother, don't you care?"

One of the four gatekeepers, hearing this, had to come to Wen Zilong and was about to start.

But I saw Wen Zilong's right claw turned, and a big red invitation appeared in the claw.

The savage dragon guarding the goal was taken aback for a moment, and took it subconsciously.

The look of surprise revealed in his eyes.

To Wenzi Longdao: "I'm sorry, I was rude, please come in."

Wen Zilong smiled faintly: "It doesn't matter, it's not that I was despised by Barbaric Dragon once or twice."

He said, put away the invitation and entered the hall.

Seeing this, the other three gatekeepers asked the gatekeeper: "What's going on?"

The guard looked at Wen Zilong's back with some staring, and said, "He is a wild dragon."

"Mortal Barbarian Dragon ?!"

"How could an abnormal barbarian dragon have an invitation?"

"Which big power or son of the noble prince?"

Wen Zilong entered the banquet hall and saw that there were already more than one hundred wild dragons in it.

Each of these barbarian dragons is dressed brightly.

Especially those female dragons, all dressed up with flowers, those shiny jewelry on their bodies can shake the eyes of blind dragons.

These barbaric dragons were a little surprised to see Wen Zilong entering the hall.

"The one who can enter the hall is definitely a barbarian. He is a deformed barbarian."

"Yes, this must be a deformed barbaric dragon."

"How could he have an invitation? Who should have made a mistake?"

"In my opinion, his invitation was either stolen or picked up. The guard should really check him."

However, although these barbaric dragons murmured with their mouths low, one by one wisely did not really find a guard to check.

After all, which of the wild dragons can come here, which one is not a wild dragon spirit.

One by one understands that one more thing is worse than one less.

Wen Zilong was too lazy to ignore them, and sat directly in a corner.

There is a lot of fruit and wine in this corner. Without talking about Wen Zilong, let's eat and drink first.

Not to mention, the wine supplied by the palace is really not comparable to that of ordinary drinks.

Wen Zilong drank more and more delicious.

Those barbarian dragons next to them only knew how to eat and drink when they saw this deformed barbaric dragon.

Moreover, before the banquet started, he ate and drank himself, and he really didn't understand the rules.

They all had a trace of contempt in their eyes.

There was only one wild dragon. After seeing Wen Zilong, not only did he not despise it, but instead he stepped forward and sat next to Wen Zilong.

He told Wenzi Long: "Know me, my name is Bilda Gan."

Wen Zilong took a closer look at the dean and felt a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, there will be barbaric dragons who know themselves.

Bildagan seemed to see Wen Zilong's doubts and said: "I am like this, making friends. There are multiple friends and multiple paths. By the way, what is your name?"

"Wen Zilong."

Wen Zilong simply replied.

Bildagan also took a glass of wine and took a sip and said:

"Have you heard? Today's banquet is to welcome the three princes back."

"Ok."

Wen Zilong was actually too lazy to respond to him.

Bildagan continued: "But I have inside information."

"what?"

Wen Zilong asked.

Bilda said: "This banquet for the return of the Three Princes is actually to introduce a heavyweight dragon to everyone."

"Oh?"

Wen Zilong asked.

Birdagan laughed: "Of course, I don't know who the heavyweight dragon is, but the banquet is about to begin, and we will know soon."

"Ok."

Wen Zilong smiled faintly.

Isn't that the heavyweight big barbarian?

At this time, there was a riot at the entrance of the hall.

Then a few wild dragons entered the hall.

A barbarian dragon headed, wearing a brocade only in the royal family, wearing a jade crown that the royal family is qualified to wear.

It seems about twenty years old.

However, Wen Zilong knew that his actual age should have been in his fifties.

However, Saturn, in its general form of more than 200 years old, in its 50s, is actually very young.

And those barbarian dragons around, saw this barbarian dragon coming in, one by one swept forward to say hello:

"His Royal Highness."

"His little prince, it's a lucky three life to see you."

"His Royal Highness, I have a cup for you."

Wen Zilong was puzzled. Isn't the emperor from the east of the empire only three sons, when will he come as a little prince?

Did it come out last night?

That's not so fast.

Does it take hormones to grow so fast?

The little prince was obviously a little drunk, his cheeks were flushed, and he was a little unstable.

You know, the trained wild dragons are generally not drunk.

And he could drink him like this, either the strength is not good, or he drinks too much.

His tongue was a little bit straight, and he walked inside while chuckling and greeted the barbaric dragons.

Bilda said: "Go, say hello to the little prince."

Wen Zilong looked at the virtue of the guy and had no interest.

Road: "Who is this guy?"

Bildagan smiled and said, "Little prince. Are you too drunk? The eldest son and grandson of His Majesty the Emperor, people call him the little prince."

"Oh."

Wen Zilong responded lightly, and then drank his own wine.

There was no plan to toast in the past.

Bilda had to raise his glasses one by one and toast in the past.

The little prince refused to come, so after a while, he had already drunk a dozen glasses of wine.

The walking was more swaying and the speech was more ambiguous.

A moment later, he was surrounded by barbaric dragons, and suddenly stopped when he passed Wen Zilong.

Turning his head to look at Wen Zilong, he said: "Which one is flying mount, how to run the banquet hall. Come to Manlong, take him, take him!"

A guard standing in the hall trot quickly.

He glanced at Wen Zilong, then said to the little prince:

"His Royal Highness, he is not a mount. He is a barbarian, a deformed barbarian."

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