The Malevolent Monster Just Wants To Farm

Chapter 86: Li Jing

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When Jiang Lin came out after a month of seclusion, the Dragon King rushed to his son's bedroom as soon as possible.

"My son, are you feeling better now?" The Dragon King said with a distressed look on his face. "I have found a lot of healing medicines and put them all in your palace."

Jiang Lin said: "Much better."

It is impossible to heal all of them. Even with the dragon race's incredible recovery ability, the injuries on his body would probably require years of recuperation before they could heal.

At most, it does not affect the actions now, and can exert some of the strength.

Now it is obvious that Jiang Lin cannot completely concentrate on healing his wounds - based on the intelligence shown by the East China Sea dragon clan in his memory, Jiang Lin is afraid that once he comes out of seclusion, the dragon clan will never see a dragon again.

He asked, "Where is Nezha? Is there any movement over at Chentang Pass?"

Hearing this name, the Dragon King's face darkened. He said unexpectedly, "That little thing is still in the water dungeon. How can I let it go easily after hurting my son? As for Chentang Pass..."

The Dragon King said disdainfully: "Li Jing doesn't know how to teach his son. He has come to the East China Sea several times in recent days, but I beat him back every time."

Jiang Lin suddenly had a bad feeling.

"How, how did you fight?"

"Just whip it away." The Dragon King was puzzled.

Jiang Lin's heart sank: "Does Li Jing never resist?"

The Dragon King nodded: "This father is more reasonable than his son. He knows he is in the wrong and never fights back when I hit him."

Jiang Lin: “…”

He suddenly asked, "Did Li Jing bring people with him every time he came? Later, did he bring more and more people with him every time he came?"

The Dragon King was surprised and asked, "How did you know?"

Of course I know!

If we don’t do this, how can we let more people “see with their own eyes” the arrogance and domineering behavior of the dragon clan? How can we make people fear and hate the dragon clan and dare not approach them at all

The Dragon King saw the coldness on Jiang Lin's face and asked in confusion: "Son, what are you thinking about?"

He always felt that his son became much more gloomy after being injured, and when he had a gloomy face, his aura was a bit intimidating.

Jiang Lin said slowly: "I want to go to the water dungeon."

The Dragon King frowned and said, "No! The prison is cold and you are injured."

"I'll bring that Nezha to you!"

Naturally, the Dragon King was reluctant to see his son suffer, so he immediately ordered his guards to go to the water prison and tie up Nezha.

When Nezha was tied up and brought to the Dragon Palace, what he saw was the Third Dragon Prince, who was wrapped in fur clothes, had a snow-white face, and was sitting on a soft shark gauze chair.

His eyes sharpened and he asked sarcastically, "You're not dead yet?"

Jiang Lin looked at this famous figure who had been famous in mythology since childhood.

As the reincarnation of a fairy boy, Nezha’s appearance is naturally impeccable.

However, it was obvious that he had suffered a lot in the dungeon during this period. He was so thin that his face was pale and his big eyes looked very creepy.

Jiang Lin's body had suffered a great catastrophe, his qi and blood were depleted, and he felt lazy and had no energy at all.

He said slowly, "I heard that Li Jing of Chentangguan was kind and loving to the people, and his family rules were strict. How come Li Jing's teachings produced a bully who was only five years old and was shouting for war and killing every day?"

Nezha's eyes flashed with anger: "Don't insult my father! I want to kill you because you deserve to die!"

"Oh?" Jiang Lin coughed, holding back his discomfort, "I deserve to die? Then tell me, where should I die?"

Nezha pouted, "It has not rained for three years. Do you know how the people of Chentangguan have been living? How many people have died because of you dragons? And you brutally killed innocent women. This alone is enough to get you killed once!"

The Dragon King sitting on the other side raised his sword-like eyebrows and scolded: "Ridiculous! My son is of noble status, how can a mere human girl... "

"Father!" Jiang Lin raised his voice slightly and interrupted the Dragon King.

He was also impressed by the straightforward East China Sea Dragon King. Once he made a sound comment, the dragon clan could no longer argue.

"I'll take care of this myself. You just watch from the sidelines, okay?"

The Dragon King actually wanted to ask why you should deal with such a small matter. You can just kill the little thief and let him pay with his life. Why bother spending so much energy

But looking at his son's pale and weak appearance, the Dragon King couldn't bear to go against his wishes.

Finally, he turned his head away and remained silent.

Jiang Lin looked at Nezha again: "You know that the Dragon King can bring rain, but do you know that whether to rain, when to rain, and how much rain to rain are not decided by the Dragon Clan?"

Nezha sneered: "You are kidding! If it's not you, who else could it be?"

Jiang Lin said softly: "It is God's will."

Nezha sneered: "It's just a trick."

Jiang Lin asked him: "Have you ever heard a story?"

He didn't care whether Nezha wanted to listen or not, and said directly: "An elder of my dragon clan was the Dragon King of a big river. He once received the will of heaven to make rain, but because he was greedy and drank one more glass of wine, the clouds and rain lasted half an hour longer. Do you know what happened to him later?"

Jiang Lin closed his eyes slightly, hiding his sadness and anger: "He neglected his duty and disturbed the will of heaven. He shall be executed immediately."

The Dragon King of the East China Sea suddenly stood up, looked at Jiang Lin steadily, and said in a low voice: "Why are you saying this?"

Jiang Lin looked at him: "Father, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

There was a hint of bloodshot in the Dragon King's eyes, and he finally said, "It was him... who made the mistake first."

Jiang Lin raised the corner of his mouth: "Really?"

The Dragon King turned his face away: "I still have things to deal with, I'm leaving first."

Nezha seemed to be attracted by this story and asked suspiciously, "Are you making up a story to deceive me?"

Jiang Lin said calmly: "Do I need to lie to you?"

"But." Nezha frowned, "How can a half-hour of rain disrupt the destiny of the heavens? If it didn't cause any disaster, why would I die?"

Jiang Lin gave a short laugh.

It was difficult for him to explain to this five-year-old kid that the word "heavenly secret" was a perfect excuse in the hands of those in higher positions.

Therefore, even if one is too lazy to think of an excuse for a crime, one can still be convicted using "heavenly secrets".

"So," Jiang Lin said, "You said the first point, that there was no rain in Chentangguan for three years, which caused a disaster. This has nothing to do with our East China Sea. It was God's will that your Chentangguan suffered from a three-year drought."

"As for the second point," Jiang Lin said, "the bride that I tore into pieces in the legend was not a human being at all."

"She is a cultivator who was sent to assassinate me."

Nezha: "Where's the evidence?"

"I have no evidence."

Nezha sneered.

Jiang Lin said: "But I can swear."

"I can swear to the great god Pangu that everything I said is true."

Nezha was startled.

Pangu was credited with creating the world, and after his death his body turned into this world.

No matter whether it is a god, demon, monster or human, no one dares to disrespect this great god.

Nezha believed it and said, "Why didn't you tell me before?"

Jiang Lin asked him: "You started fighting as soon as we disagreed. Did you give me a chance to speak?"

Besides, this little fool Ao Bing inherited his father Ao Guang's IQ. He is straightforward, impulsive and proud. He simply doesn't bother to explain such things.

"You owe me a life, Nezha." Jiang Lin said.

Nezha's eyes showed a hint of anger: "So what do you want? Pay with your life?"

He seems to have a particularly impatient personality, like a firecracker that can explode at any time.

But when Jiang Lin chatted with him, he clearly felt that he was an obedient and reasonable person.

However, when he killed Ao Bing, his eyes were clearly red!

There are huge problems here.

"I don't want your life." Jiang Lin shook his head and looked straight at him, "But you have to work for me for a hundred years."

Nezha:

Jiang Lin glanced at him and said, "I am now covered in wounds and have almost no fighting power. I need a powerful bodyguard to protect me. You are the one who caused all this. Isn't it your duty to protect me for a hundred years?"

Nezha: “…” God needs a powerful guard to protect him.

The man and woman next to you can obviously hang me up and beat me!

He seemed very aggrieved, but he was really in the wrong. He frowned in distress, and the hostility between his eyebrows emerged again, making him look very fierce.

"Okay." Nezha said reluctantly at last, "I agree to your terms."

"But I have to go back to Chentangguan. My parents will be worried." Nezha said.

"Of course." Jiang Lin smiled a little, asked someone to prepare food and clothes, and said, "Recover first, I'll have someone take you back to Chentang Pass later."

Nezha was a little touched, but also thought that the little white dragon was quite stupid: after being beaten like that by him, he didn't bear a grudge and even prepared meals for him!

He thought with a heavy heart: I have to be careful when I serve as a guard in the future. This dragon is so stupid that he can be fooled easily.

But he didn't know that Jiang Lin was also looking at him with satisfaction.

He had people specially prepare the precious and spiritual food from the Dragon Palace. After just one meal, all the haggardness on Nezha's body disappeared.

Her face was rosy and she looked full of energy, and she changed into gorgeous clothes which were a specialty of the dragon clan.

He is just like a little golden boy!

Who would believe that he was detained and tortured by the dragon clan

While Nezha was eating, the Dragon King in the Crystal Palace received news from Li Jing again.

"Your Majesty, Li Jing is followed by thousands of people from Chentang Pass. They are kneeling on the beach and asking us to release his son." The elderly Prime Minister Turtle reported with trembling eyebrows.

The Dragon King slammed the table and said, "This Li Jing! He is really annoying! Let me go..."

"Father." A voice interrupted him.

Jiang Lin walked in and said, "Let me go."

The Dragon King was unhappy: "Your injuries..."

Jiang Lin laughed and said, "Does Li Jing still dare to fight me?"

The Dragon King thought so too. Li Jing had a soft temper and would only take a beating without fighting back.

And he was really annoyed by Li Jing's old face, so he said, "Then my son, go quickly and come back soon."

The East Sea.

Li Jing stood at the front in armor, looking anxiously at the vast sea, and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty the Dragon King, please be magnanimous and release my child Nezha!"

Behind him stood countless people.

These people were obviously much more excited than he was:

"Master Li! This Donghai is too unreasonable!"

"The Dragon Clan looks down on mortals! Don't beg him, let's sacrifice our lives and go to the Dragon Palace to rescue the Third Young Master!"

"Bah! I heard that the Third Young Master almost beat the Third Prince of the Dragon Clan to death. I think he deserved it!"

"Yes, it was obviously he who took the life first!"

"… "

Li Jing listened to the discussions of the people behind him, remembered the instructions of the immortal in his dream, and smiled slightly.

Suddenly, the discussions behind me weakened.

The surging tide calmed down, and above the sea surface, there was suddenly a bright light. The shadow of a magnificent palace slowly rose from the sea, and a fairy-like cloud bridge extended from the palace to everyone's eyes.

The people of Chentang Pass suddenly shut their mouths in fear and trepidation, and only then realized that the people they had just loudly spitted at were not mortals like themselves, but the gods who were high above!