This was thanks to Ling Huaxi's stop, otherwise, Xi Shao Siming would never have left a dangerous risk to himself.

"Then what are you going to do this time?"

"What else can I do?"

Listening to Beitang Yaori's helpless chuckle, Xi Shao Siming felt as if time flew by.

Turning his head and looking at the beautiful pond and lush green trees in the atrium, Xi Shao Siming's eyes were a little deep.

"Yao Ri, do you still remember the first time we met?"

"..."

In Tibet, the first time Xi Shao Siming saw Beitang Yaori was in a temple.

A handsome young man who came out of the world quietly, dressed in the attire of a lama and a monk, but his unapproachable coldness attracted Xi Shao Siming.

——Hey, bastard, can't you see I'm hurt? Come on, save me!

——Why should I save you?

——Tsk, when you see an injured person, you still refuse to save him. I have never seen such a cold-blooded monk like you!

Two teenagers, Xi Shao Siming, were shot twice at that time. This was not an unusual thing for a young gangster.

Beitang Yaori was surprised. He didn't expect a teenager to be so calm. He was even seriously injured.

After resting in the temple for a month, Xi Shao Siming was able to save his life. Although Beitang Yaori spoke very little in that month, Xi Shao Siming was very interested in this boy who was about the same age as him.

There is a story about my son.

——Hey, are you interested in joining our mafia?

——Not interested.

——But I am very interested in you. If you don’t want to die, just join our Dragon King Club.

——I said, I'm not interested.

——Seeing the injured people calmly refusing to save them, it would be such a waste for such a cold-blooded man not to join the mafia!

Without giving Beitang Yaori any time to hesitate, Xi Shao Siming bluntly took Beitang Yaori to a strange place.

Those were the days of Thorny Dragon that Beitang Yaori will never forget for the rest of his life——

"Rumble--"

The marble floor on the side wall slowly moved and opened, and the hot air that hit your face was almost scalding you to death!

Waves of scorching heat, one after another, lit up the entire execution chamber.

The light from the blazing fire was too dazzling, so the two men put on black sunglasses.

One of the men watched the marble wall being opened and turned to look at Beitang Yaori, who still showed no reaction.

"To thank you for saving our young master, this is a special gift from the young master, please accept it!"

In the raging fire, a long, burnt golden and dazzling black shadow flashed.

The flickering firelight made it impossible for Beitang Yaori to see what it was. The only thing he could feel was the heart-wrenching and hot air.

That golden and dazzling black shadow had two iron pillars burned red extending from its body, connecting to the horizontal panels of the marble ceiling.

The horizontal screen began to move, approaching the direction of Beitang Yaori.

In the raging fire, a long iron plate of burned golden red dragon slowly slid towards Beitang Yaori.

"The Deshajia Dragon King, which symbolizes the power of darkness, covers your birthmark and merges with it, imprinting this golden dragon on your body forever. Haha... Yaori, you were born to serve our Dragon King Association.

A man who does things!"
Chapter completed!