Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 557

Chapter 557 Aegon, do you want a wife or not?

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

Several giant dragons looked up to the sky and roared, their vertical pupils looking at the dragon-eating species warily.

To be precise, it's a man and a dragon in front of the Great Pyramid.

"Syrax, what's wrong with you?"

Rhaenyra was covered in sweat, lying on the dragon's saddle caring for the dragon.

Syrax shook his head and lay on the ground in confusion.

It doesn't know, but the sound of the horn is full of magic, soothing the ferocity in its bones.

"Sheep thief, move!"

Aemond tightened his grip and urged the dragon loudly.

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief glanced at the blood worm and moved reluctantly.

Corakxiu neighed sharply, looking at the dragon-eating species with his erect pupils.

"Quiet, Colachu."

Daemon was calm and collected, sensing the danger from the sound of the horn.

He failed to kill his one-eyed nephew immediately and lost the chance of revenge.

Keep taking action, the good nephew will not sit idly by.

"Glutton, you never have a long memory."

Rhaegar leaned back, resting his elbows on the hard scales, teasing the dragon playfully.

"Roar…"

The glutton roared in a neutral voice, seeming to be accusing.

It is a food-eating dragon. Is it wrong to be greedy?

"Very naughty, old man."

Rhaegar complained softly and did not pursue further.

boom-

The half-human-high horn was thrown carelessly, rolled high in the air and fell to the ground, breaking into a puddle of pieces like melon rinds.

Under the black fire, large and small holes were burned out of the horn material, and the gold melted into juice.

This is the side effect of the Dragon Dance, which the ordinary world cannot bear.

If Rhaegar had not been a dragonborn, he would have been burned to death.

"Put me down."

Rhaegar patted the dragon's head and looked at the dragons below.

"Roar…"

The glutton punched his nose hard, and his body slowly crawled, with the dragon's head flat on the ground.

Darren was the closest and swallowed subconsciously.

"Gulu~"

The huge black dragon lay prone. At first glance, it looked like the coal mountain collapsed, and it would be buried in the next second.

"very scary."

Daeron paled and rubbed Thessalian's scales.

Theselion was worse than the driver. The whole dragon shivered and curled up into a cobalt blue ball.

With the dual deterrent blessings of Dragon-Eating Dragon Breed and Dragon Dance, the pressure is simply not something that a sub-adult dragon can bear.

On the other hand, the other adult dragons are in much better condition.

Syrax obediently lay down, allowing the driver to slide off the dragon's back.

"Rhaega, are you okay!?"

Rhaenyra turned over and descended from the dragon, running forward with the Light of the Kingdom slung around her waist.

"It was a dream."

Rhaegar smiled slightly, picked up the dragon training whip, and opened his arms to welcome him: "It's quite peaceful, but it's not as good as you fighting the dragon."

"Talking nonsense."

Rhaenyra threw herself into her arms with tears in her eyes: "If something happens to you, everyone will suffer."

As he spoke, he was still not relieved, so he clenched his fist and punched it towards his heart.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, and Rhaenyra shed tears of pain.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Rhaegar was stunned when he saw this. He first held Rhaenyra's red bare hand, and then checked her body.

Rhaenyra's eyes widened as she lifted up the hem of his clothes.

The dragonborn form appears, with skin as pale as paper and angular muscles that are particularly tempting.

"Rhaega, you have grown up."

Rhaenyra's eyes were subtle, and she pinched Rhaegar's right chest, and then moved her left chest.

The jet black scales are arranged in order to form a strong shield.

Rhaegar lowered his head and saw seven jet-black dragon scales growing out of his heart, protecting it tightly.

Rhaenyla quickly covered herself with her body, glanced back, and Fu'er asked nervously: "Has your blood been purified again?"

Rhaegar's bloodline was too pure, and the evil nature of the dragon was hidden in his bones.

Once the purity exceeds the upper limit, the spirit will suffer.

Lei Jia said: "It seems so."

Touching his heart, he found that the scales were not smooth, but rough and a little hot, like an iron shield after being exposed to the sun in the dog days of summer.

But he didn't feel out of control, and his mood was stable and peaceful.

"Rhaegar, don't lie to me." Rhaenyra was still worried after hearing this.

"Don't worry, it's okay."

Rhaegar was rarely serious and held the opponent's bare hand close to his heart.

The calm and orderly heartbeat proved that he was not lying.

Silently, bring up the Explorer panel.

【Rhaegar Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)

Bloodline: Dragonborn (+62%)

Runes: Bronze (green), Ouroboros (blue), Dream-eating Toad (purple)

Blood Witchcraft: Binding Spell (Blue), Dance of Dragons (Purple)…

Relics: Blood and Fire, Vision of Dreams, Pure Water...

Comment: "Ancient bloodline, good at making up for shortcomings."

Rhaegar paid attention to the bloodline column, and the purity of the bloodline improved again.

Purified from 61% to 62%, the "+" before the number still exists.

"Dance of Dragons has greatly stimulated the bloodline."

Rhaegar's eyes flickered, and his gratitude to Denise grew to a higher level.

The other party must have predicted something before he tried his best to encourage him to listen to the Dance of the Dragon.

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"certainly."

Seeing the affirmation on Rhaegar's face, Rhaenyra breathed a sigh of relief and complained softly: "Daemon and Aemond, what do you want to do?"

The uncle and nephew fought among themselves and behaved extremely badly.

She couldn't reconcile it and started to go astray.

She fights whoever has the upper hand, trying to stop the dragon in a desperate fight.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Rhaegar knew how to understand his sister's heart, holding her delicate waist and giving her a warm hug.

I don't know why.

Perhaps the Dragon Dance is a piece of music to appease the dragon, or perhaps one can master spiritual power after dream walking.

Lei Jia put aside the chaotic thoughts and felt as calm as a clear spring.

He is not disturbed by anger at all when it comes to pseudo-dragons and family feuds.

Rhaenyra listened to the voice, felt her chest squeezed, and leaned unnaturally on her arms.

The feeling of being manipulated is both annoying and fascinating.

"Uncle, it was you who started the matter, right?"

Rhaegar looked indifferent and looked directly at Damon who stepped off the dragon's back.

Damon put his hands in front of his lower abdomen and said regretfully: "That's right, I wasn't decisive enough."

If that ugly mud dragon didn't run around, he would have a 70% chance of succeeding with Corak Xiu.

"Just admit it."

Rhaegar nodded, turned to look at the aggrieved Aemond, and said coldly: "You should be east of Essos, instead of leading the Dothraki cavalry to invade Meereen."

The culprit of this turmoil is basically judged to be Aemond. If he had not led the Dothraki cavalry to attack the city, the war would not have expanded and triggered a melee between the three dragons.

At most, the slave owners would rebel, which the Unsullied could easily suppress.

Emond listened to the accusation and retorted: "I wanted to help you, but Damon attacked me!"

"Oh?" Damon glanced at it and said sarcastically: "Do you want to take a look at the city wall that was burned down by your dragon? I was just attacking the intruders."

"Damon, do you think you can overpower me because you are an elder?"

Aemond's voice was solemn, and his one eye flashed with cold light.

"That's right."

Damon smiled, tilted his head and stared at his one-eyed nephew, and said deliberately: "So, what do you want to do?"

Uh-huh!

Aemond was furious and pulled out the sword from his waist.

As soon as the scarlet maker was unsheathed, the blood-red blood grooves bloomed with sharp edges, as if the smell of blood was permeating the air.

boom-

"You can't hold your sword firmly, you idiot."

Damon showed a look of success and suddenly kicked the opponent's wrist, causing the Scarlet Maker to fly into the air.

"No!" Imond was shocked. He didn't expect that the other party would not act according to common sense.

This scene happened suddenly, and Rhaenyra and Daeron were also stunned.

"Oh, two idiots."

Rega sighed sadly and said in disgust: "Let's all sleep for a while."

"Cuckoo."

The dream-eating toad came out of his head, a pair of dead fish eyes shining brightly.

Rhaegar put his palm under his lips, and breathed out gently.

call-

The invisible gas rolled up a whirlpool, which seemed to be mixed with gray gravel, drifting into the uncle and nephew's noses.

Daemon and Emond only felt their heads buzzing, and their bodies fell straight back.

Plop! Plop!

There were two muffled sounds, and the back of the head hit the ground accurately.

"magic!"

Darren exclaimed.

"Uh-huh." Rhaegar smiled slightly and ordered: "Take Aemond down and teach you two moves when I have time."

"yes, Sir!"

Darren was full of energy, picked up Aemond's dead body and left.

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief was confused and looked around at the people present, intent on rescuing the driver.

"Hiss—"

The glutton saw its intention, opened its **** mouth and roared.

The sheep thief immediately became obedient and shrank back.

Rhaegar was not idle. He raised his foot and kicked Daemon who was sleeping. He sighed softly: "When he wakes up, let him go back to King's Landing. Let's see how he can face his father."

He had attacked him before, and now he was attacking Aemond again.

He was not in the mood to judge his good uncle, let his father handle it.

Rhaenyra hesitated, but did not refute.

Dimon's temperament has improved a lot in recent years.

I have done my utmost to respect her and Rhaegar.

Just like Aemond hired a murderer to kill the white maggot, Rhaegar shielded his brother.

Daemon and Aemond were fighting among themselves, and Rhaegar was also reluctant to take sides.

It's better to leave it to my father who is far away in King's Landing.

"His Majesty."

The sea serpent came from a distance, guarded by a group of Unsullied ones.

Rhaegar glanced at it and asked, "How is the situation?"

He was thinking about ancient Valyria.

Reading Diana Fitznick's dream memory, it is confirmed that there is a dragon horn in the Land of Long Summer.

The dragon horn in the dream has the power to appease the dragons on the Fourteenth Fire Peak.

The internal strife within the family stems from the courage that the dragon brought to the Targaryens to fight.

If he gets a dragon horn, he won't have to worry about family members taming the dragon and rebelling.

The sea snake was sweating profusely and gritted his teeth and said: "The rebellion has been initially put down, the great lord and slave soldiers were arrested, and the Dothraki cavalry also left the city."

An army of five thousand Unsullied was enough to sweep across Slaver's Bay.

There are only two or three thousand people in Meereen, which is not worth mentioning at all.

Rhaegar nodded when he heard the words, and suddenly remembered: "How is Aegon?"

"Prince Aegon..."

The sea snake was speechless for a moment, wondering: "You'd better see it for yourself."

Rhaegar's expression changed slightly, and he turned around and mounted the glutton.

In the ruins, the broken golden dragon was seriously injured and whining weakly.

"Kage Yan, my Yang Yan..."

Aegon couldn't hold back his tears, lying on the blackened dragon's horn and calling.

"Hiss...ga..."

Yang Yan's vertical pupils were dilated, his body was in pain and he didn't dare to move, so he barely raised the tip of his tail.

The tail originally had a layer of pale pink dorsal fin attached to it, but now it is burnt bare.

Snap!

The dragon's tail slapped on the ground and slid gently to the driver's feet.

Aegon took a closer look and felt sad in his heart: "Yangyan!"

One person and one dragon were seriously injured, so they hugged each other to keep warm.

When Rhaegar arrived, he saw this scene.

"Stop crying, it won't die."

Rhaegar helped Aegon up and sighed: "I have a way to make Yang Yan heal his injury."

"real?"

Aegon was crying, and blood oozed from his bandaged abdomen.

"I don't lie."

Rhaegar rolled his eyes and summoned Ouroboros to treat it carefully.

Dragons are the ultimate magical creatures.

As long as he doesn't die on the spot, he can recover from any serious injury.

Big deal, he rides Glutton to Sothoryos to hunt some Pterosaurs.

It has good meat and recovers from injuries very quickly.

When Aegon heard this, his tense spirit relaxed and he couldn't help but feel dizzy.

I've been through a lot this day.

Entering the city, being attacked, in chaos, Yang Yan was injured...

It caused great trauma to his fragile mind that just wanted to be ruined.

"Go to sleep and have a good rest."

Rhaegar sighed softly, held Aegon in his arms, and rested his head on his chest.

As a brother, what can you do?

Aegon sobbed and murmured drowsily: "Mommy~"

Rhaegar:…

His face turned dark, and his heart was extremely complicated.

Allison is really not a good mother, and her children all lack love.

Among the children, Aegon, the most arrogant, had the deepest relationship with her and often visited Harrenhal.

Although they always quarrel and then break up.

"Aegon is also old, past the age of marriage."

Rhaegar was silent, thinking of today's danger.

What if the assassin's dagger hadn't been stabbed in the stomach, but had pierced the heart or wiped the throat.

He was about to lose a younger brother, and his family's bloodline was about to be cut off.

Thinking of this, the obedient look of Diana Fitznick flashed in Rhaegar's mind.

Bang!

Rhaegar knew it well and slapped Aegon on the back of the head. In his dazed eyes, he lowered his head and asked, "Aegon, do you want an extra wife?"

(End of chapter)

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