The Dragon Emperor Found Me With a Cub
Debris and freezing wind, as well as an overwhelming, draconic pressure, crashed down from above.
A tall figure descended.
Golden hair, golden-slitted pupils, and scales faintly emerged across the figure’s body. His features were sharp, cold, and utterly inhuman.
He was the Dragon Emperor.
He stood amid the ruins, his gaze like a blade, locking directly onto the golden tail around my ankle.
My brain was completely short-circuited.
The next second, a small, golden figure shot up from the bed.
The little guy transformed mid-air into his dragon form—a small, golden-scaled dragon—and blocked the opening.
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