Chapter 214 Could It Be Hatched if You Don't Eat It?

The eighth son's face was extremely ugly, and he said to Du Ziyuan: "Mr. Shanfeng, although your work is excellent, it doesn't convince me to be honest, and I'm not a person who doesn't believe what I say. How about it, Mo Jiaolongdan I can give it to you, but you have to promise me one request."

Du Ziyuan didn't pay attention to him, but looked at Princess Nine: "You people from Qifeng Kingdom can't afford to lose like this?"

"Teacher Shanfeng misunderstood him. He is just an example and does not represent the Qifeng Kingdom." Princess Jiu shook her head, and then said to the eighth son, "Mr. eighth son, you should hand over the things first and then discuss your conditions." Well, as for Teacher Shanfeng's answer or not, it depends on his own wishes, what do you think?"

Being stared at by the Ninth Princess, the Eighth Young Master hated Du Ziyuan to death, but he still handed over the Mo Jiaolong egg. Originally, he took out such a precious thing to use this as an excuse to severely blackmail Du Ziyuan after criticizing Du Ziyuan's works as worthless, and he had already considered the means.

But who would have known that it would not count if he wrote a high-quality short story in 15 minutes, but there would be a monster waiting for him who could draw a top-quality short comic in 15 minutes. Now it's really a steal and a loss, and it's a big mistake.

Du Ziyuan took Mo Jiaolong's eggs, looked them up at the light, and said to Liang Yuxing: "Is this stuff better fried or boiled?"

"Why are you still thinking about eating?" Liang Yuxing didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Ninth Princess also covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "Teacher Shanfeng is really interesting."

Regarding this, Du Ziyuan had no choice but to say: "If you don't eat it, will it hatch? I'm not a hen."

Liang Yuxing: "..."

Ninth Princess: "..."

other people:"……"

The Ninth Princess smiled and said to him: "The Mo Jiaolong's eggs need to be mixed with dragon blood to slowly accumulate with their own blood. After about a hundred days of soaking, they can hatch and recognize their master, but they can't be broken in the middle, otherwise they have to start all over again. "

"Do you want to bleed yourself?" Du Ziyuan looked at the Mo Jiaolong egg in his hand with a disgusted expression, "It's so spicy."

[Give back the spicy chicken to me! ] Hachiko roared in his heart, but on the surface he still had to suppress his anger. He said to Du Ziyuan: "Mr. Shanfeng, I wonder if you can make a bet with me."

"What bet?"

"You and I are here to participate in the Qifeng Festival, why not compare our rankings in the first round." Hachiko said.

Seeing that he was so confident, Du Ziyuan also found it funny: "What about the bet?"

Seeing that he took the bait, the Eighth Prince smiled and said, "If my ranking in the first round is higher than yours, then you have to give me two treasures comparable to Mo Jiaolong eggs, otherwise I will give you two." He expected Du Zi A person from Aolan country doesn't have many treasures in his hands, so when he said that it was comparable to Mo Jiaolong's egg, he was actually referring to this egg.

He had already calculated that, except for this egg, Du Ziyuan would definitely not be able to pay off the rest of the bet. With this relationship, he would be able to attack Du Ziyuan directly without having to shy away from Du Ziyuan's merits. As long as Du Ziyuan's merit did not reach a certain level (he didn't know how much merit Du Ziyuan had), he could concoct Du Ziyuan however he wanted, if he dared to take Qin Jing's things, he would have to pay the price in blood!

However, what caught him off guard was that Du Ziyuan did not agree. Instead, he said: "You have to figure it out, now you are begging me to bet with you, how can the bet be the same, either reduce my bet, or you continue to raise the bet, otherwise there is no way."

"You..." Eighth Young Master didn't expect Du Ziyuan to say that, and almost cursed. But then he thought of his hole cards, and felt that he was sure to win, so what about raising?

So he nodded: "Okay, then I will offer you three low-grade spirit weapon level treasures to bet with you, how about it? Do you dare to accept it?"

"Three low-grade artifacts? Didn't you hear that Mo Jiaolong egg is comparable to a middle-grade spiritual weapon for a painter like me?" Du Ziyuan pointed at Liang Yuxing and said, "Three low-grade spiritual objects, you send beggars away." ah?"

"Then what else do you want!?" Three low-grade spiritual weapons are a lot of money for a marquis, let alone Hachiko is just a son of the marquis. He's ready to go into debt if he puts up that much, and he's not going to be able to reraise.

Du Ziyuan said: "It's very simple. I don't want your spirit weapon either. If you lose, you can dissipate your merits and pray for Haifeng City of Aolan Kingdom."

To Du Ziyuan, this guy's malice was just like it was written on his face. Although Du Ziyuan usually had a good temper, he was actually very vengeful. Merit is not easy to come by, but it is very easy to dissipate it. You just need to do some very wicked things, such as killing people maliciously, digging up people's ancestral graves and so on.

Of course, Du Ziyuan didn't want the eighth son to do this, but asked him to make a great wish to dedicate his merits and virtues in exchange for the people of Haifeng City to live and work in peace and contentment. Sea Breeze City was hit by a disaster just now, and although it got better after relief, there is still a big gap compared with before. If someone is willing to pray for them with meritorious deeds at this time, then all kinds of good things will happen in Sea Breeze City one after another, which will greatly improve the lives of the people.

"What! How dare you say such a thing!?" Eighth Young Master obviously didn't expect Du Ziyuan to be so ruthless. Merit is the lifeblood of a writer. Without merit, his practice will slow down, his luck will deteriorate, and even his family may give up nurturing him. This is simply drawing the bottom of the pot and hitting his vitals.

Du Ziyuan shrugged: "If you don't agree, don't gamble. You posted it yourself, and I didn't beg you to gamble."

Hachiko's face was blue and green for a while, but he remembered his hole card again, and his confidence rose again. So he gritted his teeth and said to Du Ziyuan, "You can gamble, but you must have a notary with enough weight! In the first round of the Qifeng Festival, people from the four major sects will come, so we will invite them to be notaries how?"

"Four major sects?" Du Ziyuan suddenly remembered Feng Muzhao whom he had met during the day, and nodded, "Okay, just don't renege on your debt."

"Don't worry! No one will regret it when the time comes." Hachiko said and left. It would be embarrassing to stay any longer. Tonight, he was humiliated one after another, and his mentality was about to collapse.

"Teacher Shanfeng." Liang Yuxing suddenly called out.

"What's wrong?" Du Ziyuan looked at him suspiciously.

He clenched his fists and said to Du Ziyuan seriously: "I believe, you will definitely win."

Du Ziyuan laughed when he heard the words: "Those who don't know think that you and I belong to the same country."

Is this guy really the strongest novelist in Qifeng Kingdom? But why don't you always feel like it?