The bad value system is measuring values.

Chapter 135 Storytelling Contest

Asdor: "Princess of Man, I think you have misunderstood. The word 'disaster' is more like a slanderous term used by the weak to resist, and I will not take it to heart. Besides, my strength is so great that I can raze everything they have built to the ground with the slightest movement of my finger. It can indeed be called a disaster."

Qiao Xiao: "Lord Black Dragon, you always talk about yourself so indifferently. You don't seem to care about anything, do you?"

Qiao Xiao: Let me make it up to you.

Asdor: "Compensation? Compensation for what?"

Qiao Xiao smiled, but immediately sensed something was wrong. She explained with a smile, "You've gone to so much trouble to save me, so I need to do something about it."

Astor: "I am omnipotent, and I have obtained everything I desire."

Qiao Xiao: "My lord, you are even more difficult to understand than humans."

Asdor yawned wearily. "Nothing much, I'm going to hibernate now."

Qiao Xiao: "Isn't it cold going back to that cave, sir?"

Astor: "Hmph, I'm not human. I'm not that kind of person who has evolved to the point where I need an outer garment to keep warm in the winter."

Qiao Xiao: "The adults know this too. I'm afraid if they don't do something, I'll freeze to death this winter."

Astow: Fragile and ugly human beings.

Qiao Xiao looked at Asdor's disdainful gaze and felt very dissatisfied. "Your Excellency has gained more evidence that you have no prisoners."

Asdor: "I will take you to my cave, where we will hibernate together this winter."

In the blink of an eye, Qiao Xiao was taken by Asdor to that magnificent golden cave.

“If you must make it up to me, then tell me a story.” Asdor said this and lay down on the ice, his body transforming into a huge dragon that almost filled the entire cave.

Qiao Xiao: Doesn't he feel cold lying on these cold gold coins? Oh, I forgot, it's an evolved habit.

Qiao Xiao: "Tell a story?" She seemed a little confused.

Astaire: "I do not enjoy reading. Human writing is complex, and ancient books are replaced by ancient texts with the fall of nations. I am tired of them and do not want to appreciate the wisdom they convey. I prefer the intriguing stories told by storytellers."

Qiao Xiao: So, whose story would you like to hear, sir?

"sleep…"

Qiao Xiao: "Sleeping Beauty?"

Bedtime stories.

Qiao Xiao: "Once upon a time, there was a butcher who went up the mountain to cut down trees every day. He never stole pine cones from squirrels or damaged the hay from old cows. He would only occasionally steal bird eggs. The birds thought it was an accidental loss of their eggs and did not suspect him. They gradually became friendly to him and lived in harmony with him."

"Until one day, during a cold winter, the butcher knew he needed to chop a lot of firewood to survive the winter, and the animals also knew he needed enough food, so they all gave him their hard-earned provisions, including vegetables and fruits..."

"Soon a very cold winter passed, and the butcher was the first to wake up. He had had a pleasant winter; all the firewood had burned out. He patted his belly contentedly, then picked up his axe and left his hut, saying as he went, 'Too many bones to process, the old ones too hard to swallow, and the young ones all gone. Time to go find the next village.'"

"In the end, this place became a ruin."

Asdor had one eye open. His original form, a black dragon, exuded a powerful aura, and his voice was more mature and charming than in his human form.

Astaire: "Human bedtime stories? These?"

Qiao Xiao smiled and said, "No, it was just a partial change. Originally, the butcher and the animals survived the winter together and didn't die."

Astor: "And what else? These animals are not ordinary animals."

Qiao Xiao's eyes lit up. "I can't hide it from you, sir. These animals are actually code names for humans."

Asdor: "So, you're telling a story about cannibalism."

Qiao Xiao: "Yes."

Astor: "Humans really do kill each other."

Qiao Xiao: "You're wrong, sir. This is a dark fable about one person making a mistake and everyone bearing the responsibility. Besides, there are very few creatures in this world that can truly avoid killing each other."

Asdor: "Want to see how we dragons kill each other, human princess?"

Qiao Xiao gazed at the enormous, unmoving dragon body and thought: It must be spectacular.

Without hesitation, she replied, "Do you intend to challenge your own kind to a duel?"

"I'm not that boring."

He walked deep into the cave, and the mountain was shaken so badly that rocks fell down.

Qiao Xiao quickly followed. The further she went, the darker it became, almost like closing her eyes. She could barely see Asdor's dragon body, but his footsteps were extremely clear.

As Asdor breathed out, all the candles in the cave were lit.

A massive dragon skeleton lay there silently, covered in mud. There was no sign of life; the wind whistled through the cracks in the skeleton, producing an eerie sound.

Asdor walked up to the Gu family, proudly raising his dragon head, and introduced, "This is the former master of this land, Kao, who is also my nominal father."

"Human, I also want to give you a story."

"Kao is a very intimidating ruler, but things are unpredictable. He is about to transform into his final form as a dragon, which is the highest level of evolution after adulthood. Once he completes this trial, he will become the most invincible being in the world."

"But unexpectedly, the prophecy he encountered foretold that his newborn son would be the one to kill him. What kind of kinship exists among dragons? He killed his own son for his own survival."

"But unexpectedly, a few years later, a young dragon that looked exactly like his son appeared. As soon as he appeared, he directly challenged Kao to a duel. Kao was not able to defeat the young dragon and was defeated by his supreme magic."

"Soon after, the wounded Kao was killed by the previous generation of dragon-slaying warriors, and since then no one has come to this dangerous place. I naturally took over this territory. Kao mistakenly killed his own son, and I rightfully live here as Kao's son."

Qiao Xiao: "So, it was you, sir, who severely injured Kao?"

Asdor replied lazily, "Yes, human princess."

Qiao Xiao: "No wonder. I've always wondered why you didn't seek revenge on the Dragon Slayer. It turns out he wasn't your father."

Astor: "Revenge? Hmph, so-called dragon slayers can never defeat dragons by strength alone. Dragons have no natural enemies in this world. Humans are insecure creatures, trying to inflate their insignificant and pathetic abilities with non-existent achievements, despising authority. They can live in this world entirely because of my mercy."

Qiao Xiao asked in confusion, "Why is the master so merciful, allowing humans to remain in this world?"

Astair looked confused, as if asking Qiao Xiao, "Aren't you human?"

He slowly replied, "Because although humans are fragile, they also have their unique characteristics. They are a miraculous race that has survived for so long and left behind magnificent writings. I am very interested in human civilization. Otherwise, why do you think I would have learned to speak human language to talk to you?"

Asdor narrowed his eyes slightly. "I will continue to rule this land and not allow any creature to invade. As for those dragon slayers, let them continue to live in their fantasies; I can't be bothered with them."

Qiao Xiao: "My lord, I have heard that some brave warriors have come to invade your territory."

Astor: "They can't get in. I've set up a barrier."

He got up and left the deep cave. Despite the ground shaking, Qiao Xiao immediately followed him, at least hiding under his wings so she wouldn't be knocked down by the falling rocks.

She asked curiously, "Then, sir, will other dragons invade?"

Asdor stopped and turned to look at her. "As long as that dragon is terribly stupid, it will."

Qiao Xiao: "You're amazing, sir. You became number one in the world at such a young age."

Asdor straightened his neck, raised his head high, and said proudly, "Of course, how could those dragons possibly deal with my talent?"

Qiao Xiao pressed further, "I've been thinking about a question just now: how did you know that Kao's son looked just like you, and how did you know that Kao himself killed his own son?"

Asdor: "When a dragon touches its bones, its kind can extract some key memories to identify the master dragon whose bones are used to identify him. After his death, I placed his body in the cave, because that was the place where he killed his son."

Qiao Xiao: "Then why are there only his remains? What about his son's?"

Astor squinted at Qiao Xiao, "He's a butcher too."

Qiao Xiao immediately covered her mouth and stopped talking.