When Wen Zilong came to the banquet hall, he saw a large open space on the left side of the banquet hall.
Wooden stakes were erected on the open space.
There are ferocious beasts tied up on it.
Obviously, this is a place specially used to tie a mount.
It's equivalent to a parking lot.
The mounts on the field are basically ferocious beasts from level seven to level nine.
This is equivalent to a luxury car.
At the entrance of the hall, four city guards guarding the gate stood.
The strength has reached the peak of the seventh level.
The only royal family who uses the seventh-level peak barbarian dragon as the guardian is probably the only one who has such a move.
The other barbarian dragons basically came on luxury cars, only Wen Zilong came on foot.
The barbarian dragons passing by said one by one:
"Whose flying mounts are? Why are you parked here randomly?"
"Why don't you park your mount in the open space there, and why are you wandering around at the entrance of the hall?"
"Brother Guard, don't you care?"
One of the four gatekeepers heard this and had to come to Wen Zilong and was about to take action.
But Wen Zilong flipped his right claw and a big red invitation appeared in his claws.
The Man Long, who was guarding the gate, was stunned, and took it subconsciously, and looked carefully for a moment.
A look of surprise appeared in his eyes.
He said to Wen Zilong: "I'm sorry, I'm rude, please come in."
Wen Zilong smiled faintly: "It's okay, I'm not despised by Man Long once or twice."
As he said that, he put away the invitation and entered the hall.
Seeing this, the other three gatekeepers asked the gatekeeper: "What's going on?"
The guard stared at Wen Zilong's back in a daze and said, "He is a Barbarian Dragon."
"Deformed Barbarian Dragon?!"
"How could a deformed barbarian dragon have an invitation?"
"Is it the son of a great force or prince or noble?"
Wen Zilong entered the banquet hall and saw more than a hundred barbarian dragons inside.
Each of these barbarian dragons was dressed brightly.
Especially those female barbarian dragons, they are dressed up in a colorful manner, and the shiny jewelry on their bodies can blind the barbarian dragons' dog eyes.
These barbarian dragons were all surprised when they saw Wen Zilong entering the hall.
"The one who can enter the hall must be the Barbarian Dragon. He is a deformed Barbarian Dragon."
"Yes, this must be a deformed barbarian dragon."
"How come he has an invitation? Could it be that someone made a mistake?"
"In my opinion, his invitation was either stolen or picked up. It's really important for the guard to check him."
However, although these barbarian dragons muttered, they wisely did not really find the guard to investigate.
After all, who can come here is not the Barbarian Dragon Spirit.
Everyone understands the principle that it is better to have less than more things.
Wen Zilong didn't bother to pay attention to them and sat directly in a corner.
There was a lot of fruit and wine in this corner. Wen Zilong didn't say anything and started eating and drinking first.
Not to mention, the wine supplied by the palace is really not comparable to ordinary wine.
The more Wen Zilong drinks, the more delicious he feels.
The barbarian dragons next to them only know how to eat and drink when they see this deformed barbarian dragon.
Moreover, before the banquet began, he started eating and drinking on his own, and he really didn't understand the rules.
Each of them had a hint of contempt in their eyes.
There was only one barbarian dragon. After seeing Wen Zilong, he not only did not despise him, but instead came forward and sat next to Wen Zilong.
He said to Wen Zilong: "I know my name is Bildagan."
Wen Zilong took the dean carefully and felt a little surprised.
Unexpectedly, there would be Manlong here to take the initiative to know him.
Then Bildagan seemed to see Wen Zilong's doubts and said, "That's how I am, I'm easy to make friends. There are multiple friends and multiple ways. By the way, what's your name?"
"Wen Zilong."
Wen Zilong replied simply.
Nabildagan also took a glass of wine, took a sip, and said:
"Have you heard that today's banquet is to welcome the third prince back."
"Um."
Wen Zilong was actually a little too lazy to respond to him.
Bildagan continued: "But I have insider information."
"What?"
Wen Zilong asked.
Bildagan Road: "The banquet where the third prince returns is actually to introduce a heavyweight big barbarian dragon to everyone."
"oh?"
Wen Zilong asked.
Bilda smiled dryly and said, "Of course, I don't know who the heavyweight big barbarian dragon is at the moment, but the banquet is about to begin, and we will know soon."
"Um."
Wen Zilong smiled faintly.
Isn’t that heavyweight big barbarian dragon just himself?
At this time, there was a riot at the entrance of the hall.
Then a few barbarian dragons entered the hall.
The leader of the barbarian dragon was wearing a brocade garment that only the royal family could have, and a jade crown that only the royal family could be qualified to wear.
He looks like he is about twenty years old.
However, Wen Zilong knew that his actual age should be over fifty years old.
However, Tusuxing, who is generally in his 200s, is actually very young in his fifties.
When the barbarian dragons around saw the barbarian dragon coming in, they all stepped forward to greet him:
"Your Highness the Little Prince."
"Your Highness, I'm so lucky to see you in my life."
"Your Highness, I'll give you a cup."
Wen Zilong was a little confused. Didn’t the emperor of Dongli Empire have only three sons? When will a little prince come again?
Could it be that it was made overnight last night?
That's not that fast either.
Could it be that hormones are used to grow so quickly?
The little prince was obviously a little drunk, with a flushed cheek and a little unsteady walking.
You know, the barbarian dragons who have practiced generally won’t get drunk.
And he was able to drink him like this, either because he was not strong enough or because he drank too much.
His tongue was a little unblocked. While walking inside, he laughed and greeted the barbarian dragons.
Bildagan Road: "Go and say hello to the little prince."
Wen Zilong looked at that guy's virtue and had no interest.
He said: "Who is this guy?"
Bilda smiled dryly and said, "Little Prince. Have you been drunk too? People call him the eldest son and grandson of His Majesty the Emperor."
"oh."
Wen Zilong responded lightly and then drank his own wine.
There is no intention to toast in the past.
Bildagan had no choice but to raise his glass and go over to toast.
The little prince refused everyone. In just a short while, he had already drunk more than a dozen glasses of wine.
He walks harder and speaks more vaguely.
A moment later, he suddenly stopped shaking and swaying as he passed by Wen Zilong, surrounded by a group of barbarian dragons.
He turned to look at Wen Zilong and said, "This...Whose flying mount is here, why did you run into the banquet hall? Come on Manlong, take him away, take him away!"
A guard standing in the hall trotted over.
He glanced at Wen Zilong and said to the little prince:
Chapter completed!