That is the second word it wants to teach Chen Changsheng.

Night pearls, glass, rainbow, golden scales on the lake, burning evening clouds, or... light.

Chen Changsheng smiled embarrassedly, rubbed his eyebrows to make himself more energetic, and then began to try to imitate the pronunciation of the black dragon. For humans, the dragon language is really too difficult to master, even if he has a lot of experience, it is the case, and it has greatly damaged his mind and his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The most important thing is time. The Great Dynasty test is approaching, and the problem of marrow cleaning has not been solved yet, and the risk of death is right in front of you. Time is the most precious thing in the world for Chen Changsheng. Logically speaking, it should not be wasted on learning dragon language. You must know that this is even less meaningful than learning the art of slaying dragons.

But he did not refuse the Black Dragon's request, nor did he leave, and continued to study with concentration. Because he liked to study, and because he promised the other party - he did his own things himself, and he had to do what he promised to do until he died. This is a habit he developed since childhood. It is not necessarily good, but it is very powerful.

Although the underground space is isolated from the world, it is still cold, quiet and empty, even though it is shining with countless night pearls.

On the ground, Chen Changsheng was like an ant in front of the huge black dragon.

He was like a baby.

In the empty underground space, strange sounds sounded from time to time, and that was because he made the wrong sound.
Chapter completed!