562 Epilogue 4

Kunlun.

The Ninth Summit.

"Sis, isn't this too early?"

The Eighth Prince knelt on the ground and looked at Ao Longyu, hoping to negotiate.

"Get up quickly. How can the Eighth Prince of the Dragon Race kneel down casually? Get up quickly."

Ao Longyu couldn't move him, so she kicked the Eighth Prince twice more.

It was useless.

"No, I won't get up unless you take back the engagement." The Eighth Prince was a Heaven Immortal. How could he get up if he had yet to get anything from kneeling?

"Then let's discuss this marriage carefully." Ao Longyu sat in front of the Eighth Prince with the egg in her arms.

"Are you dissatisfied with this marriage, or are you dissatisfied with Yan Xiyun?"

The Eighth Prince thought for a moment before answering.

"I am dissatisfied with the marriage. I don't think this marriage is suitable."