My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 93 Can the Dragon Scale Be Given Only to a Loved One?2

Ye Shen did not answer but countered with a question, the alarm in his voice ringing loudly, "How do you know this is a dragon scale?"

Si Mingjing’s eyes flickered. "Xiaobai told me. He said both he and his mother are dragons."

"This child is really..."

So utterly defenseless!

"You mustn’t tell anyone, or I’ll take your life!"

"Understood. But I think this might not be suitable for your brother. This is the love token Xiaobai gave to me; please give it back," Si Mingjing said, trying to snatch back the dragon scale pendant.

Before this, she didn’t realize that on Earth, dragon scales could only be given to one’s beloved.

She was a solitary dragon who grew up on Prison Star. She was still partly ignorant of her own dragon identity, with no one to inform her of dragon taboos.

If this pendant were given away, it would lead to misunderstandings with Mo Yinhe. Then she wouldn’t be able to clear her name, not even with a hundred explanations.

Ye Shen raised his hand high, denying her the chance to take it back.

"Dragon scales can only be given to one’s beloved. My sister-in-law’s beloved is my brother, so you can’t take this pendant back. I must go now, Miss Si. Thank you very much."

Ye Shen, carrying the Pentagram Dragon Scale Pendant, dashed off faster than a rabbit. He was counting on this trinket to save his life!

Si Mingjing chased after him. "Come back! I have other things to offer; this one might not be the best."

"How could that be? Miss Si, you must be joking!"

In Ye Shen’s view, there was nothing better than a dragon scale pendant—a true Shangfang Sword!

There’s a saying, ’You are my Inverse Scale!’ And another goes, ’Once you accept my dragon scale, you belong to me!’ His brother would surely like it!

Si Mingjing ran out of the small building and chased him all the way to Mo Yinhe’s villa, but alas, she was a step too late.

In utter urgency, Ye Shen burst into the house. Seeing Mo Yinhe on the living room sofa, looking as provoked as he usually was by Ye Shen, he bent his legs in an exaggerated fashion and, devoid of all dignity, crawled over.

Then, holding the Shangfang Sword high, he howled, "Brother, for Sister-in-law’s sake, please spare me one more time! Sister-in-law truly said that she wants you to protect me for life. She dotes on me so much; she definitely wouldn’t bear to see me go to the Mu Continent to be a hostage!"

Mo Yinhe snorted coldly, his aura frosty enough to freeze.

His aloof gaze fell upon the dragon scale pendant Ye Shen held up high, lingering on the glimmering dragon scales.

Though he had initially glanced at it disinterestedly, Mo Yinhe’s cool eyes suddenly became filled with a deep, tender affection.

"Where did it come from?"

Ye Shen reported truthfully, "Miss Si gave it to me."

Si Mingjing had just walked in and heard Ye Shen’s blunt confession, her eye twitching.

Si Mingjing hurried over, trying to retrieve the dragon scale pendant Ye Shen held aloft, but a pair of slender hands moved faster, plucking the pendant away.

Mo Yinhe played with the Pentacle Dragon Scale in his palm. Tears, without any warning, rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

"Yours?" Mo Yinhe’s throat tightened. He lifted his eyes to Si Mingjing, his gaze brimming with heartache.

What are dragon scales? They are the tough armor on a dragon, not easily shed. Yet this Pentagram Dragon Scale Pendant had five dragon scales attached, each one a piece of flesh torn from her body. Who had hurt her?

In that moment, a murderous aura erupted from Mo Yinhe. He wished he could grind the bones of the one who hurt her to dust.

Si Mingjing felt only embarrassment, afraid he would misunderstand. She reached out to snatch it back. "Give it back to me."

Mo Yinhe, however, closed his fingers tightly around it, his calloused palm squeezing slightly. His voice seethed with a towering rage, "Who hurt you?"

Si Mingjing: "..."

What was this man so angry about?

Si Mingjing excelled at discerning people’s thoughts. In Mo Yinhe’s eyes, she saw her own reflection and an intertwining, heart-wrenching distress.

Si Mingjing’s heart was struck. An inexplicable emotion suddenly flooded her heart.

Was he feeling such heartache for her?