The demonic Dragon King woke up. He felt that he had never had such a good sleep since he was born. This sleep was really too good.
The demonic Dragon King did not sleep in any luxurious room. The place he was lying on was not a high-grade bed. It was just a patch of grass, a green patch of grass.
If it was an Earthling who had fallen asleep on the grass, they might have fallen sick after waking up. However, for the demon race, this was impossible. Not to mention the grass, even if they fell asleep on a big stone, they would not be affected. Their bodies were strong and no worse than the magical beasts.
The demonic Dragon King didn't open his eyes immediately. He laid there quietly and smelled the fresh scent of the grass. He felt so comfortable from the inside out.
