Reborn Demon Lord She Holds the Invincible Script

Seeing Xiaolong happy, Yun Shu teased, "Do you like me? How much do you like me?"

"Um……"

Yun Shu originally wanted to tease Xiaolong, but Xiaolong seemed to take the question seriously and started to ponder while holding the jade bottle.

Finally, he looked at Shi Mo, turned around and rubbed Yun Shu's shoulder.

"Just like I like Ah Mo."

Not to mention Yun Shu, even Shi Mo who was far away was stunned.

No one expected Xiaolong to say that.

The voice of the Divine Phoenix Egg came from within the space, with a hint of admiration in his pride: "That kid named Shi Mo has done a good job raising this stupid dragon."

There is no shortage of precedents among humans of training spirit beasts as contracted beasts from an early age, and the trained contracted beasts are also very loyal.

But that kind of loyalty is more like that of a slave to his master, and Xiaolong obviously treats Shi Mo as a family member.

Due to the special nature of the contract, many human spiritual practitioners regard spirit beasts as slaves that can be abandoned at will, or even as shields in times of crisis.

Over time, this behavior becomes commonplace.

But spiritual beasts also have their own thoughts, including joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, so Xiaolong's behavior directly reflects that Shi Mo is really taking good care of it.

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The night was dark. Yun Shu jumped onto the tall branches of a tree and looked out at the endless forest under the moonlight. The ruby ​​on the pocket watch reflected the faint moonlight and swayed gently.

Because Xiaolong's divine beast power could not be controlled freely, the surrounding spirit beasts were frightened and dared not come out, and even the younger brothers that Liezong brought did not dare to approach.

The training had to be put on hold temporarily.

The pointer ticked, time passed slowly, with Yunshu standing guard on the tree, everyone's tense nerves relaxed.

Under the tree, Liu Rufeng mingled with the Mu family disciples, while Shi Mo held the little dragon and taught it how to control his pressure.

Yun Shuangxu hid in a dark corner, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yun Shu sat alone in a high place, independent of the hustle and bustle. When her mind was empty, the pocket watch floating on her fingertips suddenly flashed for a moment.

"Ok?"

Yun Shu opened her eyes, put away the pocket watch with quick movements, and stared at somewhere in the distance.

Cang Jue said that this pocket watch can be used to contact him. Now that the pocket watch is showing abnormalities, does it also mean that something has happened to Cang Jue?

The time on the dial is approaching the end, indicating that Cang Jue’s old injury is about to relapse.

Feeling a little irritated, Yun Shu took out Lie Zong who was sleeping in the space, left a sentence "keep an eye on them", and disappeared into the night in an instant.

Leaving the sleepy Lie Zong with a confused look on his face.

Yun Shu injected her mental power into the pocket watch, and in an instant, a vague connection appeared in Yun Shu's sea of ​​consciousness.

Yun Shu took back the pocket watch, circulated the spiritual power under her feet, and flew in the direction indicated by the pocket watch.

Beside a hidden stream in the woods, the water is gurgling and the bright moonlight is pouring on the water, making the water sparkle.

A snow-white dragon was lying by the stream. Its pure white scales seemed to be glowing with a faint golden glow, sacred and inviolable.

The snow dragon was breathing heavily, as if it was enduring something, and wisps of black air were emitting from the gaps between its scales from time to time.

This was the scene that Yun Shu saw when she rushed over following the connection. A snow-colored dragon with wings on its back was lying motionless by the stream, looking half dead.

Yun Shu called out tentatively: "Cang Jue?"

Xuelong exhaled a breath as a response.

Yun Shu instinctively felt that the dragon looked familiar. Her fingertips accidentally touched the Canglong Ring in her hand. She suddenly stopped and raised her hand to take a look.

Boy, exactly the same.

And this guy gave her a ring engraved with his true self?

When she thought of this fact, Yun Shu suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart, which she couldn't describe.

Suppressing the distracting thoughts in her mind, Yun Shu decided to deal with the current matter first.

"Cang Jue, how are you?"

The snow dragon struggled with its huge body and tried to stand up, but it was too weak and fell down again.

Seeing this, Yun Shu also understood completely that Cang Jue’s current condition was even worse than when they first met.

"This shouldn't be the case... Last time I helped you heal your wounds, your injuries should have gotten less severe, so why is it getting worse?"

Yun Shu was completely puzzled and didn't notice the flash of guilt in Xuelong's eyes.

He couldn't say that he had never reasoned with his subordinates, and that it was his own anger and rage that caused his internal injuries to recur prematurely.

Cang Jue closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, he still had some face to save.

Seeing that Cang Jue didn't react, Yun Shu thought that he was too badly injured to move. She temporarily suppressed the doubts in her heart and sat cross-legged by the stream, with the black hell flames burning wildly at her fingertips.

Yun Shu reached out to touch the dragon's head, but found it was too far away to reach. She simply grasped the dragon's horns with both hands, exerted a little force, and lifted the huge dragon's head and placed it on her thigh.

Cang Jue, who was still conscious, only felt his chin placed on a soft place, and his eyelids opened a crack, then he realized in surprise that he was lying on Yun Shu's thighs.

"Ho-!"

Cang Jue was so shocked that he even forgot to disguise himself. The skin under his snow-white scales turned red instantly. He swung his dragon head and wanted to stand up but he was too weak to move.

Seeing that Cang Jue was not obedient, Yun Shu grabbed the dragon's head. A crisp slap sound was heard, and Cang Jue's entire dragon head froze instantly.

After living for countless days and nights, this was the first time someone patted him on the head!

Yun Shu's admonition came from above: "You are in this state and you still want to move."

"Master Cang Jue, even if you have a strong life, you can't go through this, understand?"

Seeing that Cang Jue was honest, Yun Shu calmed her mind and began to concentrate on sorting out the violent aura in Cang Jue's body.

……

Time passed quietly, and the healing process was already more than halfway completed. Yun Shu now had her attention focused and said, "I didn't expect that you were still a dragon."

Yun Shu muttered, "But you look strange, what kind of dragon are you?"

"Ho-"

He is Yinglong.

Cang Jue opened his mouth, but he was too weak to utter a single word. He could only let out a hoarse cry from his throat.

Unfortunately, Yun Shu couldn't understand, and there was an obvious barrier between the two of them: "Okay, if you can't talk, just take a break. It won't be too late to talk some other day."

The dragon head lay on the boy's soft thighs, his eyelids slightly closed.

Is he old?

Thinking of the wanton and flamboyant girl when they first met, Cang Jue, who had never had any age anxiety, suddenly felt that he was old...

The violent atmosphere calmed down, Yun Shu withdrew her spiritual power and said, "It's almost done, Cang Jue, how are you?"

Yun Shu continued to ask, but the dragon on her leg showed no reaction at all, as if it was dead.

Yun Shu's expression suddenly became solemn, and she took off her gloves without hesitation to feel the dragon's breath.

A faint air current came from her fingertips, and Yun Shu breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, I'm still alive."

If I die, there will be no one to take advantage of me in the future.

Cang Jue opened his eyelids a little, just enough to see Yun Shu's gloved hand, holding a handkerchief and carefully wiping the fingertips that had just passed over his nose.

He looked very careful, as if he was afraid of missing any corner of his fingertips.