This damn cat

When Xie Lang fell on the dragon's back, even though there was a downward cushion, his palms and knees were scratched a few times by the edges of the dragon's scales.

The speed of the pterosaur was like a roller coaster, Xie Lang could no longer feel the pain, and opened his arms excessively in shock, grabbing the pterosaur's neck.

Until it fell back to the ground, the cat was still messed up in the wind with a dazed face, completely unable to think about where the dragon it was holding emerged from.

There was a light landing sound behind him, and the second uncle's voice came softly: "Congratulations to our little prince, he has finally passed the transformation period."

The injured aunt not far away immediately roared, fluttered her dragon wings, and staggered in front of the second uncle, not allowing him to hurt the prince.

The little prince... the transformation period?

Xie Lang supported the dragon's back and slowly stood up, looking down at the silver-white pterosaur lying on the ground, panting in pain.

This dragon is a little smaller than Queen Isaro's pterosaur. The head and wings are beautiful silver-white dragon scales, but the dragon scales on the right half of the back are sparse, and the exposed pieces of flesh are full of blood.

Xie Lang thought it was blood from his cut hand, but when he straightened up, he realized that his t-shirt was also stained with blood.

It's the baby dragon that's bleeding.

It seemed that the cub was ripped out of the eggshell before the dragon scales were fully developed. At this moment, it was closing its eyes, lying on the ground dying, and even breathing with a painful little grunt.

In an instant, several images flashed through Xie Lang's mind - the helicopter carrying the prince flying back, broke away from the second uncle's hand and fell to the ground, with a loud noise, the cabin door was knocked open, and the silver-white pterodactyl like rushing over...

caught him.

"Your Highness...is that you?" Xie Lang raised his hand tremblingly, and stroked the young dragon's head along the scales.

The young dragon didn't have the strength to respond, still panting in pain, but opened his eyes.

The familiar light amber pupils made Xie Lang's heart tighten suddenly, his eyes were red instantly, and he rolled down from the dragon's back in panic, trying to stop the blood oozing from the dragon's back on the right side with his hands, "Why don't you Your Highness? Your back is bleeding...Hurry up, hurry up! Come on! Don't sleep! Lu Ziyao! Wake up!"

Lu Chenxiao behind him sneered, this little guy was actually a mutant pterosaur.

Tai Zu was a silver-white pterosaur. Later generations of scientists studied the scales left by Tai Zu when they changed their scales, and found that the atomic structure of its dragon scales mutated, forming a harder silver-white substance.

Because the growth period of this element is relatively slow, the transformation period of mutant pterosaurs is often delayed by about five years.

Unexpectedly, this kid actually transformed two years in advance, which is similar to a fetus that was born several months prematurely. Maybe he died directly without his hands.

In this way, Ah Tong has no reason to blame him, it is God's will, only he can ascend to the throne of Oga.

"What's the matter?" Lu Chenxiao pretended to be concerned and told Wen Qiutong: "Sister, take a quick look at Ziyao, he seems very uncomfortable."

"What's wrong with him!" Wen Qiutong flew to the ground in a panic, but the elevator of the research institute was blown up. She couldn't find a place to climb, and she couldn't see what happened to her son at this moment, so she could only helplessly. Helplessly asking for help: "Shen Xiao! I want to go up and have a look! Don't hurt him, you...um..."

Wen Qiutong's voice suddenly became weak, gradually unable to yell, and could only hum indistinctly, lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Feeling the strangeness of the woman, Lu Chenxiao's expression of watching the show suddenly became tense, and he stopped confronting the eldest sister, and hurriedly turned around to look at Ah Tong: "What's wrong with you?"

As soon as the words fell, two of the few people who had just hid at the exit of the second floor of the basement crawled out with difficulty, their faces turning into a frightening bluish white, and they raised their hands to the top of the basement, wanting to call for help, but silent.

Lu Chenxiao hurriedly swooped down and flew back to the basement, bent over to pick up Wen Qiutong, and flew back to the ground.

Two researchers who were in charge of guarding Miss Wen also rushed out from the entrance of the tunnel, and one of them yelled at the flying prince, "Your Highness! The poisonous gas has leaked! The poisonous gas...uh...uh..."

The two researchers were gurgling in their throats, unable to speak anymore, they only reached out to the prince for help in vain.

poison gas?

Lu Chenxiao looked at the woman in his arms in astonishment, and he was stunned for two seconds before remembering that he had just sent someone to send the flight attendants to the gas chamber.

How did they escape?Was the gas chamber door open?

Oops!

"A Tong!" Lu Chenxiao hastily laid Wen Qiutong on the ground, pressed on his chest for first aid, and forgot where he was.

With a "bang" gunshot, Lu Chenxiao shook his body, lowered his head, and looked at his white shirt chest in disbelief, which was stained with blood.

The second shot followed, but the soldier who fired the shot found that the target had disappeared, together with Queen Oga who had just been lying on the ground, disappeared together.

A prophet looked up to the sky, and saw the figure holding the queen disappear in a flash.

"He escaped! Tai Zu bless you! The traitor escaped!"

The few soldiers surrounding the basement relaxed after hearing this, and immediately felt the world spinning before their eyes, and their legs limp and fell to the ground.

Qiu Yan flew to the side of the little prince, trying to carry the young dragon back to the plane with his bare hands, tried twice with all his might, only to realize that he was thinking too much, and hurriedly turned around to ask Queen Isaro for help: "Your Highness has passed out! You must be sent to the hospital immediately Stop the bleeding!"

Because the coat was torn apart in a hurry, and now there is no clothes to cover the body, the aunt can't return to the original state, so she can only reluctantly rush to the little prince's side, and signal to the soldiers behind to lift the prince onto her back.

Qiu Yan raised his head and said to several elder prophets: "Evacuate immediately, you go first, I will go down to find His Majesty!"

An old prophet hurriedly stood up tremblingly, and struggled: "You take the little prince away! There is poisonous gas down here, let me go find your majesty!"

Qiu Yan hurriedly stopped the old man: "How can you afford it at such an old age? I'll just go!"

The Prophet pushed him away, and said anxiously: "My old bones are worthless. The Holy Witch is only a son like you. If there is a mistake, how can I explain to Mr. Qiu after my death! You go with His Highness!"

Qiu Yan refused, and turned around to let the soldiers fetch the ladder.

The soldiers who had symptoms of poisoning were sent to the shore first, and Qiu Yan led the team to rescue the poisoned hostages to the ground first.

Not long after, Queen Isalo had turned back into a human form and changed her clothes. She flew back from the cabin, flew to the basement without saying a word, brought up a researcher who hadn't fainted, and forced her to ask, "Was the emperor of Oga killed?" Where is it locked! Tell me quickly! Otherwise, I will throw you back and wait to die!"

**

When Wen Qiutong woke up, he was being carried across the bay by a man, not far from the small island in the distance.

"Is it better?" Lu Chenxiao's voice was low and hoarse, rarely showing any signs of fatigue, and he murmured, "Fortunately, the poisonous gas floating up is thin, so why didn't you tell me earlier?"

After Wen Qiutong regained his sanity, he was startled by the glaring blood on the man's chest at the first sight and shouted: "Where is Ziyao! What did you do to him!"

"Don't worry," Lu Chenxiao said with a wry smile, "This is not your son's blood."

Only then did Wen Qiutong calm down a little bit, and when he took a closer look, he found that the blood from his chest was slowly gushing out, already staining half of her body red.

"Are you hurt?" She looked up at him in surprise: "What just happened? How could I fall asleep?"

Lu Chenxiao opened his mouth, but couldn't stop coughing, so he didn't answer at all, and flew to the island at a faster speed, landed in a deserted street corner, put her down carefully, and said in a low voice: "Let's go!" .”

"Where are you going?" Wen Qiutong was full of thoughts about his son, wondering what the devil wanted to do when he brought him to this strange place.

"Go wherever you want." Lu Chenxiao took two steps back, leaning against the mottled wall, sweat dripped from his pale face, and soon lost the strength to stand, he slid slowly along the wall and sat down, bowing his head Muttering like self-deprecating: "Go and find your husband and children."

Wen Qiutong looked down at the man sitting on the ground vigilantly, wondering if he was testing himself again, "I said I would stay by your side."

"I have already failed." Lu Chenxiao lowered his head and said lightly: "They will return to the country with the evidence, take back my power, and send me to the royal court to stand trial with the third child."

After finishing speaking, he snorted coldly with disdain: "I won't give them a chance to humiliate me, just leave it alone."

Wen Qiutong's face was full of astonishment, not knowing whether what he said was true or not.

This man has always been very deep in the city, and he will never know whether his mask has been taken off, but at this moment, he seems to be seriously injured, not like he is acting.

Wen Qiutong relaxed his vigilance a little, knelt beside the man, hesitated for a moment, raised his hand to press his wound: "How did you get hurt?"

This is really unreasonable, bullets can't hurt pterosaurs, unless they are defenseless, and Lu Chenxiao is a person who can't even sleep without defense.

"Don't pretend to care." Lu Chenxiao slowly raised his head, leaning his head against the wall, and looked at her with a hopeless smile: "It's over, I'm the loser, you married the wrong person."

Wen Qiutong was stunned for a moment, and finally believed a little bit, maybe some accident made him relax his vigilance and got shot, so he could only take her to escape from the deserted island.

**

On the helicopter, the military doctor was urgently stopping the prince's bleeding.

Xie Lang knelt in front of Lu Ziyao, and with his hands wrapped in gauze, he stroked the young dragon's head along the dragon's scales, coaxing softly: "The villain has escaped, we are about to reach the shore, we are here!" You'll be fine in the hospital, can you hold on a little longer? Be good."

Lu Ziyao was completely unconscious and unresponsive.

Xie Lang leaned over and hugged the young dragon's head, closed his eyes, and warm tears dripped down his cheeks onto the dragon scales, turning cold.

"You're really an idiot! If you can't change form, don't force it!" The cat pursed its mouth, lost the patience to coax the dragon, and couldn't help but suddenly went into a rage: "It's so embarrassing to laugh at me. It's the first time I saw dragon scales are bald. A pterodactyl that has been half-destroyed is so ugly! If it doesn't melt back, I won't let you pinch the pads again..."