There is always something wrong with the temple

In a quiet and deep swamp in the northwest, a huge dragon coiled outside, knocking on the door with its front paws.It's like holding a huge object and poking it carefully on a small wooden board.

"Wolson."

Constantine came to see his old friend for many years. He had avoided the ferocious soaked limbs and the mucus that exuded a strange smell. Not to mention that this lich lived in the deep mountains and old forests, and his own residence was also muddled. day.

Donald Doyle, the elf, was half dead with Constantine after one visit.

Knowing the cleanliness of the elves, the Dragon King didn't take this matter seriously at all, instead he patted his old friend's shoulder with a smile, "Then you couldn't see it, rolled up your sleeves and cleaned him up, and then was killed by Walter." Xun kicked out?"

Donald's face stinks.

This elf king is elegant and handsome, but his deep cleanliness will always flare up when he meets a few of his old friends, especially if he can't see it, he will help clean it up.

The beneficiaries of this "bad" habit: the dragon king Constantine, the companion orc Acrylic and the dwarf Letitia are all good things.

Only Walson, the Lich King, hated this habit, and even wanted to chop off the claws of the Elf King.

Every time Donald cleaned up the laboratory, things were always lost, and Walson could never find the experimental equipment and utensils he wanted in a clean room.

Alec laughed out loud. He was bold and unrestrained by nature. After he left his own race and met the dwarf queen Letitia, he resolutely abandoned his position as heir and became the queen's husband of the dwarf queen.

He is the only person listed by the Lich King as forbidden from entering the laboratory.

Alec felt the same way, and together with Donald, they had a good time complaining about their old friend.

To this day, Constantine still has a smile on his face when he thinks of that party.Except for Ferdinand, Duke of Blood, who was sleeping, and Lich Walson, who was not here, this was the most complete gathering they had had in many years.

But this joy gradually turned into worry when he saw the lich, "Wolson." The cheeks of some old liches were as pale as their race, and some withered fingers pinched a stick that could not see the color. The test tube sat leisurely opposite Constantine.

This is the only small living room where the Lich can receive people. It is narrow and warm. The fireplace is burning with a non-orange fire. Although the dark blue flame looks a bit weird, it is warm enough in this wet and cold swamp. .

"How long do you have left?"

This is a somewhat difficult topic.

The Lich replied frankly: "Two years."

Constantine was a little taken aback. They had known this number a long time ago.

This is a long time ago, specifically 4000 years ago.

The lich race is a long-lived race, and is envied by other races together with the elves, dragons, and blood races. However, the price of longevity is that they cannot have offspring. The birth of each offspring is extremely difficult, and each bloodline has its own. limits.For example, the dragon race is easily controlled by desire, the blood race cannot escape the blood, the elves are too desireless, and so on.

The lich family seems to be born with the blood of madness.

Constantine the Dragon, Walson the Lich, Conrad the Elf, Letitia the Dwarf, Alec the Orc, and Ferdinand the Blood.

They become friends in adventures and best friends in tribulations.

Their stories are spread on the mainland, and they are extremely powerful and wonderful existences in the eyes of adventurers.

However, the world does not know the greatest and least known deeds of this legendary team.

In their team, there was a seventh person who did not exist for a short time.

They met the Lord.

The Creator, the Creator, walks the earth.

They asked him for an opportunity.

The Lord has given them.

The long-lived dragons, vampires, and elves are still afraid of death, and the dwarves and orcs with ordinary life expect to touch the limit of eternal life.

They chose to live forever.

Only Wilson.

Walson's fingers rested on the armrest, and his left hand was slightly bent, visibly missing the little finger of his left hand.

The Lich looked at the Dragon King and smiled, "It's a deadly act to visit in the future. I might as well let Donald come over, at least he can clean up the house for me."

Constantine glared at him.

Walson was at ease, and asked the puppet to bring them the wine that had been brewed for an unknown number of years. The orange-yellow liquid looked a little strange, but Constantine drank a cup without hesitation.

If there is anything Walson likes, it should be wine.

He likes the tingling feeling when he is slightly drunk, which can give him more inspiration.

"Put this away for me."

Walson suddenly threw out a small box, and it spread unhurriedly to the dragon's chest. It was a very simple-looking little thing.

Constantine looked at the unsealed box, "Aren't you afraid that I might open it on a whim?"

It's not something that doesn't exist.

Constantine, who has been the Dragon King for 4000 years, does often owe money.

Walson sneered and waved his hand lazily, "This is for that one."

that.

There is only one specificity for them.

Constantine became serious, but saw Walson grinning sullenly, which was already an extremely revealing expression for an indifferent lich, "I captured a breath back then, and the only one in this box is that bit can be opened. You can try it."

Constantine: Try and die.

Walson had always been merciless against his own people.

He doesn't try.

Pooh!

4000 years ago, the 930-year-old Walson developed the life box. Since then, the lich clan can rely on the life box to maintain a long life span, and even escape from death when they encounter death disasters. Opportunity.

The lich clan has been strong ever since.

"I did it." Walson's eyes showed a pure and clean smile like a child.

"Help me tell that guy that Walson did it."

...

[Congratulations, the territory now has a new friendly town: The Silent Land! 】

That is the country of the lich.

Wu Su touched the bag.

Wu Su remembered the wedding invitation from a quiet place before.

Liches don't stay attached for long.

What he longed for, he got.

Wusu put the box in his pocket.

Five Su has a lot in his pocket.

Red fruit cake, a statue of a dragon head, a wedding invitation, and many other strange little things that Wusu liked very much.

It was Wusu's little treasure house.

just now.

Walson's life box also belongs here.

...

The territory of Wusu is a small piece of land.

There are many different people living and working in peace and contentment on the land.

When Ferdinand yawned loudly, Wu Su looked back at him.

"hungry?"

Ferdinand's blood-red eyes stared at this little being, "Do you remember?"

Their dialogue with Wusu maintained a certain subtle equality, and their respect was also engraved in their bones, even such awe.

However, when the "people" of the sightseeing group talked to Wu Su, they didn't know how to use honorifics.

It seemed that someone had forcibly broken it over.

Wu Su showed a big smile, "There are blood races in the territory."

He led the tour group into the warehouse.

Then a bag of blood was taken out.

There are blood races living in Wusu's territory. After Wusu finished reading all the illustrated books, Wusu made preparations for those races with special requirements.

Duke Ferdinand's space actually has countless extremely sweet blood. As the only surviving third generation of the blood clan, he was once the controller of the blood clan with tens of thousands of years of records.

Until he was tired of the times, tired of the same, tired of himself like stagnant water.

Ferdinand chose to sleep.

For the long-lived vampires, this is equivalent to choosing death.

After sleeping, the blood race cannot wake up again. They will not die, but they will no longer have consciousness, just like a long sleep.

But Ferdinand couldn't get this quiet after death.

——This is the gift of eternal life.

If it hadn't been for the bad-tempered stinking dragon that pierced through his bedroom (coffin) half a month ago, Ferdinand would still be longing for the silence of death in his sleep.

Ferdinand took the blood bag from Wusu, and his blood-red eyes were filled with rare waves. He casually tore open the blood bag and swallowed two mouthfuls, subconsciously muttering: "Sweet."

He likes sweet things.

Wu Su blinked his big eyes.

Ferdinand looked at Wusu as if it was just a random coincidence.

While they were talking, Constantine, who was not afraid of death, was teasing Mephisto, who was standing not far from Wusu.

Mina watching: ?

This is really not afraid of death!

Constantine circled around Mephisto, his instinct and prudence made the Dragon King feel the difference in this existence the first moment he met Mephisto... In fact, the one who had been huddled at Wusu's feet all along Cats are also this detached existence, but Mephisto is different.

Constantine could feel that extremely thin sense of familiarity.

As if they had met before.

The past is too long, and the memory keeps evaporating like the passing rain. Not everything can be described in the long scroll of history, and some inadvertent waves always disappear, as if they never existed.

Wu Su turned his head and looked at Constantine who was crossing the death boundary repeatedly.

Well.

Five sous small list.

☆Mephisto is a little upset.

But Mephisto wouldn't hurt the tour group.

☆Temporary.

A group of people continued to walk forward, and Mina and I, who were caught in a group of historical bigwigs, were looking at each other with their eyes, and then they were stopped by Letitia. The dwarf queen said with a smile: "Are you a couple?"

Her husband Alec is walking honestly behind the gray dragon.

Mina was a little shy.

Although she didn't know where this shy emotion came from.

She nodded.

Letitia's hair was curly and fiery red, and her delicate appearance was accompanied by a gentle temperament. No one could tell that she was a queen who once ruled the dwarf kingdom.Her eyes were smiling, "Then I will bless you."

The dwarf queen tiptoed and kissed Mina softly on the forehead.

For some reason, Mina allowed Letitia to move so quietly, a soft and ancient humming seemed to echo in her ears, as if a certain restraint in her body had been released.

For a moment, something seemed to be singing happily, and Mina's breath soared.

She's getting promoted.

safe.

Alec looked back at Letitia and Mina, and then looked at the elves with a smile.

I didn't eat eggplant and shivered for no reason.

Donald, the elf walking beside him, casually gave him a suggestion: "Alec is a fool with only strength, I suggest you run away as soon as you see him wanting to bless you."

I don't eat eggplants and look at Donald with a smile, "Otherwise, if you get hammered, don't go home and cry to your wife."

Constantine seemed to have heard their conversation, and after looking back, he listened to Wusu's introduction: "...This is the newly repaired library."

This library is not the library of the temple.

The internal and external libraries of the temple are not guided by Wusu, so they cannot enter normally.

This new library... No, it should be that the book lending room was built under Professor Mike's suggestion. After spending five sous and 1000 points, they had a brand new and spacious book borrowing room next door to the school.

Wusu carried most of the books in the library borrowing room back and forth like industrious bees, during which time Mephisto and Angus worked as coolies.As for Black, who is watching eagerly... because it occasionally spews sparks, in order to protect these precious books, Professor Mike hopes to let him be an unquiet bystander.

Wu Su waved his small hand in agreement.

There were people in the library borrowing room in twos and threes. When Wu Su came in with a group of people, several of them's eyes lit up.

Even if some people didn't see the appearance of the "tourist group", the news transmission in this territory is not so slow.

Constantine looked at the brand-new and vibrant library lending room, and the soft pointed hat suddenly stood upright.He raised his hand and pressed the brim of his hat, "Have you seen your old friend?"

The soft hat seemed to have its own perception, and after twisting twice, it continued to point in one direction stubbornly.

After getting Wusu's permission, Constantine went around there, and then came back with a thin book.

There is no name on the surface of this book. The cover is made of extremely rough parchment. There is only a hastily written pattern in the corner like a pattern, which is a bit like a name signature.

The elf Donald couldn't help laughing out loud when he read this book, which must be extremely funny for the indifferent elf.

Wusu looked around.

Even Letitia couldn't help curling the corners of her mouth, as if this was a little joke that belonged exclusively to them.

Wu Su was curious.

Wu Su glanced at Constantine.

Konstantin handed the unnamed book to Wusu, and he seemed a little uncomfortable, who was always free and easy.

"This is what I wrote before."

There was a shameful helplessness in Constantine's words, as if the dark history that had been silent for many years had been turned up again, and the feeling of helplessness and shame had not appeared for many years, and when it swept again, it made people Constantine was a little emotional.

The longer the years pass, the less there will be anything that can stir their emotions.

Wusu turned to the first page.

"Legendary adventurer popular science: use it for experimentation, even if it is a variety of weird creatures, especially if there is a lich or an elf in your team. The former needs the corpses of these things to refine, and the latter Those who like to be clean. Tsk tsk, this is a good idea to make the indifferent elves jump around!"

Five Su: ...

看起来曾经龙王依旧是一位欠揍手贱爱撩拨的好青年。

The good young and good dragon king looked at Wu Su looking at his black history in shame, and tugged at his beard depressedly.After pulling off two beards, he met a pair of sky blue dragon eyes who were peeping at him.

Damn!

When Black realized that his peeping had been discovered, he immediately shrank his head.

Constantine looked playfully at the shy little chubby dragon, and before he got up, he was stabbed by the blood clan Ferdinand standing behind him.

"Your nails should be cut off."

Constantine told his friends politely.

Ferdinand poked a hole in his lower back.

Ferdinand slowly withdrew his hand and looked at Wusu without squinting.

Conrad: Whoops.

Wu Su put away "Science Popularization of Legendary Adventurers".

This is a book about the mental journey of the young and irritable Constantine, which not only includes their experience in the adventure, but also Constantine's complaints and graffiti.

As an old dragon, Constantine's painting skills when he was young were really a bit... eating lotus root.

I eat lotus root very much.

As long as the graffiti and the marked text can match well, Wu Su will not say so.

When Constantine watched Wu Su put away this autobiographical book, he blushed immediately.If you want to come back, you don’t dare; if you don’t come back, you’ll lose face.

He quickly changed the subject: "It's almost enough to see here, why don't we go elsewhere?"

Along the way, they saw the alchemy workshop, the tavern, the hospital, the school's book lending room, etc. Although all these were very common, they felt a long-lasting peace that no longer existed.

Wu Su tilted his head to look at these distinctive beings, and when he was about to take them around First Avenue to the tavern—it was time for lunch—the Sanguine Ferdinand moved a little slower.

He looked at the picture outside the adventurer's guild - the warrior slaying the dragon - a little funny, "I didn't expect this picture to appear here."

Wu Su glanced at it.

Take another look.

Then the little lord looked at Constantine slowly.

Constantine looked at the sky and the earth, but he did not look at five sous.

This is not a painting by Constantine.

Just kidding, if Constantine's painting skills had reached this level, it wouldn't be what it is now.

Wu Su raised his cheeks and looked at this extremely bully-looking dragon seriously.

Occasionally, very occasionally, the seemingly slaughtered dragon on the wall of the Adventurer's Guild would step on the warrior with its backhand, making it look even more bully.

It is just like the image of the villain in the story.

Wu Su clapped his little hands.

So it is!Really like it!

Mephisto approached Wu Su, and gently touched Wu Su's curly hair with his fingers. He seemed to be combing Wu Su's hair very casually. The curly hair is tied back into a small tunic.

Wu Su raised his hand and touched his little cock, then smiled at Mephisto.

"It's Constantine." Mephisto didn't retract his finger after finishing the movement, but stayed on Wusu's shoulder along the way.Some kind of malice flashed in the golden eyes, but the handsome face still remained peaceful, "This is your image."

Connder looked at the picture of the warrior's dragon, and couldn't help laughing. The image of the elves completely collapsed. I remember the time when they rose. In such a short period of time, they possessed an extremely brilliant creation. The technology and abilities they created are indeed worthy of attention. Well, but at that time, Constantine was really not used to it, and he made a lot. Things that are considered bullies."

Like this picture.

This is a painting created by Lao Feisi, who was once an extremely powerful professional in the human race in the last era, and also the greatest painter of that era.

The warrior is of course himself, and the dragon...of course it is Constantine.

After Constantine knew about the painting, he took advantage of Lao Feisi's death to steal the painting, and then covered it with another layer of painting, which made the painting alive to a certain extent.

For example, the dragon that is about to be slaughtered will occasionally step on the warrior in stages.

It's like some kind of childish revenge.

Constantine coughed twice, glanced at Mephisto's hand on Wusu's shoulder, and then said calmly: "Who is that guy Laofeisi before he died?" The last painting will come to tarnish my image."

Donald sneered at Constantine relentlessly, "Don't you deserve it? If you hadn't been trying to steal other people's treasures, who would offend the king of the Dragon Clan for no reason?"

Constantine: "...Who would know that the treasure Lao Feisi has been claiming is actually his daughter?! If it weren't for this, I would go crazy to steal a human woman! Am I demented?!"

The old Dragon King pressed loudly, trying to cover up his mistake with the volume of his voice.

Ferdinand: "Ha ha."

They deftly tease each other, and those seemingly precious and important names are just like dust among old friends.

Let alone image.

They witnessed each other's past.

In the long years, only their mutual existence is eternal.

This is the cruel tenderness of gift-giving.

Wusu continued to hold his chin.

Mephisto bent down behind him, and his cheek was extremely close to Wusu, although when he was about to touch, he felt that his ankle was bound by some kind of strong force that could almost crush.

The golden eyes knew it was the big tail of an Angus cat without looking down.

Angus is fierce!

"You don't have to be sentimental." Mephisto briefly covered Wu Su's eyes with his fingers, and those eyes, which were as black and clear as a pool of spring water, were covered in his palm. This extremely soft touch made Mei Pfister's senses were mobilized to the extreme, but the hoarse voice remained calm: "This is their choice."

Everything is never without cost.

Wu Su's small hand held Mephisto's wrist, and only gently circled it.

"Not."

Wu Su said in a low voice.

Not exactly.

Wu Su saw their purpose.

But, that would be the end of a long journey.

After Konstantin was stripped of Wei Guangzheng's outer skin—in fact, there was no such skin at all—he completely had fun.

Although it may not be right to use this word on an old dragon who does not know how old he is.

The sightseeing group seemed to be really just here for sightseeing, after Wusu led them around the territory on the first day.In the following days, they all integrated into the daily life of this territory very smoothly.

Constantine, Ferdinand, Konrad, Alec, Letitia...these are names that only exist in legends, and they are legends that have changed through countless stories.Now that these few people have just come out of the myth, the shock is no less than that of the people who saw the miracle come with their own eyes.

They surrounded the sightseeing group and were extremely curious about everything about them.

The rain fell again.

Wusu stood on the three steps of the yellow mushroom house.

The canopy is still working honestly, and the dense plants block the dripping rainwater, but they are jubilant in the vitality wrapped in it.

The rain in Mirkwood comes from the mushrooms in the Star Garden.

Those shimmering mushrooms are round and lovely, rooted in the starry sky, and they occasionally scatter visible spores in the wind.When those spores gather to a certain extent——

The spores turned into raindrops.

They dissolve in water and fall into everything.

Amidst the sound of dripping raindrops, Wu Su saw a tall and thin figure walking in the rain.

He was wearing a dark priest's robe, and the dripping rain tried to wet his skirt, but the two ends were separated by the ruthless shield, and could not touch his body at all.

Mephistopheles walked to the door and looked at Wusu who was standing on the third step.

Even if it wasn't Wusu's deliberate reception.

However, for Mephisto, it was a pleasant thing.

The beautiful creature bowed its head.

He took Wusu's finger and kissed the fingertip.

This habit is an action that Mephisto must do every time he sees Wusu again after Constantine has done it once.Even though they fought with Angus many times because of this, they still go their own way.

Mephisto is a jealous Mephisto.

He held Wusu's finger, "Why are you watching the rain outside?"

The big clock on the square struck several times, reminding everyone in the territory that it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

The rain didn't seem to be getting any less, and the rainwater falling from the canopy smashed a small hole in the soil next to the steps.The greenery surrounding the yellow mushroom house, even the buds that have just emerged are absorbing water freely in the rain, and the clown flower is among them.

Now the territory does not need the illumination of the clown flower, and even at the beginning, only one flower was needed.

But this ugly and wonderful plant is not discriminated against here.

Good-looking, bad-looking, magnificent, monotonous, floral-scented, a little smelly, these different plants live in harmony in one place, and there is no feeling strange because of these differences.

They are clustered together around the yellow mushroom house, the bodies of the plants are lying lazily, and the salted fish are absorbing nutrients paralyzed.

Wow!

So happy!

Wu Su listened to the cheerful and immature conversations of the plants, and pinched the tips of Mephisto's warm fingers.

"Wu Su wants to watch the rain."

Black didn't follow Wusu's side.

Blake is asked to leave by Constantine.

When Rua walked away, Black cried like a two hundred catty child.

No, the child weighed more than two hundred catties, maybe tens of thousands of catties, anyway, no one in the former territory except Wusu could lift it.

As for Mephisto and Angus... It would be good for Black to avoid them, let alone hold them.

Blake was crying subconsciously. This little fat man knew that the most useful person in the entire territory was actually the little Wusu. If he wanted to escape, naturally only Wusu could save him.

Wu Su comforted the soft and pitiful little consciousness in his consciousness.

Then put a hood over the little consciousness.

Ok.

That way it won't be too noisy.

Wu Su thought.

It's a good thing that Blake follows Constantine.

Constantine has what it needs.

In this quiet afternoon, even Angus was not there (he had to go to work in the training ground), Mephisto stood beside Wu Su and accompanied him to enjoy the rare beauty.

Territory changes are slow, but fast.

Turning back in time, it seems that there has been a new change.

[Congratulations, the territory now has a new friendly town: Alice City! 】

[Congratulations, the territory now has a new friendly town: Dragon Island! 】

[Congratulations, the territory now has a new friendly town: City of Fallen Moon! 】

[Congratulations, the territory now has a new friendly town: Sunset Plains! 】

[Congratulations, the territory now has a new friendly town: Generous Forest! 】

The city of Alice is the capital of the legendary dwarf kingdom, Dragon Island is self-evident, the city of the falling moon is the town of the blood race, the setting sun plain is the land of the orcs, and the forest of generosity is the habitat of the elves.

After a quiet place, the Darkwood once again has the friendship of the other five towns.

This means that the teleportation array that has been silent may begin to be useful.

Wu Su happily turned off the system prompt.

When Wu Su was happy, Mephisto was watching Wu Su quietly.

Mephisto witnessed the slight changes of Wusu with his own eyes.

From being completely pure and ignorant to slowly melting, and now almost no different from ordinary human beings.

like humans.

If so, Mephisto is willing to sacrifice countless lives for this.

If Wusu didn't like this kind of behavior.

Mephisto, who looks extremely decent on the outside, but is actually a peerless villain on the inside, looks at the falling rain expressionlessly and thinks seriously.

He also felt a certain riot and restlessness thousands of miles away.

That is resentment and resentment.

They couldn't help it.

Mephisto pursed his lips, and his half-smile didn't reveal his emotions at all, but occasionally made the liveliness of the plants around the yellow mushroom house stagnate for a moment.

This fell to Wu Su's ears, as if they were frightened by the Great Demon King so that they did not dare to move at all.

Wusu's fingers were still being held by the Great Demon King.

He moved.

The Great Demon King subconsciously clenched it for a moment, then let it go extremely quickly.

Wu Su didn't seem to notice.

The pitch-black eyes penetrated the rain curtain and landed on the temple behind the Corrupted Corridor.

There seems to be some kind of change in the temple that has been standing quietly for a long time.

And Mephisto has been standing obediently and naturally behind Wusu, as if nothing has anything to do with him.

...

The little chubby dragon crying bitterly in the rain was caught by Constantine again.

Constantine stood in mid-air without any support, and there were several people standing under his feet, including Marcus and Chicken McNuggets, who were watching.And this Dragon Clan has no intention of allowing them to watch.

Hugo licked the rainwater, feeling a little sweet.

Marcus pointed at several people around him. Except for McNuggets who came here by fishing in troubled waters, the rest are the only people in this territory who have the blood of the dragon.

The dragon clan emphasizes desire.

This desire is not only pointing to their desire for treasures, but also the Dragon Clan's inability to control all desires.Many of the legendary scumbags in those legendary ballads are actually the incarnations of the Dragon Clan. They really yearn for the desire and desire for union and the hope of giving birth to offspring.

But what is not in line with the legend is that although the Dragon Clan does have lust, they also love it.

After all, emotion is also a kind of desire.

And the so-called saying that dragons have many sons and grandchildren is even more fallacious.

Because of longevity, the Dragon Clan is actually having a hard time with offspring.

Constantine looked at the little chubby dragon who didn't dare to approach him, and smiled faintly, "Besides scaring you outside the baking room before, have I ever hurt you?"

Blake murmured, "A stealing dragon is not a good dragon."

The black dragon cub looked at Constantine warily.

This made Konstantin feel like a bad old man who stole children.

Constantine raised his hand and drew a circle.

A phantom like water mist appeared in front of Black, and the misty water vaporized into a picture.

Black looked at the scene that appeared vividly in front of him, and opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Wow--"

That is the picture of the barn, just like the picture scroll of the past.

Isabella walked back and forth on the first floor. That was when she finished her work in the baking room, and occasionally came out to talk to the guests.After all, this is a hobby, and the output required by the territory is not very large, so Isabella doesn't need to stay in the back kitchen for so long.

When Isabella, who had turned into mist, bent over to inspect the finished cakes, the counter facing her back was quietly opened, and two red fruit cakes floated out as if stepping on clouds, and floated unsteadily out of the window.

There were obviously several people in the baking room, but they completely ignored the two floating red fruit cakes.

After the red fruit cake flew out of the window, after a while, a golden brooch floated in from the window, and floated to Isabella's chest with the same devilish steps as the red fruit cake just now.

The exquisite brooch inlaid with rubies was automatically and spontaneously snapped into place, but as its new owner, Isabella didn't feel it at all. Instead, after inspecting this layer of cake, she continued to chat with the guests. Chatted.

Blake remembered what Constantine had said before.

"Who said I didn't pay?"

The black dragon cub gnawed on its forelegs, "Why don't you just give me the money?" It swung its big tail covered with black scales.

A little squeamish.

Blake stuffed his right front paw into his mouth too, or he would have jumped right into the mist and rolled.

"Because it's interesting." Constantine said with a smile.

Black, who was almost hacked because of this: ?Pooh!

Bad old man is very bad!

The bad old man laughed and held Black by the back of the neck, threw the cub who was still resistant to him, and turned into a huge dragon in the blink of an eye and flew directly into the clouds... Oh, there are no clouds in the Dark Forest , That is to go directly into the starry sky.

At the moment when Constantine disappeared with Black, a few scales from the huge gray dragon fluttered down.

It was impartially pasted on the faces of several people with dragon blood.

It was so tight that I couldn't buckle it down no matter what.

Before they could actually take off the scales, Marcus watched them all thump and pass out.

Marcus bit his cigarette and shook his head.

Tsk, this is probably some kind of inheritance or perception.

No matter what it is, it is a rare opportunity for them.

Marcus shamefully ordered the thin Chicken McNuggets to move the fainted people to the hospital, and then strolled back to the training ground with his hands behind his back.

The cat boss is here today, he has to go back quickly to see how many more have been poured.

Along the different footprints, the rain wets every inch.

It was already the next morning when the rain stopped completely.

Although it was morning, it didn't make much difference to the people in the territory. After being woken up abruptly by the big clock in the square, when many people climbed to the tavern to have breakfast, it was not surprising to see A table inside was filled with several legends.

Getting in close contact with the legendary characters was not as strange as imagined, and many people tried to take photos with them and sign autographs.

Mina, who was sitting in the corner, muttered, and could only say that star chasing would not make much difference no matter what era or continent it was in.

Her side is rare no I don't eat eggplant.

Only Alzu and Alyosha, not even Hugo.

Both are in the hospital