Feeding Jiao

"It's you!"

A cool male voice came from among the dragons.

"Hey, little black brother, you are here too!"

The sound was getting closer and closer, and then turned into a heavy beat, hitting Jiao's shoulder.

Black Flood Dragon: "..."

He turned around and looked at the person with a sullen expression—an ordinary face with almost no impression.But the smile on the other party's face was so enthusiastic that Jiao had no choice but to suppress his inner dissatisfaction.

"When you and Qing'er were together the day before yesterday, you couldn't see through your true form. So you are also a dragon?" The mountain prison ceremony rarely invites foreigners to participate, and Lai Long seems to be sure that Jiao is a dragon, and his attitude is very warm.

Hei Jiao squinted his eyes, vaguely remembering that he had indeed seen this face on the road with Xiao Qinglong the day before yesterday, so he let out an inexplicable "hmm".

The other party became even more interested: "Which mountain are you from? Looking at you, do you belong to the White Dragon Clan?"

Hei Jiao nonsense said: "Small Yishan, today I was only invited to watch the ceremony."

"Oh." The dragon suddenly realized: "That's right, you are Qing'er's friend!" He smiled, blinked suddenly, and said mysteriously: "You are really right to come today!"

Jiao became interested: "How to say?"

The dragon raised his eyebrows and signaled Jiao to look up on the stage: "Senior Jinlong rarely shows up, so many monsters can't be seen."

Hei Jiao: "...That's it?"

Long Yi was taken aback: "Isn't this unusual?"

Black Flood Dragon: "..."

Long leaned over and whispered, "See that row of female dragons on the left?"

Jiao looked over suspiciously, and saw a group of beautiful women gathered not far away, all wearing black dresses, with a layer of even white powder on their faces, looking at their skin as frosty and snowy, it was pleasing to the eye.

"The dragons in Lingshan are really more beautiful than ordinary dragons." Jiao sincerely praised.

Long: "Is that right? But, they are all here for Senior Jin Long, no matter how bad it is, they are still like Brother Lan."

Jiao raised his eyes and glanced at Lan Shuqu who was sitting next to the golden dragon, and thought, it's nothing but a stupid dragon, when will he be no match for this kind of stuff.

"The right side too." Long pouted at him.

Another white-skinned beauties in black shirts.

Jiao glanced at it, and then again, and finally couldn't help asking: "Do the dragons in Lingshan like this kind of dress?"

Long showed a meaningful smile: "Hey."

Black Flood Dragon: "..."

The familiar dragon looked around for a while, then hooked his finger towards Jiao.Jiao hesitated for a moment, then moved his ear closer.

The dragon's lips opened and closed, Jiao's face became more and more strange, and finally even his expression was restrained, he just looked into the distance calmly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The young dragons in black and white skin all have good faces, staring intently at the position where a certain dragon sits on the high platform, whispering with their companions from time to time, and smiling sweetly in the direction of the certain dragon.

Hei Jiao looked at the white robe he had specially changed on, and couldn't help but rejoice that he had the foresight.

He looked towards Jinlong, and saw the light golden eyes light up slightly, with a gentle smile that couldn't be hidden.

Hei Jiao felt his cheeks burning for no reason.

This stupid dragon is so ostentatious!

He thought it was just his whereabouts in the hut that were exposed.Who would have thought that this group of guys who admire Jinlong would try to imitate him?

Jiao, who lives in simplicity and is obsessed with cultivation, is very uncomfortable with the frivolous atmosphere of the Dragon Clan in Lingshan. He secretly glanced at Jinlong, annoyed in his heart: I promised to hide his whereabouts for him, but now everyone knows him!

If he hadn't come out to go around the day before yesterday, he might have continued to be kept in the dark.I thought I hid it well, but in fact it was almost exposed.

The familiar Bolong was still chattering about Jinlong's great achievements. Nine out of ten sentences were about praising him, and the remaining one was about envying him.

Jiao took the trouble, looked around, and found that the rest of the dragon clan had found someone to talk to, and the chat was very lively.If the order is placed, it will be even more eye-catching.

But he really didn't want to continue listening to the legendary story of "Golden Dragon Defeats the Demon Flood Dragon", he just wanted to turn around and leave.The more talkative the tuberculosis was, the more excited he was, pulling Jiao's sleeve, his whole face beaming with joy.

The irritability hidden on Jiao's face could not escape Jin Long's eyes.

A few times, Jiao looked at him, as if asking for help

Jin Long stretched out his right hand, casually placed it on the small table next to him, tapped twice lightly, and glanced at the empty seat on the right as if nothing, with deep meaning, reserved and cryptic.

Black Flood Dragon: "..."

Jin Long sighed regretfully.

Jiao asked, "Why is there no movement in the cage?"

"Maybe he was seriously injured." The dragon didn't know, "Perhaps he was seriously injured by Senior Golden Dragon. What about the Dragon Eater? Thousands of years ago, Senior Golden Dragon was able to kill J by himself."

Jiao: "..." He also knew about Jinlong's reputation before, and he could be regarded as a respected monster, but he never expected to be so respected.

Perhaps it was because the golden dragon looked at Jiao frequently, the dragons who were close to him became excited.

"Senior Golden Dragon is looking over again."

"I specially changed into a black dress, and it really wasn't for nothing."

"Ah, he seems to be smiling."