Don't suck me, I'm not sweet {wear book}

"So, Mo Shao plans to go to the Immortal Realm to rescue soldiers." Wen Nong caressed Baoya, who was sleeping soundly on his lap, and spoke softly to Lu Dao, "But there is no news until now, and life or death is uncertain."

Lu Dao leaned next to him, twirling Bucktooth's hair with his slender fingertips: "I believe that something in the fairy world has held him back."

Wen Nong was slightly taken aback, thought for a while and spat lightly.

"Maybe it's the mud bodhisattva crossing the river." Lu Dao closed his eyes and tried to activate the original spirit, "According to what Mo Shao said, now the demon world is almost controlled by Hong Zhao and the others. The whereabouts of Bai Yao and Lan Xiao are unknown. We are the only ones in Changli Palace A family of three is ready to compete with each other."

Wen Nong murmured.

Lu Dao looked up, leaned over and grabbed his ear and whispered, "Brother Wen, are you afraid?"

Wen Nong replied softly: "I love you no matter what."

Lu Dao took a breath, and was about to poke him when he heard him say seriously: "Besides, Zhong Mo's matter is very serious, no matter what we have to do, we can't avoid it."

Lu Dao: "...um."

Wen Nong immediately sensed the gap in his heart, couldn't help but laugh, and reached out to touch the top of his forehead: "Ann, you are the most important."

Lu Dao looked at him quietly, and gently arched his head into Wen Nong's palm, with horns protruding from his head.Two beams of spiritual sparks went up around the horns, and the two horns emitted a shining blue light, which stuck to his hand as before, exuding a familiar message of dependence and nostalgia.

Wen Nong stared at the horn, Lu Dao's dull hair stubbornly came out from the gap between his fingertips, and under the forehead hair was a pair of purely focused and dangerously focused eyes.

He didn't know why, but he wanted to cry so much at this moment, but he sincerely felt the happiness of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

Lu Dao lightly picked him up, covered the back of his head and kissed him calmly and long.

The sea of ​​consciousness between the two of them had synchronized ripples, and the two gentle voices merged into two firm words: "Don't be afraid."

"A dragon is guarding you."

"A knife protects you."

"we will be together forever."

Wen Nong's hands moved between his brows, rubbing the corners of his brows with love that grew stronger in the face of adversity.

Lu Dao clings to his hand: "Changli Palace can still persist, we still have time to deal with it."

However, as soon as the words fell, Changli Palace shook.

"Look at your flag standing." At this juncture, Wen Nong still wiped his nose and smiled, making Lu Dao's brows that were about to wrinkle in surprise relax instantly.

Baoya, who would sleep peacefully just now, suddenly opened his big eyes, and his red hairs blew up: "He's coming again!" He grabbed a father with one hand, and flew into the air with one flaming red wing, shouting in his mouth: "Daddy!" Don't be afraid! The big guys in the underground will fight against the big formation, and they won't have the strength to toss about it later. At most, we just move the corners of the furniture in our house, and nothing will happen later..."

However, the words were not finished yet, and the sound of glass explosion/breaking sounded one after another from the dense protective formation around the Changli Hall.The cauldron that scalded the hot pot at the corner of Changli Hall was directly lifted by the spiritual flow, and rolled on the ground with a grunt, causing corpses of furniture to strewn everywhere with its own weight.

Baoya was dumbfounded: "Gah?!"

Lu Dao murmured brokenly, "It's not that a family doesn't enter a family", picked up his wife and children and flew to the outside of Changli Hall, Kong Kong leaped straight to the steeple of the hall.Then, with a step on the ground, the blue formation instantly spread out like a circuit board, providing a foothold for the family of three.

Wen Nong felt a little dizzy standing on a high place, Ludao wrapped around his waist, the two of them met their eyes, nodded and looked down at the same time.

Baoya's sight was still limited to the Changli Hall under his feet, seeing the dangerous appearance of the steeple trembling under the influence of the underground vibration, his hair drooped: "What, what are you doing? Why is there such a big commotion?"

Wen Nong lifted the spiritual flow in the palm of his hand, and it passed in front of Xiao Zhengtai's eyes: "Look at the magic city."

Baoya followed the sound, because standing on the highest point, he saw the whole picture of the magic city in the strong wind with Wen Nong's spiritual power - there was a huge and complex circle array glowing with silver light on the ground, it was like It has been patched countless times, and the lines are numerous, stacked like a huge silver patch.

But looking more carefully, he found that the fronts in those formations were breaking one by one, the speed was getting faster and faster, and the number was increasing.

This ebbs and flows, which means that the big guys in the underground are getting harder and harder to trap.

Baoya's wings trembled involuntarily, his feathers rustled, and even his scorpion shivered.

Lu Dao casually rubbed his son's head, glanced at the sky, and sensed that the concentration of the spiritual flow sent to the guardian array had weakened.

"Suzaku and Baihu are in some trouble. Maybe it's because they have no strength, maybe it's because Baiyao Lanxiao is restrained." Wen Nong raised his hand to inhale spiritual energy into the sky, the long hair was messed up by the strong wind, and his voice was calm: "Just now The sea is not strong enough, I will make a patch to the three-party defense formation."

"Not long after you came back, I'll help you output." Lu Dao lowered his head and kissed the broken horn on the side of his forehead, then raised his hand and clasped Wen Nong's cold five fingers.

The concentration of spiritual energy in the sky of the demon world soared and gathered to form clouds, lightning flashed in the dark clouds, and the roar of thunder gradually increased, faintly mixed with the sound of the dragon's chant.

The two tried their best to absorb the aura and magic energy in the sky, and suddenly shouted in unison: "Baoya protect yourself!"

They clenched their hands tightly, and their faces were full of spirit patterns. They all used their spirits to the extreme, sacrificing their original spirits at all costs.A phantom of a murderous knife appeared in the large dark clouds, Lu Dao raised his head to the sky and screamed, and the red and blue Slaughtering Ancient Sword gathered together in the thunder and lightning.A dragon's chant echoed from the thick dark clouds, and a silver-white dragon broke through the clouds. The moment the ancient saber was slain on the plate, the dragon scales turned from pure silver to blue.

Wen Nong and Lu Dao roared at the same time, the Ancient Slaughtering Dao screamed high in the sky, the green dragon hissed, and a blade and a dragon formed by extremely strong spiritual power crashed down from the ominous dark clouds, roaring and smashing to the ground at the same time.Excessive spiritual movement caused severe pain in the spiritual orifice and temporarily blocked vision, Wen Nong couldn't see his surroundings for a moment, and his old waist was so numb that it could be said to be broken.Fortunately, there is a bonded partner by my side, so my vision will not fall into darkness.

The Guardian God Array that was on the verge of being torn apart on the ground of the Demon City was blasted head-on by these two sources of spiritual power that fell from the sky. Countless broken lines were reconnected one after another, and the uplifted chaotic formation was quickly flattened by the amazing bombardment.It was like a big hand pushing back the monster that wanted to get out of Pandora's box.

The sand swept across the ground, the buildings collapsed into dust and mud, and the demon city was instantly leveled in the smoke of spiritual bombardment.

After exerting all his strength, Wen Nong's legs went limp, blood overflowed from his ears and the corners of his lips, and he was pulled into his arms by Ludao.

A dull roar erupted from the ground, and a hoarse voice filled the world: "You can't trap me!"

Lu Dao hugged Wen Nong, who was overdrawn and fainted, and coldly announced to the ground: "With me here, your end will be death, besides not seeing the light of day."

The formation under his feet changed from blue to red, expanded and descended in mid-air, and then performed a seal to suppress demons.

Baoya, who hid aside, immediately spread his wings and flew to catch the two people who had lost their strength, and transported them back to Changli Hall.

Lu Dao staggered to the ground with Wen Nong in his arms, and asked Baoya to break the seal on the ground, and wanted to take Wen Nong into the underground place of washing the gods.

"father……"

"It's... nothing!" Lu Dao gasped, "Father's original spirit is very strong, this loss is not a...ball! You...you just help us watch the door on the top, we will go out...out later close!"

He was dizzy with a single sentence, and his face was full of worry. Lu Dao turned around and raised his jaw at him, turned around and hugged Wen Nong tightly, and went straight to the ground.

It wasn't until the gate on the stairs was closed that Lu Dao coughed out a sound. He didn't even have the strength to teleport, and he stumbled to the edge of the refreshing water with Wen Nong in his arms.He tried the hot spring, and with all his strength, he pumped out half of the water to empty it, and then sent Wen Nong in to sit down.

After finishing all this, he lay on his back on the ground and gasped prostratedly. After exhaling a few breaths, he turned over like a pancake again, lying on the edge, gently shaking Wen Nong in the water, calling him softly.

Wen Nong sat paralyzed in the water, the hot spring came to his chest, and his whole body glowed after a while.

Lu Dao looked at him for a long time, then squirmed and kissed him.I don't know what was the reaction to this kiss, Wen Nong suddenly turned into a white dragon with a bang, and he was wronged and huddled in the pool.

Lu Dao was stunned for a while, then he hurriedly put down the water for washing the gods hanging in mid-air, and controlled it to flow over Bailong's body.Looking at the dragon, he couldn't help feeling sour, he hesitated for a long time, and finally stretched out a salty pig's hand to stick the melon seeds on the white dragon's big face.

Although he was over-consumed, his spiritual veins were strong, and the original spirit of half of the godhead was permeating and repairing the spiritual veins.As soon as his hand touched the white dragon, a steady stream of original spiritual power immediately transferred to the white dragon.

Bailong, who was in a coma, suddenly trembled, opened a pair of clear dragon pupils, and looked at Ludao on the land in the water.

The spiritual power belonging to the green dragon in the original spirit poured into the body of the current white dragon, like a key, unlocking the sealed memory that was damaged by the original source in the course of 3000 years.

The dragon pupil shrank slightly, and Wen Nong first saw the sky after the storm subsided, and then saw the face of Xuanwu 3000 years ago.

"Ask!" Xuanwu supported him, and the palm of his hand continuously sent spiritual power to his spiritual aperture, even when he was exhausted.

Wen Nong——Qinglong rolled his eyeballs with difficulty, and saw a dark, devastated land with mud splashing around him.Not far away, he sacrificed half of his godhead in exchange for a wise killing knife and knelt under the broken sky pillar wrapped in endless chains.

Qinglong's breathing became violent, Xuanwu touched his forehead to hold him in place, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't be angry. Your origin and godhead are self-destructed, [-]% of your spiritual veins are broken, your spiritual apertures are destroyed, and hostility enters your body. Don't worry about anything, focus on bringing the spirit into the body, and try to heal yourself."

Accompanied by these words is the return of consciousness, the pain is overwhelming, Qinglong can't even move a finger, and the breath is full of blood and pain, so painful that physiological tears can't stop flowing.

He adjusted his breath and looked at the killing knife not far away, his eyes were washed away by tears, and he saw the white-clothed sub-god not far from the pillar of the sky, as well as the gods and the seriously injured Candle Dragon.

Yashen seemed to have recovered a lot of cultivation, raised his hand and buckled the candle dragon, and the huge dragon body was caught in the air by invisible divine power.

"You used to be the dragon god who governed the world, but you stepped into the dark cave with a bright body." Yashen stared at it quietly, "You can never atone for the sin of betraying the world and destroying the world. There is only one punishment for you : You shall neither live nor die after this.”

His hands tightened suddenly, and the dying dragon in the air suddenly turned into a red-black miscellaneous dragon with thick arms, and slowly turned into a walking stick amidst weak neighing and painful cries.

Yashen pointed at each other, and the cane fell into the crack of the ground, splashing lava like fire.

Qinglong made a weak sound from his throat, as if he had a piece of hot coal in his mouth.

After the Yashen executed the traitor, he turned and walked towards Killing Dao kneeling in endless chains.

"You have accomplished the task entrusted by heaven and earth brilliantly, and you are worthy of being the magic sword of killing gods." Yashen put his hand on his head, and the surrounding spiritual flow fluctuated greatly, "However, the nature is fixed, and the magic knife is born Doomed to drink blood, you are contrary to the way of heaven, and you cannot survive in the world at all. Now, you should transform back into the form of a magic weapon, and suppress the evil of the world with the body of the ancient sword—"

Qinglong's chapped lips trembled, and shocking blood gushed from the corners of his lips.Xuanwu held him down and roared, "Don't move!"

The blood-soaked throat uttered the complete words. The moment Yashen started to destroy the knife, the young man who bowed his head and knelt on the ground resigned himself to his fate suddenly raised his head, tears streaming down his dirty face.

"Road knife."

But he didn't dare to ask back.