Evil dragon roars ~ woo woo

During the night, the snow fell harder and harder. Long Ming slept on the bed, and could even hear heavy snow falling on the stone bench, on the pine needles, and on the plants and trees in the small courtyard.

The heavy snow will fall on the bone dragon's father.

Long Ming glanced sideways at Satan, who was sleeping beside him with flushed cheeks, and stuffed his little scythe under the young master's pillow, and quietly dropped it to the ground.

Because there are many rooms, only Satan and him sleep tonight, and the big dragons and Oreoglu are next door.

Long Ming pushed open the door, and saw the snow-white head of Bone Dragon's father at a glance, and the deep blue soul flame was burning inside. Hearing the sound, Ludvia looked at Xue's eyes and turned to his son.

"My son, haven't you slept yet?" Ludvia shook off the white snow from his paws, and put the little dragon in his palm. The huge skull covered the heavy snow that was still fluttering above.

"Is it cold?"

Hearing Gulong's father's concern, Long Ming shook his head: "It's not cold, papa."

He is a dragon, much stronger than when he was born, and he is no longer afraid of the cold.

On the contrary, there is a lot of snow on the body of Bone Dragon's father, especially on the back skeleton, layer by layer, and there is also a thick pile of snow on the tail. The night wind blows over his skeleton, and occasionally there will be whistling noises. The sound gave Long Ming the illusion that Father Bone Dragon was the one who should be cold.

"Papa." Long Ming looked up at the snow-white bone jaw above.

"Huh?" Ludvia responded in a low voice, his voice faded from the gloomy indifference in the daytime, and it was extraordinarily gentle in the quiet night, with a hint of lazy comfort, as if he had finally obtained the feeling after a long journey. A resting traveler, lazy and satisfied.

"Papa, are you cold?" Long Ming knew he was asking nonsense, but he still couldn't help it, because the bone dragon's empty skeleton made it hard for him not to care in winter.

Ludvia suddenly laughed when she heard her son's innocent question: "My son, have you forgotten that I have no flesh and blood?"

Long Ming lay in the paw of Bone Dragon's father, his big golden eyes were bright and bright, without any sleepiness.

"Is there something on your mind that you can't sleep?" Ludvia lowered his head, rubbed his son affectionately, and suddenly remembered the parenting experience of the previous demon king in the abyss. There must be more communication between father and son, which will help deepen the relationship.

Long Ming didn't know why he couldn't sleep, he turned over, the cold keel was like a mat, making his thoughts inexplicably active.

"Papa, what were you like before?" Long Ming suddenly became curious about Gulong's father's past.

Ludvia pondered for a while, recalling the holy war, and glanced at the little young dragon again, his mature and hoarse voice seemed to be telling the history of others, revealing a plain voice: "During the holy war, I was Aize Rick's Bright Dawn."

"At that time, all the races of Azeric can fight each other for my favor."

"Perhaps because I spent most of my time traveling in the mainland, the dragon clan during the holy war may not know me as well as humans, but I have to say that the humans at that time were not inferior even compared to the elves. Thoughtful and decisive, although his life is short, he is as brilliant as a shooting star."

"And Hillier..." Ludvia was silent for a moment, and then slowly said, "Hillier was my only friend during my lifetime."

Long Ming sensed Gulong's father's gloomy mood, and quickly changed the subject: "Then Papa, you must look good, don't you?"

Ludvia looked at the human-shaped young dragon in his palm, and stretched out his claws to gently rub his short, fluffy hair.

Long Ming hugged the tip of Gulong's father's claws, and looked at him with big beautiful eyes: "Isn't it, Papa, do I look like you?"

"Of course." Ludvia said happily, "My son is the most beautiful."

"Is it the eyes? Are Papa's eyes also golden?" Long Ming was delighted.

Ludvia looked at her son's big round childish eyes, which were golden like the rising sun, full of boundless vitality, unlike the rich dark gold in his life, which sometimes turned red on the battlefield, Ludvia even felt that his eyes were red with blood.

"Papa, isn't it?" Long Ming couldn't hear the answer, so he couldn't help asking again.

The bone dragon's huge head nodded, with unquestionable certainty: "Of course, our eyes are similar in color."

"Then Papa's hair color is also black?" Long Ming's curiosity became more and more vigorous. What color would the bright dragon's hair be if it took human form?

"It's long dark silver hair." Ludvia replied in a low voice.

Long Ming touched his soft black hair, feeling a little regretful, but with long dark silver hair and golden eyes, Father Bone Dragon must be very beautiful in human form.

"Are you thinking about this problem by staying up so late?" Ludvia gently rubbed his son's head.

Long Ming's eyes curled up, feeling very satisfied.

"Go to sleep, I will still be here tomorrow." Ludvia put Xiaolong down, watched him go to bed to sleep again, and closed the door with the tip of his claws. He looked at the dark blue sky, the dark and cold soul fire Burning quietly, with the help of powerful soul power, if Ludvia wanted to, he could instantly devour those little soul fires on the ground.

Spar is of course on his menu, but only for dessert.

His staple food is the will-o’-the-wisps blooming in the dead river in the abyss. The roots of the will-o’-the-wisps are tied deep at the bottom of the dark and cold dead river, penetrating through countless bones and skeletons in the mud. The breath of death is like strands of wet hair, growing and entwining , Finally, will-o'-the-wisps were fired on the black river. The green will-o'-the-wisps were like fireflies from the human world, illuminating the dead river. Ludvia's palace was at the place where the will-o'-the-wisps bloomed, and his soul was nourished by the will-o'-the-wisps. The endless stream of death energy strengthens his soul, the abyss is not extinguished, the death energy always exists, and he is with the abyss.

Ludvia withdrew her gaze and slowly closed her feelings in the small room behind her.

The sound of Xiaolong's slow breathing as he entered a deep sleep was very similar to the sound of flowers blooming that he overheard once on the battlefield.

With a soft sound, the flowers bloomed.

Ludvia had a good night's sleep.

.........

"Papa, let's go, let's go see the Pope." Long Ming woke up early in the morning and remembered what happened yesterday.

He must know who lives at the top of the tower today.

"There's no rush, after dinner." Ludvia remained motionless on the spot, the sunlight fell on his skeleton, it was as white as jade, extremely holy, and it didn't look like it came out of the abyss at all.

At least the knights who were brought over by Priest Allen looked at the mighty and tall His Royal Highness the Holy Dragon with eager eyes.

"But I've already finished eating." Long Ming didn't know why.

Gru was also surprised, Xiaolong drank three bottles of milk, two pieces of bacon bread, and a few fried eggs for breakfast.

"There are also crystals. Crystals can be used as desserts." Ludvia actually felt that Xiaolong was still a bit thin, so it was better to eat more.

Erza took out a fire spar from the Three-Eyed Demon Snake and gave it to Xiaolong.

"Okay." Long Ming stuffed it into his mouth and tasted a hint of ginger. He wrinkled his nose. He didn't like it very much, but he could accept it. After tasting it for a long time, it still felt quite fresh.

Priest Allen and the knights had only one thought: the dragon family is really luxurious.

Because the young master Satan still needs rest, Long Ming pressed him on the bed to rest. Before leaving, the young master was extremely wronged, but he still gave his good friend the scythe for self-defense.

Holding the small sickle, Long Ming took it as comfort in his heart, after all, it is still a divine weapon.

When he arrived at the main hall of the Guangming Temple, Long Ming saw the closed gate.

Priest Allen stepped forward and announced: "Your Majesty the Pope, His Highness the Holy Dragon is here to visit."

There was a suspicious silence in the room, and after a while, Long Ming heard the sound of coughing.

He looked at Priest Allen.

Priest Alan was holding the Holy Book of Light, and he seemed to be teaching the little priests. His face was handsome, his golden hair was shining, and the tips of his ears were red: "His Majesty the Pope worked hard for Azerek day and night, and he was tired and sick last night. .”

After Long Ming listened to it, he remembered that the most famous thing in the Temple of Light is the Light Healing Technique, so the Pope is pretending to be sick, is it because his heart ached because he gave too many crystals yesterday?

"His Majesty the Pope is ill, since that's the case." Oreo stepped forward, his voice warm and clear, allowing the people in the room to hear: "Why don't you let me heal His Majesty the Pope."

Long Ming felt that His Majesty the Pope must think they were not interested.

"Cough, come in."

His Majesty's voice was weak and powerless, and he pretended to be quite like it.

When Long Ming went in, he took a special look and found that the holy light on the pope's face was a little weaker. Although it was still foggy, he couldn't see his face clearly. Long Ming rarely felt guilty. really unknowingly

"I don't know what's up with His Majesty Shenglong today?" His Majesty the Pope sat on the seat, next to a high pile of official documents, he kept writing while asking, looking very busy.

Ludvia took Oreo's glass box containing the evil spirit, and Brian was shivering in the box.

Carlo helped Lord Bone Dragon speak, in a straightforward and simple tone: "Your Majesty the Pope, we helped you catch a big mouse."

"Bryan admitted yesterday that it was the criminal who lived at the top of the tower who instigated him to divide the friendship between the dragon race and the human race. As for who helped it escape, there should be one person in the Holy See."

"We've got half of the clues."

Long Ming saw His Majesty put down the pen in his hand.

There was an eerie silence in the room.

Ludvia tapped the glass box with the tip of her claws.

Brian whimpered and made a soft and cowardly gesture, but refused to speak.

"Are you telling the truth?" His Majesty's tone was a bit strange, showing disbelief.

"Of course, the one at the top of the Tower of Judgment is the person behind the scenes." Long Ming felt that his guess was correct.

"But, the one on the top of the tower is not human at all." His Majesty the Pope walked down, a little disbelieving in the words of the Dragon Clan and Brian.

"Hmm... Is that some kind of magical beast or evil spirit?" Long Ming continued, "It's also possible, as long as it is an intelligent creature, there is such a possibility."

"No." Seeing that Xiaolong still didn't give up, His Majesty the Pope simply walked out the door: "Come with me, I'll let you see the one at the top of the tower."

Long Ming and the others followed the Pope without encountering any obstacles, and entered the tower smoothly, but the bone dragon's father was too big. Fortunately, the third floor hadn't been repaired yet. Ludvia flew to the third floor, and Xiaolong and the others After converging, they bent over and climbed to the top of the tower.

"His Majesty the Pope."

The knight in black who guarded the spire knelt on one knee, lowered his head and saluted respectfully.

"This is the Commander of the Judgment Knight, and he is responsible for guarding the spire." The Pope of Light made an introduction, opened the door and entered.

Long Ming and the others followed in. The space at the top of the tower was unexpectedly wide, and Ludvia stood up straight without any effort.

Long Ming only saw a mirror standing in the middle of the spire, nothing else, the spire was empty.

"There is no one on the top of the tower, only a mirror of truth that can understand the future." His Majesty the Pope stood aside, the plain rectangular mirror was like the fitting mirror that Long Ming had seen before, it was not like the one-time prophecy mirror. The mirror, not so fancy, clearly reflects Xiaolong's figure.

Long Ming blinked, and Xiaolong in the mirror blinked too.

"This is a mirror of truth. You can ask questions, but it only answers the truth." His Majesty the Pope introduced it.

"Only answer the truth?" Long Ming touched the mirror, and the mirror was cool.

"Yes." His Majesty the Pope looked at the Mirror of Reality and rubbed his forehead: "But it has a very weird personality, and it will only answer questions when it is happy."

"As for the last time it spoke, it is recorded in the Guangming History Book that when the No. 30 five popes succeeded, they said congratulations."

"As for the function of revealing the future, to be honest, I don't know whether it is true or not. Anyway, I have never seen it appear since I took office." His Majesty the Pope paused: "I once wanted to see the luck of the next successor to my position." Who is the son, but I didn’t see it.”

"Its temper is as stubborn as a rock." His Majesty the Pope complained.

Looking at the mirror, Long Ming saw the future written on the left side of the frame, and the truth written on the right side. He thought it was a bit strange. How could there be a mirror that clearly stated its purpose, so I almost told you that it was a mirror of the justice camp.

When it comes to the mirror of reality, Long Ming thinks it is mostly a magic mirror.

Temperament sounds evil too.

The big dragons circled around the mirror, but didn't realize what was going on.

Oreo and Gru stood not far away, looking at the space.

It really looks like an ordinary fitting mirror.

"Let's go, it can't talk." His Majesty the Pope didn't have any hope about this matter.

Long Ming touched the mirror again, a little bit unwilling, he hadn't asked yet.

His Majesty the Pope was still very patient with Xiaolong: "If you don't believe me, you can ask, but if you don't get a response, you have to leave."

Long Ming nodded.

He looked in the mirror and finally asked.

"Mirror mirror, please tell me who is the cutest little dragon in Azerek."

Mirror: ...

His Majesty the Pope: ...

His Majesty the Pope looked confused. He originally thought that Xiaolong would ask Brian who was behind the escape from the Tower of Judgment, but that's the end?That's it?Also changed the name of Mirror of Reality to Magic Mirror?

Long Ming leaned closer and looked at the mirror: "Mirror Mirror, please tell me who is the cutest little dragon in Azerek."

Mirror: ...

After a while, an ethereal male voice came out from the mirror.

"It's you, the mighty Dragon Lord."

His Majesty the Pope: ...? ? ?

If he heard correctly, this Mirror of Reality is blowing rainbow farts.