Evil dragon roars ~ woo woo

Is it possible that they are really father and son?The Cyclops landed next to the young dragon's pillow, and found that he was still holding the gemstone it gave him in his claws. His heart was touched, and the slightly transparent pink tentacles curled up.

Cough, the young dragon seemed to take it to heart, and the one-eyed devil flew to his bed again, and fell asleep again with a subtle satisfaction.

A night without dreams.

Early the next morning, Long Ming lay on the bed looking at the bright outside, and yawned. He had just woken up and didn't want to move at all. The room the dark elves gave them was also very good. The bed underneath was as soft as cotton and warm. , smells and has a faint fragrance.

The one-eyed demon king saw the young dragon wagging its tail leisurely on the bed as soon as it woke up, carefree and extremely at ease.

The short, fat little tail is like a signal of his mood. When he is happy, he will flick it around lively. When he is in a low mood, the tip of the tail can hang down to the ground.

"Morning, One-eyed Demon Lord." Long Ming felt the sight of the One-eyed Demon Lord, and greeted the little octopus happily.

"Morning." The One-eyed Demon Monarch flew to the young dragon, and suddenly remembered a question: "We have known each other for so long, and you haven't told me your name yet."

Long Ming looked at it sideways, then sat up suddenly, approached the One-eyed Demon Monarch, as if telling a secret: "Then let me tell you, you can't tell others."

The One-eyed Demon Lord nodded: "Don't worry, I know that some powerful curse masters will use other people's real names to curse, I will not tell others casually."

Long Ming flicked his tail and said in a low voice: "I don't have a big name yet, I only have a nickname for now."

How can a good cub be a big name? In the future, he will definitely have a tyrannical and cool name to be worthy of the title of Master Evil Dragon, Long Ming thought in his heart.

"Then what's your nickname?" The One-eyed Demon Lord looked at him.

"It's a good boy." Long Ming said it, feeling a little embarrassed. His nickname was not imposing at all, but Gruolio and the big dragons were used to calling it, so he didn't plan to change it.

One-eyed Demon Lord: ...This nickname is really unexpected.

However, it is quite cute. The One-eyed Demon Monarch silently recited it a few times in his heart, and it was unexpectedly catchy.

"What about you, what's your name?" Long Ming took a yellow-skinned fruit from the small table next to him and ate it. Instantly, the sweetness filled his mouth, the juice was rich, and the flesh was soft and rotten. Long Ming took a bite, his cheeks bulging drum.

"I don't have a name, so I'm called the One-eyed Demon Lord." The One-eyed Demon Lord shook his little pink tentacles, floating freely in the air.

"This is a bit strange." Long Ming said vaguely, spat out the fruit core, and asked the little octopus: "Then do you want a nickname?"

The One-eyed Demon Monarch shook his head and refused: "No need, I am me."

It's a different kind of firework, Long Ming automatically answered the one-eyed devil in his heart, and was immediately amused.

The Cyclops looked at the young dragon rolling happily on the bed, but couldn't understand what he was laughing at.

Three days passed slowly, Long Ming counted the time and waited for the rescue of the big dragons, the bone dragon father also came to visit him from time to time, and Madam Rose specially gave him a luxurious side hall with gold coins and precious stones inside. He piled it up into a hill, and when the bone dragon came, he ordered the dark elf subordinates to let the vassal races play music and dance for them from time to time, and collected a large basket of books to entertain him.

However, how should I tell Papa Bone Dragon that the big dragons are coming to save him? Papa Bone Dragon really seems to hate the dragons on Long Island. Into the mouth, a little restless.

Long Ming was thinking about something, when he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening.

He looked up and found that they were two female orcs from the Night Rabbit clan. They looked a bit strong, wearing fluffy clothes, they looked tall and big, with two rabbit ears dangling as they walked, with hands and feet on their hands and feet. Stringed with golden bells, as soon as you walk around, the bells ring crisply.

Long Ming looked at the orcs of the Night Rabbit tribe who had kept their heads down and dared not look at him, and scratched their cheeks in embarrassment: "Are you going to do a rabbit dance? Just keep your head down and dance."

Madam Rose would often send some weak underground races to dance for him. These weak races looked pretty normal, except for a little darker complexion, and most of them were sensitive to light. Every time Long Ming saw them being stimulated by light, His eyes turned red, and he felt very guilty. He also thought about telling Madam Rose not to give it away, because he didn't like to watch it anyway.

But the One-Eyed Demon Lord told him that these weak vassal races only serve the purpose of amusing the dark elves in this city on which the sun never sets, and if Long Ming doesn't want them, they will be treated as useless items and executed.

Long Ming thought about it, but still kept his mouth shut.

Yesterday, some members of the Night Rabbit Clan danced with a rabbit. After the dance, Long Ming asked them to leave. Unexpectedly, they came again today.

The One-eyed Demon Monarch laughed suddenly: "I never thought that the knights of the Temple of Light would one day disguise themselves as men."

"In order to save his companions, he was able to bend and stretch. The God of Light will definitely feel gratified."

Long Ming was eating well, when he heard this shocking news suddenly, he accidentally bit off the golden fruit fork in his mouth.

What, are Sion and Alger at the bottom? !

Long Ming took a closer look, and found that their bodies were really similar, even though they were all dressed in fluffy clothes, and kept their heads down, making Long Ming a little unsure.

The two knights below also looked up suddenly, and looked at the young dragon sitting on the jeweled chair.

Even though his face was covered by thick make-up, and even his skin color had changed to dark gray, Long Ming could still recognize Thain and Alger at a glance.

Just when he was about to speak, Bone Dragon's voice came over.

"My son."

Long Ming could only look at the space crack that suddenly appeared. The bone dragon's father's eyes were too big, and he could only vaguely see the snow-colored bone sockets. What's more, it was a dark blue soul flame burning ragingly. The color of the hall was dyed light blue.

Long Ming flicked his tail, and called obediently: "Papa." Immediately, he felt that the bone dragon was more happy, and the soul flame rushed outside, and rubbed against Long Ming's cheek, warming it.

"My son is so good." Abyss Bone Dragon seriously praised his son before looking towards the hall.

"A member of the Night Rabbit Clan?"

Long Ming saw that the knight below became stiff instantly, and his head drooped even lower.

"Then let's dance with a rabbit, my son liked it very much yesterday." Abyss Bone Dragon gave an order in a low voice.

So Long Ming was forced to watch a hardcore mechanical rabbit dance with stiff movements like a clockwork.