Palm Dragon

Adrian judged by the dryness of his stomach that it was already time for afternoon tea.

The small round figure quickly passed through the intricate ornate staircase, and only a vague black figure was caught in the exquisite mirror corridor in time.

He had never felt so dangerous before, afraid to pant loudly, afraid that his heart would jump out with his breath.

He flew wildly in the spacious foyer until he saw the damn white mist gather in front of him again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The little black dragon wailed in his heart, and No. 12 stopped in mid-air and turned around.

But this time the white mist appeared so suddenly that Adrian almost bumped into it.

It seemed that the atomized vampires had lost their patience, and the white mist suddenly turned ferocious, surrounding the little black dragon.

In an instant, Adrian felt as if his body was entangled by countless invisible aquatic plants, and the speed of flapping his wings had to slow down.

Half of Lan's face appeared dimly in the fog, the corners of his mouth were still raised, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

Cold, looking at the prey's expression.

The little black dragon thought it was struggling with all its strength, but in Lan's view, it was just kicking its two fat hind legs in vain.

The blood race spoke, and the voice sounded a little distant because of the fog: "It's useless. If you are smart enough, be quiet at last."

The wings are captured, but the mouth remains free.

Xiao Panglong slurred his speech due to panic and anger, but the few curse words were extremely clear and loud.

Lan frowned, and the outline of her figure gradually became clear.

"I just want to ask you a favor, I will not deprive you of your freedom after the end." If you are still alive by then.

The seemingly endless struggle made Lan impatient, and reluctantly comforted the little black dragon again.

The struggle became more intense.

Lan didn't want to procrastinate any longer, his goal was just the fire dragon's blood.

Since Charmander refuses to cooperate, it is the same to take it away by force.

What's more, the illusion of the stairs can't trap the adult dragon for long at all. Now that the little dragon is in hand, Lan doesn't plan to waste his energy on dealing with an adult dragon.

And it's getting late.

Lan tightened the fog that trapped the little black dragon's wings and claws, and glanced at the hourglass timer hanging on the wall.

As soon as it got dark, the castle's self-defense mechanism went into a dormant state, and he was not sure if there would be a few more uninvited guests.

Adrian spewed a barrage of dragonfire in vain—still to no avail.

To make matters worse, Adrian found himself getting weaker and weaker.

Could it be that the mist of the blood clan also has the function of paralysis? !The startled little Panglong hurriedly held his breath, and soon his face was black and red.

Lan hooked his fingers easily, and the little fat dragon was lifted into the air by the invisible restraint.

The white mist transformed by the blood clan formed a dense net, with a thin line of mist attached to Lan's finger at the bottom of the net.

Adrian has been hungry for a whole day, and has been running for his life for so long. He has already exhausted his physical strength. Now that he is surrounded by the fog net, he doesn't even have the strength left to curse people. He can only kick his fat legs from time to time to show that he ignores Lan. The dissatisfaction that will drag along the ground.

This time it seems to be really bad.

Adrian lay dejectedly in the fog net, thinking sadly where this weird vampire was going and what he was going to do with himself.

I heard that blood clans would pick healthy creatures to bite their necks... The little fat dragon shivered.

what to do?Ferris is trapped, Yisi is not there, everyone is...

Little Panglong, who imagined asking for help from all the people he could rely on in his mind, was stunned when he thought half of it.

What are you doing?

Why only ask for help?

Adrian suddenly stopped struggling, and Lan, who was leading Adrian to the other side of the castle like a balloon, looked up.

The little fat dragon remained motionless in a struggling posture, his eyes straightened.

The vampires who thought Adrian accepted the reality didn't know that the little Panglong had started intense self-criticism and introspection in his heart.

It should be that since meeting Iss, Adrian has received unprecedented pampering and tolerance. This is different from Molly's distant concern. It is the tenderness that is really by his side and surrounds him all the time.Little Panglong, who had never acted like a baby in anyone's arms, took it for granted, and Mr. Noble (in some wretched mentality) was always happy to hold Adrian in his palm.

Is it too easy?

Because Is has been hugged in his arms all the time, the first thing I think of when I have a situation I can't handle is to ask for help?

The more Adrian thought about it, the more entangled he was, he almost forgot the existence of Lan, and began to cast aside himself.

With his appearance, how can he be called a dragon?

Seeing that Adrian didn't know what was going on, and suddenly hugged his head and screamed, Lan's mood improved again.

Sure enough, it was a strange little Charmander.

Turn around the revolving hall, walk up the particularly dark stairs because of its long history, and stop in front of a room with reddish-brown double teak doors.

After finally waking up from his self-pity, the fat dragon raised his eyes and saw the spells neatly arranged on the quaint wooden door. Those mysterious characters began to glow like midnight fireflies amidst Lan's low voice.

Even if he doesn't like magic, Adrian knows the basic formula of the spell on this door.

send!

On the other side of the door is the teleportation array!

In every populated town, there will be more than one place dedicated to paid express travel - exactly the same as the basic pattern of the door above!

Adrian thought of that weird red bat.

Do you want to be sent to an unknown place again with a "swoosh"? !The little black dragon began to struggle violently again.

Lan didn't care about the little fat dragon's resistance at all, and quickly chanted the last two incantations.

Then he reached out and pushed the door—

puff.

A light sliding sound of air interrupted Lan's singing, and the blood clan's fingers loosened.

Plop, the mist net on Xiao Panglong's body seemed to be torn into a big hole, and he was unprepared for the second time today and fell into a mess.

Lan squinted his eyes, and instead of grabbing the little black dragon who was lying on the ground and moaning immediately, he swept around behind him.

The characters on the door were still shining innocently, and the large corridor behind Lan and the stairs leading to the third floor were silent.

Even though the armor at the corner of the corridor has been through the centuries, the tinplate on it is still as smooth as if it had just been shipped out of the blacksmith's shop, silently reflecting a white light.

The beautiful vampire pursed his lips and raised his hand, a large group of bats appeared out of thin air, and rushed towards the stairs with a whimper.

Adrian stared dumbfounded at the bats who had played him around before, as if they had hit an invisible screen, and fell to the ground in a big piece.

But the sneak attacker just now had to show up.

"Ani?"

The elf who came out from the corner raised his chin and looked straight at Lan, holding a small white crossbow in his hand.

It was its reflection that made Lan notice it.

Not only that, but a tall figure followed behind the elf.

Adrian jumped up.

Ferris came out of that weird staircase too!

The tall dragon with ridiculous pink hair stood behind the elf, looking a little uncomfortable, but he was obviously relieved when he saw that Adrian could still move.

"Purification? It turned out to be an elf."

Without the gentleness he had when coaxing Adrian, now Lan's expression was as if a distinguished gentleman found a groom rubbed a piece of mud on his leather shoes.

Aini bravely made a face at the cold Lan.

The fires of Ferrez and Adrian really can't do anything to those bats, but the elves, which symbolize light and purity, are different.

As long as an elf's unique purification technique is attached to the arrow, Aini can easily break up the fog that Lan used to restrain the little fat dragon, and he can also add the effect of blocking bats to the enchantment.

It sounds easy, but even the elves don't master the purification technique much.

An elf appeared in the castle, and it was an elf who could purify, which was not what Lan expected.

Light is always the nemesis of darkness, unless the darkness is strong enough to swallow it.

Aini felt that the eyes of the vampire in front of him looking at him sent chills down his spine.

This kind of emotionless gaze was so cold that the fingertips of the light-loving elf numb.

Seeing that the younger brother he had just recognized had no missing paws, Ferrez shifted his gaze to this stranger.

"Your bat doesn't work anymore." Fire Dragon leaned against the wall of the corridor, poking a bat with his toes. "How about just handing over Adrian, and I'll make your death easier?" Lan blinked.

Almost at the same time, Aini also moved.

At least three inches of nails suddenly grew on Lan's slender fingers, brushing across the elf's snow-white neck.

"The teleportation of the blood race is nothing more than that." The elf, who narrowly avoided the attack, turned around and provoked recklessly.

There was a complete complacent expression on his face, but in fact Aini was still taken aback.

Although I know that the blood race is very powerful, but actually encountering it still gave the elves a big shock.

This speed is probably comparable to that of the Wind Elf.

It was because I was paying attention to the opponent's every move that I could barely dodge it. If it wasn't for the elves, the grab just now might have cut half of the neck off.

Every muscle in Ferris' body tensed.

The lightning-like mobility of the blood race is one of the reasons why the blood race has always been prosperous. Either it becomes an all-pervasive white mist and moves wherever it wants, or it can move instantly.

Judging from the situation of the little fat man just now, this vampire is obviously still able to atomize.

Ferris frowned deeply.

He had never heard of a vampire who could both teleport and atomize!

...how did Ani do it?

Adrian rubbed his eyes with his paws, he swore he didn't blink at all just now!

Even with the eyesight that the dragon is proud of, he can still barely see the shadow of Aini avoiding Lan when he is rushing towards Aini.

And when Lan next to him made a move, he didn't know at all.

Before Adrian could figure it out, Lan, who had jumped into the air, disappeared in place again.

Instead of running, Aini took a step back, slamming his body into an incredible angle, and Lan's nails swept across his face.

When Lan withdrew his hand, a drop of red blood dripped out of Aini's rather small tip.

Lan tilted her head to look at the blood on her nails, and that innocent charm appeared on her face again.

"The elf's blood... is more fragrant than expected."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lan turned around with lightning speed, just enough to avoid Ferris' fist wind, and the thin robe was raised in a graceful arc.