Accidentally raised the dragon crookedly

The normally cloudless clear sky suddenly shrouded in a layer of dark gray light, following the day from the horizon, the cold wind blowing the towering leaves into the clouds, the leaves fluttered and circled as if welcoming something.

A huge black shadow tore through the sky, and the mocking dragon howled rushed out of the darkness.

In front of the Dragon Temple, four people stood side by side with serious expressions.

"Witchell, long time no see."

Some panting voices broke this weird balance, and Rosa took a step forward with a cane, with a gentle and firm smile on her face.

A black dragon violently sprayed a mouthful of dragon flames towards her face, and Rosa didn't hide.

The bundle of dragon flames gradually disappeared in front of her, and Nolan next to her let go of the hand that was about to draw the sword.

The black dragon watched them quietly, and suddenly transformed into a human figure and landed on the ground.

His gray-black hair reached his waist, and his silver-gray pupils gleamed with a sinister light. His expression was so proud that he didn't pay attention to anyone. He took two steps forward in his high boots, with a pair of earrings hanging from his ears. The blood-red beads shook.

Seeing the sudden alertness of several people, he gritted his teeth and mocked, "Long time no see... Is this how the elders welcome me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the wind knife like a sharp blade slashed across.

Wigg blocked the knife and said in a deep voice, "Witchell, do you want to declare war on us?"

Witchell spat in disdain, turned the bone chain on his wrist and said provocatively: "You don't have that ability... Four ants combined can't beat me." Niman raised his eyebrows.

Told him to come and try if he had the guts.

Niman's hands were trembling with anger, and he shouted angrily, "Witchell! Don't be self-righteous! I will definitely kill you with my own hands in the future!"

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, idiot." Witchell scratched his hair irritably, his eyes darkened, and a string of ice spikes suddenly appeared under Viger's feet, almost piercing the soles of his feet .

"you……!"

"Hey, Wigg, where is that guy now?" Witchell flashed in front of Wigg, and asked with great interest as he grabbed his collar with his big hands.

Wigg glanced at him coldly, his eyes fell on his bony hands and he said with disgust, "Let go."

Witchell was not annoyed, and let go of his hand with a smile, but moved closer.Both of them could clearly feel the hot air they breathed. He lowered his voice and looked at the blonde beauty and asked, "Wig, where is he?"

His right hand gently clasped the back of Viger's neck, and the cold light of the knife flickered on his fingertips.

Wigg looked at him and said, "He's Mir's child."

"It's just right, the child of God of War...I've been waiting for hundreds of years!!!" Witchell suddenly went crazy, his eyes bloodshot, as if he had been touched by some nerve.

He held his right hand and said bitterly: "I couldn't kill Mir with my own hands back then, and it would be nice to kill his child."

Nolan took a deep breath, trying not to show her anger. Her palm had been pierced by sharp nails, and blood flowed drop by drop.

Wigg blocked Witchell's sight and forced him to look at him. After a while, Wigg sighed and said, "He's not in the Dragon Clan, and we don't know where he is at the moment."

"He'll be back..." Witchell chuckled, his silver gray eyes fell on Wigg in front of him.He approached Vig slightly, squinted his eyes and said strangely: "When I was not around, who did you meet?"

Since he was a child, Vig had grown very tired of braiding his beautiful blond hair, which the nosy dragon god would always force it to do.

Now... he was upset when he saw the beautiful and beautiful braids.

"……Nothing to do with you."

Vig dodged his hand trying to touch his blond hair, and just missed him and walked forward.

Witcher suddenly sneered, and his aura changed instantly. He turned his back to Viger and said quietly, "I will kill that bastard first, and then I will kill the human race you met."

Wigg froze for a moment, then continued walking forward without saying anything.

The three people who were facing Witchell quickly entered the state of preparation for battle, and they knew very well that there would be a tough battle soon.

This bastard Witchell won't do anything to Wigg, but he will!must!must!Take your anger out on them.

It's been like this since I was a child, I'm used to it, huh, huh.

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"Yi Lu, why did you return to the Dragon Clan?" Fu Shu'an asked in a bad tone, holding back his stomach full of fire and blocking him in a corner.

If it wasn't for his reason, he would have beaten the kid by now.

The thought of Yi Lu leaving the farewell letter on the table and going to sneak away, Fu Shu'an's brain hurts.

Could it be that I have treated him badly recently?Why does this kid want to run away...

Fu Shuan was still thinking wildly, but Yilu spoke up. After hesitating for a while, he decided to tell the truth to the person he likes, "I was able to leave the Dragon Clan before because I made a deal with an old man who promised to send me to the outside world. , and at the same time, I need to help him bring something back."

"Then why didn't you take me with you?" Fu Shu'an saw that he didn't look like a liar, so he continued to ask patiently.

Yilu seemed a little embarrassed, he lowered his eyelashes and said in a low voice, "It's because it involves some secrets of our dragon clan, and he is afraid of being blamed by the dragon god."

Sometimes not telling the truth is also a protective measure.

Myshin...?Fu Shu'an was stunned for a second, and quickly reacted.

He had gone through a thousand reasons in his mind just now, but he didn't expect this to be the case. They were all secrets of other people's race, and there was no result if he asked again.

Fu Shu'an had no choice but to nod sleepily, and said unhappily: "Okay then, you have to be careful."

"After I leave, Marshal Mori will come to check Hai Dan's body again, and will take you away at the same time."

Seeing Yilu's orderly arrangement, Fu Shu'an was speechless.

Hearing this, he had planned it long ago, so he simply threw himself into Yilu's arms and put his head on his chest, muttering sullenly: "You are so annoying... everything has been arranged for me, can you just notify me?" ?”

Yilu's eyes softened, a trace of reluctance and attachment flashed across his eyes, and then he covered it up with a smile, "Well, brother, you have to be careful too."

Fu Shu'an reluctantly got out of his arms, and was about to speak, but the other party's figure suddenly stopped him from talking.

"……Well……"

The soft and somewhat cold touch caused his pupils to dilate a little, and at the moment when he was stunned, he felt a tiny tingling pain.

The man actually bit his mouth open.

Hiss...it's obviously a dragon and not a dog.

"Brother, if you miss me, tell me with the wind chime," Yilu looked at him with fond eyes, as if he wanted to carve every inch of him into his own bones, then he lowered his head and kissed Fu Shuan's forehead again , "I will definitely hear it."

"Little Silver?"

Fu Shu'an looked at Yilu's gradually leaving figure, and the heartbeat just now had calmed down.

'System, is there a function that can follow him...'

'Master host, just talk about the tracker. '

'Have it? '

'Probably not...but as long as you have spar, everything can be done! '

Fu Shu'an gritted his teeth with a bitter face, and nodded heavily, "I'm not short of spar, come on."

The -400 on the panel stung his eyes.