Accidentally raised the dragon crookedly

"Tsk, can this medicine work?" Witchell looked suspiciously at the elixir in his broken hand, and Wigg, who was giving him the medicine, rolled his eyes in silence, and squeezed it vigorously on purpose His stump didn't let go of his hand in satisfaction until the other party couldn't stand howling.

"If you want to suffer less, just shut up honestly."

Witchell's tears of pain were about to fall out, he really wanted to beat him up, but now he couldn't beat him at all.He had no choice but to lie sleepily in the haystack and wait for Vig to finish his medicine.

In the blink of an eye, Wigg suddenly threw him on the spot for some reason, and hurried out by himself.

Witchell stood up with a strange expression on his face, and then he saw all the dragons and dragons in the entire temple rushing out, as if someone was calling them.

"Damn it..." There was a fierce and irresistible call in Witchell's ear, his body was not under his control at all, and he walked out of the hall on his own, no matter how hard he tried Can't stand it either.

This bad feeling reminded him of the feeling of being dominated by Auraston back then. He spat bitterly, and could only walk out with the large army.

The scorching sun of yesterday had disappeared at this moment, and the sky was firmly covered by large swaths of black fog. The squalling wind in the sky was howling, and it was as cold as winter.

The dragon group made way for him in awe, and Witchell saw everything in front of him clearly.

Not far from the collapsed Dragon Temple, stood a slender figure.

The silvery white snow waves stretched on and on, and the faint golden strands seemed to have a hazy starlight. The man stood sideways with a stern face, holding a black dragon hovering silver sword in his palm, and a pair of ankle-length silver hair was entangled. A crimson red ribbon with a fallen rose on it.

He turned around slowly, and a pair of deep and cold golden eyes pierced straight at him, as if a storm was brewing inside, and the hurricane in the sky seemed to sense this ferocious power of thought, and the wind blew wildly for a while.

!

Witchell's eyes widened in shock, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.He looked down at the unwrapped gauze on his severed hand, and then looked up at the lonely man in the distance.

It seems that he has lost without a fight.

He was not the only one who recognized the other party's identity, but Nolan in front of the hall knew it at a glance. She screamed excitedly, hoping that the other party could hear her longing for so many days, "Yilu! Is Yilu you? ?You're back?!"

Standing beside Nolan, Vig's face flickered. He remembered very clearly that Fu Shu'an forcibly took him away when Silver Dragon fell to the ground without breathing.

Now that Yi Lu has come back to life, then Fu Shuan...is he alright?

"He's fine, put away your extra thoughts." A deep and warning male voice sounded in Wigg's mind, and Wigg raised his eyes in disbelief to meet the man's dangerous gaze, which was full of dissatisfaction and anger .

Vig is also a dragon, he knows exactly what Yilu's eyes represent at the moment, it is because of the thunder rage after his treasure was coveted by others.He lowered his eyes and took the lead in cutting off the evenly matched confrontation between the two. After a long time, he slowly raised his head.

Under the watchful eyes of all the dragons, he strode up to Yilu.

The soft blond hair was messed up in the wind, but the relieved expression on his face remained unchanged.Vig slightly opened his lips, with a trace of regret in his eyes, he said, "Can you take care of him?"

Yilu felt that this sentence was simply nonsense. He didn't understand what identity Vig was asking this question. Originally, Yilu didn't want to talk to him, but then he thought that this person seemed to have a good relationship with Fu Shuan before, so he felt very embarrassed. The thorn of envy grows wild.

So he squinted at the blond man who was shorter than him, and said coldly: "I can't, can you?"

"If you are willing, I can try it too." Wigg replied calmly.

Yilu's face darkened in an instant, and his golden pupils slowly turned a murderous red.He took a deep breath to calm down the burning anger in his chest, Fu Shu'an's smiling face appeared in front of his eyes... If he really took action against this damn golden dragon, he would be sad.

I don't want him to be sad because of me anymore.The redness in Yilu's eyes slowly faded away, leaving only a cloud on his face.

Wigg saw all his actions, and smiled bitterly, "But he won't agree." He half knelt down in front of Yilu while talking like this.

"Vig!" "Is he crazy?!"

Kneeling Yilu glanced expressionlessly at the noisy Long Qun behind him, and Long Qun immediately shut up.It's not that they are willing, but that Yilu's coercion is too terrifying, and they have the illusion that if they don't shut up, they will be crushed into meat in a second.

Viger put his hand on his heart, and said loudly: "The Fifth Elder of the Dragon Clan, Lingtian Weige welcomes the return of Lord Dragon God!"

He suddenly remembered what Rosa said to him yesterday.

"Vig, he'll be back tomorrow." Rosa knelt in front of the shattered dragon god statue, her crooked figure hidden in the night.Viger got closer, and on the ground was the statue of the dragon god that Rosa had pieced together bit by bit. Although she tried her best to restore it, the dense cracks on it could never disappear.

"He's back...but it's not him." Rosa's voice sounded so desolate at the moment, like a crescent moon falling into an abyss, unable to come up again.Vig looked at the starry sky of the night, which was boundless but could not find any trace of the moon.

Witchell, who walked to the front of the temple, raised his head suddenly upon hearing the words, his eyes were full of horror and fear, "How is that possible?! How could he be..." Witchell thought it was ridiculous, Auraston was already dead For hundreds of years, God's will has never come, he...how could it be!

"Ahem...cough..." Accompanied by a heart-wrenching cough, Rosa, who was dressed in fine clothes, was supported by her attendants and walked out. lock up.

Whicher recognized that it was the clothes she was wearing when the king announced the appointment of Auraston as the new king.

Yilu narrowed his eyes, and a cruel sneer curled up on the corner of his lips. He stretched out his hand towards Rosa indifferently. The next moment, Rosa's fragile neck was tightly held by him, and the terrifying force pulled on Rosa's paper. The piece-like body hangs in the air.

As the Fourth Elder of the Dragon Clan, Rosa had no power to resist him.

He slowly approached the woman whose face was getting paler and paler, as if he was looking at a funny doll, "Rosa, you are really a good follower of Auraston, why don't you go down with him when he dies."

The red rose hanging from the red ribbon was fluttering in the wind, hunting.

But he didn't intend to let Rosa die so easily. At the moment when her hand was about to be unable to struggle, Yilu took back the spiritual power very kindly, and Rosa smashed straight like a broken kite. to hard ground.

not moving at all.

Nolan's breathing stopped for a moment, her pale lips squirmed, and she looked at the indifferent Yilu next to her in horror, who was playing with the little rose in her hair, her pupils seemed to be dyed blazingly, It's just that there is no temperature at all.

"...I finally understand what Rosa meant by the great catastrophe."

They couldn't resist the power of God at all. Auraston had been dead for hundreds of years, and they had long forgotten what it was like to be ruled by God.

In the silence, Nolan knelt down tremblingly. Following her movements, other dragons also knelt down in front of Yilu one after another. The only standing figure showed an excited smile.

He walked towards the other party slowly, looking at the vigilance and subtle fear in the other party's eyes, he was very disdainful, "Witchell, since you refuse to accept, then kill me."

"Isn't killing the gods what you've always wanted to do?" Yilu laughed and opened his arms, his eyes were completely blood red at the moment, and he couldn't find a trace of clear gold, "I'll give you a chance."

Under the sky, there is a violent storm.