Accidentally raised the dragon crookedly

The eyes of the man standing on the wall of the inner city were filled with shock. He looked at the pair of blood-red pupils and his breath became short of breath, and a few drops of sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead, moistening the skirt of his clothes.

"My lord, what should we do now?" The subordinates behind him also saw this scene, and looked at their master worriedly.

Luo Qing wiped off the sweat from his forehead without hesitation, and pinched his arm fiercely, the pain instantly woke him up, he suddenly thought of something, and even smiled disdainfully.

He took a few steps forward, raised his chin and stood proudly, raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "We may not lose." Luo Qing's eyes fell on the person in the arms of the silver-haired man, and he kissed his lips, You might even get a pleasant surprise.

"Activate the third-level defense——" Luo Qing paused, a little impatiently, "Is that old guy here?"

The subordinate immediately bowed his head and replied: "Patriarch Rosen is still in Lorraine Manor and has not returned to the inner city."

Luo Qing cursed and complained in a low voice, then walked towards the castle as quickly as if he couldn't wait, his eyes were stern.

Since the old guy can't come, don't blame him.

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The air in the nasal cavity is getting thinner and thinner, and the whole body seems to be scorched by a stove, scorching hot.Like a fish struggling on land, he flapped his wings and sucked in the last breath of air.

Fu Shu'an frowned and woke up from the darkness. He rubbed his stinging temple and took a painful breath, startling the guards outside.

"Are you awake?" A familiar voice sounded from his ear, and a white towel soaked in cold water was in front of his eyes.

Fu Shu'an took the white scarf slowly, wiped his face indiscriminately, and looked at the other party in a daze with a bird's nest.

The blond hair seemed to grow a little longer, and it was tied into a high ponytail, which looked very refreshing.Weige looked at Fu Shuan as if he was stupid, holding a handkerchief and looking at him with big eyes without blinking, and couldn't help laughing.

Startled by his laughter, Fu Shuan blushed in embarrassment, covered half of his face with a white scarf and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

Speaking of it, it seems that this is the first time he saw Vig after coming out of the dungeon, and it feels... very different from when he was a child.

Wigg looked outside, pursed his lips as if thinking of something, turned his head and said, "Dragon God asked me to come, besides, do you want to see him?"

Dragon God?Fu Shuan thought for a while before realizing that he was talking about Xiaoyin.But he didn't see the other party when he woke up, so he asked, "Where did he go?"

Viger said lightly: "He is preparing to fight the Luo family, and he may be on the front line now."

Fu Shu'an still wanted to ask about Xiaoyin again, but he keenly noticed that the expression that Viger was still smiling just now was gone, and he swallowed his words in a blink of an eye, combing his hair on his own, trying to Changing the subject, "Oh...then how are you doing recently? I feel like you are a little more handsome than before!"

"Really?" Vig looked down at the black-haired man leaning against the wall, with a smile on his face again, "After all, it's been so long, and there are still some changes."

"Fifth Elder! Fourth Elder is looking for you!"

Weige gently pressed down a strand of Fu Shuan's curled up hair, kneaded his fingers covertly for a while, suppressed the emotion that shouldn't be in his eyes, and said with a smile: "I'll go first, don't run around , proceed with caution."

Fu Shu'an quickly nodded in agreement, looking at his back that was getting further and further away, feeling a little strange in his heart.

It always feels like he has a lot on his mind.

Forget it, if he doesn't tell me, I won't want to!Fu Shu'an shrugged and got up and rubbed his sore shoulders, the communicator on his wrist suddenly flashed light.He was slightly taken aback, the only contacts in the communicator were His Majesty and the Marshal, did they realize their conscience and came to greet him?

Fu Shu'an was furious all of a sudden, pulled his face to the elder, indifferently switched on the communicator, deliberately lowered his voice and said in a cold voice: "You still dare to call me? You are—"

The figure on the light screen slowly came into focus, and a man with silver hair and golden pupils was looking at him in bewilderment.

Fu Shu'an: ...

When did he input his communicator number to me, why didn't I know? !

Yilu originally heard the report from the guard that he was very happy after waking up, so he called the communication very quickly, but he didn't expect that the other party seemed very angry, and his eyes became very cold!

"I... just want to ask you how you feel," Yilu subconsciously explained when he saw Fu Shuan's cold eyes on him for the first time, and he felt a little uncomfortable, "You have a good rest, hang up first .”

"Hey! Wait—"

Fu Shu'an hastily tried to persuade him to stay but he didn't have time, he sighed extremely helplessly.

'System, are you alive? '

'Master Host!Woooooooooo I finally see you!I thought we would never see each other again! '

Fu Shu'an rolled his eyes, and thought to himself that I don't want to see you again.

'...Master Host, I can hear it. ' The system muttered silently.

'Okay, let's get down to business first, you're locating Xiaoyin now, I'm going to find him. 'Fu Shu'an understands Yilu's character, if he doesn't go to him, the kid will think wildly and do some inexplicable things.

No, he seems to have grown up.The man's warm and hard chest appeared in his mind, and Fu Shu'an blushed inexplicably.

'Good!But the host, you have to remember that he is just your mount! 'The system looked at the three souls hooked by the master host and lost the seven souls, and reminded sourly.

'Oh, I got it, hurry up! '

Fu Shu'an thought that he had never sat on the dragon wings of the grown-up Xiaoyin, so he wondered if it would be more enjoyable.

He was right, Yilu's face was very ugly at the moment.

The several elders standing next to him were watching their hearts and minds, and none of them wanted to get into trouble.After a long time, Niman tentatively said, "My lord, are we going to break into the inner city in three ways?"

The man sitting on the throne had dark eyes and remained silent for a long time.I don't know how long it took before he spoke slowly, without a trace of warmth in his voice, "Let's lead the wave first, their strength is still uncertain, so they can't act rashly."

Wang is so angry that he can still finish the battle plan slowly, which is really admirable.Niman breathed a sigh of relief, and said cheerfully, "The king is the king, that's amazing! Sure enough, there is no thing in this world that the king can't handle well."

After he finished speaking, Yilu's face became even darker.

Witchell sneered, looked at Niman who was still eloquent, and cursed an idiot in a low voice.

"Get out!" Yilu roared angrily, and the scepter under his hand instantly shattered, and the ice slag jumped out almost scratched Niman's face.

He cowered for a while in fright, and immediately jumped out as if to escape.The only tank with a hard head ran away, and the others didn't want to stay longer, so they dispersed immediately, and the hall became deserted.

Yilu collapsed on the back of the chair tiredly, closed his eyes tightly and felt restless.

A sudden coolness penetrated into his brow, Yilu relaxed physically and mentally, but he immediately opened his eyes with a sullen face and grabbed a wrist that was trying to escape.

"...Shu'an?"

He didn't expect that the person who appeared in front of him was the person who was still angry on the communicator just now.

Fu Shu'an was a little embarrassed, he tried slightly to pull his hand out.

This broken system, doesn't it mean that this stealth skill can last for 3 minutes?He was once again speechless by the system.

Yilu, who was holding him, observed the changes on his face, even though he knew that he was still not in a good mood, he was reluctant to let go of his hand.

"Okay, it's me..." Fu Shu'an looked away, his current posture was quite awkward, because someone grabbed his wrist and his whole body's center of gravity was on his slanted upper body.

Wouldn't it be very dead if someone came in suddenly!

This time, Fu Shu'an straightened up and broke away from Yilu's palm. Before he could stand still, he was suddenly bound tightly around his waist. His black pupils shrank slightly, and he slipped and slammed into the man's arms.

Yilu lowered his head to meet his surprised expression, and smiled triumphantly.

"Brother, did you have nothing to lose your temper with me just now?" He wrapped one arm around Fu Shuan's slender waist, and gently stroked Fu Shuan's cheek with the other hand.

too close.

As soon as Fu Shu'an looked up, he saw Yilu's wild and beautiful face. His mind was too powerful, and the opponent's fingers were deliberately on his cheek, making him feel itchy.

But at this moment, he still retains a trace of sobriety, realizing that the posture of the two is really ambiguous, and stubbornly wants to retreat, but it's a pity that Yilu doesn't give him this chance.

There seemed to be flames burning in the deep golden pupils, and Fu Shu'an was swept into it after only a shallow glance.

"Little Silver—"

There was a touch of coolness on the red lips, and then became warmer. Fu Shu'an opened his eyes and looked at the opponent's face that had been enlarged several times, and suddenly felt that he had become different.

There was a sudden pain in his mouth, and Fu Shuan immediately frowned, only to see the other party glaring at him with some unhappiness, "Who are you thinking about? What are you thinking about?"

Fu Shu'an came back to his senses, looked at the other party's thin lips that were glowing with water, covered his mouth for an instant, then pointed at his nose angrily, his ears turned red.

Yilu watched his series of actions, and the depression just now disappeared.

He smiled lightly and broke off Fu Shuan's fingers, wanting to continue.

"Vig has successfully lured Luo Qing's men out, but—" Witchell frowned and strode into the hall. His expression was a little hasty, and he completely forgot to report first before entering.

Witchell looked at the two entangled people on the throne, and whistled with interest.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

It seems that I have come at the right time, this is rare to see in a thousand years!

Even with his back turned to him, Fu Shu'an knew how embarrassed he was now, so he immediately shrank into Yilu's chest, and bit him hard like venting his anger.

"Hiss..." Yilu gasped, his brows twitched helplessly, the expression on his face was a little distorted, he resisted the pain and swung his sword at Wechel.

boom--!

The gate collapsed in an instant, and an unfathomable sword mark on the wall made people feel timid.Witchell knew very well that if he hadn't dodged, he might have lost half of his life.

Witcher coughed twice and said earnestly: "Wang, Vig went to ambush first and the defensive cover of the inner city has been broken, but Nolan and Rosa encountered an accident during the second round of siege."

Yilu patted Fu Shuan's head calmly, motioning him to let go, and waited until the pain in his chest eased before saying seriously: "What's going on?"

"The ones fighting them are indeed the ancients, but their attack power is a hundred times stronger than that of ordinary ancients! They even know spells! Damn it!"

spell? !The light in Fu Shuan's eyes flashed, and he pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

Yilu was silent for a while, and then said: "Did Nolan and Rosa beat them?"

Witchell shook his head, "Of course the dignified elders of the dragon clan are more than enough to deal with them, but they all chose to blow themselves up after they couldn't beat them! Luo Qing, the son of a bitch, this move is too dark!"

This development was completely beyond Yilu's expectations, his eyes darkened and his heart felt a little uneasy, Luo Qing must have something else to show.

"I see, first go get the medicine to heal those injured dragons, as for the rest..."

Yi Lu looked at Fu Shu'an who was lying in his arms and pretending to be well-behaved, as if he had made some decision, he said flatly: "You don't need to worry about it, I will go in person."

"what?!"

"no!"

Two different voices appeared almost at the same time. Fu Shuan shook off his hand angrily, and looked coldly at the man talking nonsense in front of him. He stood up, raised his hand and clasped Yilu's chin to force him to look at him.

"Yilu, don't think that just because you are a dragon god, you can have a hundred lives to squander. You don't know Luo Qing's methods at all..."

"I know." Yi Lu gently held the trembling hand on his chin, he looked at Fu Shu'an's red eye circles because of anger, and his heart was suddenly moistened by a warm current.

Fu Shu'an felt that his hands were gently wrapped, he stared blankly at Yilu's stern and steady face, and listened to the other person's words.

"I am their king and the god who protects them. I must go. Don't worry, I will not die. I will never let the tragedy of that year repeat itself."

Yilu gently kissed his forehead, "Brother, don't you believe me?"

Of course Fu Shuan believed him, but...he still couldn't let it go.

The two stalemate for a long time, and Fu Shuan was the first to break the calm.

"Okay, you can go, but I have one condition." His eyes were shining, as if they were shining.

Yilu smiled slightly, "Brother, please tell me."

As long as the brother is willing to let him go.

Fu Shu'an also smiled, pinched the red piece of flesh on his chest that was bitten by himself just now, and said with a smile: "I want to be with you."

"Do not……"

"Don't say no, or I'll kill you now. You're going to die anyway, so you might as well die by my hands."

Fu Shu'an quickly covered his mouth with his hands, and with the other hand, he drew out the red blade at his waist and pressed it against Yilu's neck. The distance between the thin blade and his neck was less than one millimeter.

He smiled, and passed the red blade forward, making up for this millimeter.

There was no trace of warmth in the black pupils, and he stared coldly at the man's astonished face, but the corners of his lips were raised.

"What do you think? My dear brother."