clean look. He sneered in his heart: It doesn't matter if you live or die, just catch it, anyway, I have a way to escape.
However, there was already a white light on his body.
Ding Ding Ding —
Now that they have gone upstairs, those officials no longer hide their movements, and the footsteps are hurried and heavy, which makes people's hearts tense.
A group of yamen under the window squeaked, as if their knives were unsheathed.
The doors and windows were all blocked.
The yamen, who had already turned upstairs, became more active when he approached the door, and even opened the little Er who was waiting by the door.
At that instant, the person who was lying on the bed and piled up on the bed had disappeared, and a long black shadow stuck its head out from the bed, and it quickly elongated and grew larger in the process of being vacated.
boom-
The wall against which the bed was pressed collapsed, revealing Shito Zhang and Lu Twenqi, who were dumbfounded in the next room.
Probably did not expect this ancestor to turn into a dragon on the spot without any scruples, Xuan Min was slightly taken aback, and when he came back, he was already wearing a black coat in his hand - obviously the ancestor threw him over, and directly regarded him as a bag. Clothes start.
The most speechless thing is that after the ancestor threw the clothes to him, he still didn't forget to pick up the gold beads and silver grains on the bed with one paw. These gold and silver treasures rolled along its claws, and disappeared under the scales in the blink of an eye, and he did not know where they were hidden.
Xuan Min: "..."
The walls in the room were all smashed, and it was impossible for the yamen outside the door not to hear the movement.
I heard a loud shout like a bào crack: "Don't waste your time, you are surrounded by front and back, you can't escape!"
The yamen roared and banged the door open.
The moment the door opened, the leader sneered and sneered: "It's futile, you lifted the roof and flew out—"
The sarcastic voice stopped abruptly.
The crowded yamen outside the room felt like he was dreaming for a moment...
No, it must be a dream.
The leader who opened his mouth didn't have time to close his mouth, so he stared blankly at a long black dragon coiled in the room.
The black dragon was astonishingly big, and the tail alone filled the room, the bed was half-collapsed, and the entire wall fell to the ground.
But... what kind of sharp blade can cut a wall like tofu? !
The leader of the yamen saw that the black dragon had already lifted the roof of this room, and most of his body reached out, coiled on the sloping eaves, pressing the half of the eaves to sway.
Just when the yamen was overwhelmed with a ghostly expression on his face, the black dragon suddenly bowed his head and glanced at them with half-squinted eyes. Then, with a sharp claws, he picked up a short middle-aged man and a thin teenager who were stupid in the room. At the same time, he raised the head of a dragon, and pulled a young monk in white linen monk clothes behind his back.
Heilong's gaze casually swept over the heads of the crowd, and then he let out a clear whistle and looked ahead.
Immediately, the situation was surging, and the faintly visible electric light flashed between the large clouds and mist, and the whole yin heavy sky was illuminated by the thunder and lightning, flickering on and off. The thick thunder sounded from far to near, from muffled to loud…
Then, a long wind suddenly rose, and the tiger roared and roared over.
At that moment, the black dragon rode up the wind and went straight into the sky. The long black shadow was looming among the clouds, and after two tosses, it disappeared completely.
Whether it's those outside the door or those waiting in the corner, all the yamen, even all the shop assistants present, the residents and shopkeepers on both sides of the street, and even those who looked up at the sky at this moment, all witnessed Long Teng Yunjian. A scene that will not come back for a long time.
The yamen in the lead didn't even see Xuan Min's face clearly, he only remembered that his monk clothes were as white as clouds and snow.
At the moment when the black dragon rode the wind away, the gathering long cloud moved, and it suddenly rained heavily.
The rain was astonishingly heavy, and when it hit the face, it was extremely cold, and the ice made people shudder.
Only then did the yamen slowly come back, and one of them muttered: "Also... Really lifted the roof... and flew out?"
The voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, and he was so angry that he didn't know if he was scared or frozen.
Hearing the words, the yamen leader's lips trembled, and he turned his head with a pale face and said, "Let's...are we here to catch that monk?"
The person behind him didn't react, and said "ah" blankly, "Yeah..."
"The one who went to heaven just now... is, is it a dragon?" the leader said, sleepwalking again.
"yes… "
"The monk, did you see—" The leader glanced at the clouds again with a dazed expression, "The monk flew away by dragon..."
"Yes