Mu Wanwan thought of what the dragon said to her, Mengmeng has developed her intelligence, and her IQ is about the same as that of a three-year-old child—
Cry, laugh, get angry, act coquettish and make trouble.
He endured the pain, but only because he didn't want to see her disappear.
She maintained her stagnant action as she knelt on the ground and held the light liquid, watching Mengmeng slowly closing her eyes, she was in so much pain that she could not make any sound, and her hatred for Ao Qin and Wu Yao reached its peak.
As soon as she gritted her teeth, she turned her spiritual power into a knife, and cut off her left hand that was still holding the light liquid. Ignoring the pain of the broken bone, she broke Mengmeng's beak with her right hand, trying to make him spit it out.
With a bruise on the corner of Ao Qin's mouth, he slammed Uncle Chen to the ground. He had a lot of treasures in his hands and he was very powerful. How could Uncle Chen's mutant polar bear beat his fierce dragon
He turned his head to meet Shang Mu Wanwan's hated gaze, and smiled triumphantly, "Alas, it's a pity, your husband is dead, and no one can help you."
As he said, he casually beat Aunt Hua aside, looked at Mengmeng who seemed to have lost his life on the ground, and deliberately showed a surprised expression, "Why, didn't this Phoenix cub push himself to death?"
"Fuck, a group of women like flies." Wu Yao punched Jiu Qing aside and said viciously, raising his eyebrows, "Ao Qin, don't kill this cub, I'm still useful."
"I know." Ao Qin was in a happy mood, even in the face of Wu Yao's attitude, he still didn't get angry.
He looked down at Mu Wanwan's miserable appearance, and felt that all the anger in his heart had slowly subsided—
That's right.
That's right.
He is the only king of the dragon clan, and he is the most powerful person in the dragon clan. Even if the orphan dragon once crushed him, wouldn't his beloved wife die at his hands
Ao Qin couldn't help turning into a half-dragon shape, and he decided that he would eat Mu Wanwan.
Seeing her splattered blood flowers in the sharp teeth, savoring the fruit of victory that belongs to her.
"Long Live Your Majesty!"
The elder of the golden dragon clan took the lead in shouting, and the dragon clan behind him also shouted in response.
"Eat her! Eat her!"
Hai Ren and Chi Yan were painfully resisting the siege of many Wu clans, Mo Teng's arm passed through the chest of a blood puppet, Jiu Qing and Uncle Chen were seriously injured and could not get up for the time being, and Feng and Aunt Hua were powerless.
Mu Wanwan was not afraid to face Ao Qin, who was covered in scales, and looked at the scales that were ten thousand times uglier than Mr. Long when he transformed into a dragon.
The wind, rain, thunder and lightning whistling in his ears, mixed with the heavy rain, could not wash away the thick stench and blood, and the excited dragon roars who were cheering and clamoring to eat her, intertwined into a prelude to death.
However, the expected pain did not come. The ground trembled from her knees, and a fiery white light danced in front of her eyes. She opened her eyes and saw Mengmeng, who was standing in front of her, covered in flames.
He seemed to have a broken bone wing, and half of his body was covered in blood.
Ao Qin took a sip and spit out Mengmeng who was burning with flame.
Mu Wanwan felt the abyss tremble behind him, the high platform collapsed, and the whole person flew backwards without any resistance, accompanied by broken stones.
She watched the surviving right arm turn into light spots little by little, and the rain fell into her eyes.
Is her life going to end like this
The world seemed to be broken, and it was completely quiet. Just before she closed her eyes unwillingly, she seemed to see the black brocade robe that was flying over, heavy on her waist, and a warm feeling came from her chest.
Mu Wanwan coughed violently, and his perception returned to normal.
Beside her ears was a low, hoarse voice that she was familiar with and could no longer be familiar with, with an inescapable pity—
"Mrs..."
Mu Wanwan's eyes widened suddenly, thinking that all this was just a thought before his death, and his half-disappeared right hand tightly grabbed Mr. Long's clothes.
She looked at him in disbelief, at that familiar and unfamiliar face—
Without the mark of the curse, the thick eyebrows were dark, the eye sockets were deep, the long eyelashes and golden pupils were rolled down, and the slightly thin lips were curled up at the moment, he looked at her seriously and tenderly, as if...
is real.
A gentle kiss fell on his lips, and the reborn dragon was gently rubbing his ears and temples with his favorite treasure at the time of his whereabouts: the inheritance time flow rate is one hundred to one with the outside world. After nearly two hundred years of nothingness, he welcomes him. Nearly a hundred years of near-death time, in those days when almost everything was closed, and nothing could be perceived, from the bone marrow began to annihilate, and then reborn in severe pain.
Mr. Long fondly stroked her long hair, dear. Kiss her tearful eyelashes.
He waited too long, too long.
In the darkness that lasted for three hundred years, it was all supported by thinking of her.
Fortunately, he succeeded.
He could see her again.
Just hugging her gently like this is like hugging the only light in the slowly long night, bit by bit, dispelling all the darkness.
The moment he saw her, he only felt as if his heart, which had been dead for three hundred years, was beating again.
"Mr. Long..." The temperature coming from him didn't seem to be fake, and there was a sound almost whimpering from his throat, Mu Wanwan tried to bite his lip so as not to let himself cry humiliatingly—
Her dragon is back.
It was like, from the sky, her god.