"… "
Mu Wanwan's vision was blurred, and she wanted to reach out her other hand to touch her dragon, but there was only a burst of pain.
What she failed to do, the dragon did for her—
He carefully held her in his arms, took her other hand that was holding his shirt, and placed it on his cheek.
The red blood stained half of his face, but Mr. Long did not dislike it at all.
He frowned, as Mu Wanwan had expected countless times, lightly tilted his cheeks and touched her fingertips with his lips.
As if to say.
it is true.
Mu Wanwan tried her best to open her half-closed eyes, the pain made her almost speechless.
Mr. Long hugged her and gently landed on the ground. He gently wiped the blood from Mu Wanwan's forehead, and when he saw how she was injured, the guilt and anger that pervaded his heart were about to tear his beating heart apart. Cracked.
The thin lips suddenly twitched, and a terrifying arc flashed in his eyes.
In less than three days from the outside world, his wife was harmed by these gang of dogs chasing and biting. If he came back later, wouldn't he have lost her completely
With a light touch on her hand, Mr. Long looked down and saw her holding on to the flesh that was about to collapse. body, trying his best to say, "Meng... Meng..."
"Leave it to me." Mr. Long said while holding her right arm that was about to disappear.
Mu Wanwan only felt a burst of warmth coming from her right arm, the suffocation that had made her almost unbearable was relieved a lot, and the pain disappeared, only a little tiredness remained, but her body was on the verge of collapse, and she was temporarily unable to speak.
She was hugged by a certain dragon, and when she saw him stand up, she lowered her eyes and bent her lips toward her. The rain stones that were about to fall, and the thunder that was whistling in her ears seemed to have been silenced, leaving only the golden light that filled the sky. Light.
She was slightly stunned, and the light fell into her eyes.
Mr. Long's consciousness was slightly shaken, and the huge world projection descended. The rocks and ground that were about to collapse immediately stopped. Along with the stagnation, there were also Ao Qin, who was about to give a fatal blow to the burning hairball. and Wu Yao, who was watching the fun with his arms crossed.
what happened
Qinglong had a huge mouth, and his sharp teeth were exposed. The dragon whiskers that were fluttering with the wind also stopped in mid-air. His body was suddenly unable to move, and Ao Qin was filled with fear from the bottom of his heart.
His huge eyes like copper bells moved slightly, and the divine consciousness that was released but could not be retracted was pressed to the ground by Mr. Long's huge world projection. There were bursts of stinging pain from the sea of consciousness, and Ao Qin was horrified to see that A dragon that should have died.
In his arms, Mu Wanwan, who was expected to be crushed to death, was not stained with dust except for the blood on his face.
Those warriors of the dragon and witch races who were fighting to kill Jiuqing were completely unable to move in the face of such an almost irresistible force.
what happened? ! !
Now the simple fears in his heart have fully manifested, the dragon is not dead, how is this possible!
His broken corners are broken, his broken corners are broken!
The horn representing the life of the dragon race has been completely broken, how could he not die!
Did he succeed
No, not possible.
As soon as this idea appeared, it was smothered by Ao Qin. He could not succeed. No dragon has succeeded for tens of thousands of years. How could his orphan dragon succeed? He should be the one who wants to succeed. As long as he eats Bai Feng and sacrifices these talented people with blood, he can break through, and he can learn the exercises in the core of the forbidden area, and he can have strength and break through to the highest realm!
Even if he thought so, the jealousy in his heart like crazy weeds still quickly occupied Ao Qin's whole heart, and together with the pervasive fear, it was woven into a fine net that was enough to strangle everything, causing the arrogant mouth to open wide. "Your Majesty" is ugly and funny like a big blue worm.
Even more shocked than Ao Qin was Wu Yao, who was watching the joke.
Wu clan's cultivation does not pay attention to spiritual consciousness, but his spiritual consciousness is not weak, and even because of the reason of devouring the soul of chaos, it is stronger than Ao Qin of the same rank, reaching the point of approaching the seventh rank.
But now, the divine consciousness he was proud of, was crushed and had no strength to fight back. Under the pressure of Mr. Long's divine consciousness, the originally thick divine consciousness was as fragile as a pitiful thin piece of paper.
Not only did he break through, but he also reached the height Wu Yao dreamed of.
This knowledge almost destroyed all Wu Yao's will, and when his limbs and blood Gu were unable to move, he had to recognize the reality—
The dragon is back, an enemy they can't beat no matter what.
He Wu Yao still has a backbone. Thinking of what he and Ao Qin did to Mu Wanwan and them before, Wu Yao felt deep regret, he gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes.
He was calculating, if he sacrificed the lives of all the witches present, how likely would he be to escape!
"chirp..."
The bad dragon is back.
The blood slid down, and the oversized hairballs that fell off the feathers made a very pleasant chirping sound.
Great.
He wanted to force himself not to close his eyes, but the pain that couldn't be ignored and the rapid loss of vitality and reminders made Mengmeng look like he was dozing off.
His big eyes were half-closed, and then he tried to open them again.
He was burning with more and more intense fire, as if to burn him to ashes.
The next moment, the burning hairy ball drifted to Mu Wanwan's side little by little following Mr. Long's movements.
Mu Wanwan's gaze fell on the fireball that could no longer be seen inside, full of guilt and self-blame.
If it wasn't to protect her, Mengmeng wouldn't have suffered such a serious injury.
Mr. Long noticed her sadness, put the person down gently, walked to Mengmeng's side, and put his hand on the fireball.
When he looked at Mengmeng looking at him, his wavy eyes flashed brightly, and he was about to close his eyes completely. He communicated with his spiritual sense and gave the inaudible tweet, the most eager compliment, "Mengmeng has completed the agreement, great."
Big hairball is relieved—
Mengmeng has completed the agreement, she is the most powerful and best Chirp≧w≦~ Chirp is so tired, she is going to sleep, she will see her mother again when she wakes up.
Before slowly closing his eyes, Mao Tuan tried his best to pretend to be happy, but those big teardrops meandering down from his eye sockets, and the convulsive reluctance of the monk's young soul, passed on without pulling at all. Father's heart.
Mr. Long helplessly lowered his eyebrows and eyes, his palms shone brightly, and gently pressed Mengmeng's big head, "Go to sleep."
I absorbed too much energy in advance and was bitten again, but fortunately, because of my strong will, I entered the state of Nirvana for the first time in advance, which was very dangerous...
However, he came back, "It'll be all right."
After Mr. Long finished speaking, the newly grown dragon horns flickered, forming a brighter and larger spiritual shield than before, wrapping the still burning big hairball.
Mu Wanwan was relieved when he saw Mr. Long's actions. Mengmeng should be fine with his reaction.
While Mr. Long was doing these things, Jiu Qing pushed a Wu clan away and touched his almost pierced neck with lingering fears. Seeing that Wu suddenly couldn't move, he showed no mercy at all, and a purple awn opened directly. slapped his neck, and purple-green blood splashed out, pouring over her face.
"It's disgusting." Jiu Qing raised his hand and wiped his face, then turned to look at the silent battlefield. When his eyes touched Mr. Long who was holding Mu Wanwan, his brows raised unconsciously.
It really made him successful.
Some Tier 3 warriors who were on the verge of death also got a chance to catch their breath. Under the light liquid created by Mu Wanwan that had not disappeared, they recovered some physical strength and spirit, and killed those immobile witches who were about to kill them. And bloodworms are killed.
Uncle Chen and others also took the opportunity to turn around and treated those Wu clan with no mercy. Aunt Hua also hurried to Mu Wanwan's side. Mr. Long, who didn't look at it, hurriedly checked Mu Wanwan's situation and found that her The situation was fine, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Aunt Hua." Aunt Hua's heart skipped a beat when she heard the ignored powerhouse call out her name accurately, and then she faced the dragon on the side.
Mu Wanwan cast an approving look at him, and got an embarrassed hand back from a certain dragon.
When Uncle Chen came, he saw them shaking hands.
"Uncle Chen." Mr. Long also called him and explained, "My wife told me about you before, thank you very much."
He treats his elders very respectfully, even though the current location and background are so out of place.
Ao Qin still opened his mouth funny, because he couldn't close it for a long time, the saliva dripped down, and even dripped on the Qinglong guards who were also immobile on the ground. The sense of humiliation made him proud of the noble dragon. almost torn apart.
His consciousness swept his smiling face and said hello to Uncle Chen, Mr. Long, only to think that he was like a joke!
Doesn't he even deserve to be the opponent of this dragon!
Wu Yao's eyes were split with anger, and he struggled with all his strength to move his consciousness, in exchange for the dragon's understated glance.
Mr. Long glanced at Wu Yao slightly, and under the hatred eyes of Ao Qin and Wu Yao, he slowly took out a shell bed from the mustard space that Mu Wanwan could still use, and then took out a few more sets. Table and chair bench.
Then he carefully carried Mu Wanwan onto the bed and motioned to Aunt Chen Shuhua, and Mo Teng and Chi Yan who had just arrived to sit.
Mu Wanwan: "..."
Jiu Qing, who came dragging his injured tail: "..."
Ao Qin almost vomited blood, who was he looking down on
Who do you look down on
Uncle Chen was not polite and sat down.
Mr. Long carefully put down Mu Wanwan's hand, and set up a layer of spiritual power around her.
As Mu Wanwan was familiar with before, the inner layer was slightly dark and hazy, and the outside could not be seen very clearly.
"Madam, wait for me for a moment." He rolled up his long eyelashes, his tone seemed calm, "There are still some bugs that have not been resolved, don't let dirty blood stain your eyes."
Feng Feng, who was not far away, shuddered when he heard this.
He looked at the moment when Mr. Long turned his back and didn't look at Mu Wanwan, Yuan Rou. The soft expression turned into disgust and hatred almost instantly. When those phoenix eyes swept to him, it seemed to be a casual killing intent, making his back cold and his scalp tingling.
The two are finished.
Feng Han Mao thought upside down, but he couldn't help but feel very refreshed.
He and the Dragon Clan have an indirect blood feud.
- Ao Qin watched the dragon slowly approaching him, humiliated and unwilling.
Decades of planning, countless days and nights of jealousy, and the joy of finally getting rid of the shadows, everything made him unable to accept such a result.
Qinglong's bronze bell-like eyes still had killing intent and unwillingness. He looked at the dragon that didn't even turn into a half-dragon, and simply stood in front of him, his eyes flashing with hatred as sharp as a sword unsheathed. , stabbed in his eyes.
"Ao Qin."
He heard the dragon call his name, and the next moment, he uncontrollably changed back to a human form and knelt down at his feet.
Ao Qin wanted to sneer, but found that he couldn't say a word.
A white light suddenly penetrated into his body, and Ao Qin suddenly felt that his knees, which had no feeling, stabbed like needles into the bone, and the surrounding environment was terribly cold, as if his pain sensation had been magnified dozens of times.
Before the dragon could do anything, he was already in a cold sweat from the pain, and the pain was unbearable.
"You are my wife that this hand touched?" As soon as the cold voice fell, an indescribable pain came from the left hand, annihilating little by little from the depths of the bone marrow, like the tingling of countless ants. With convulsions and convulsions, Ao Qin slumped to the ground, unable to get up like a dead dog.
Mr. Long looked at the blood dripping from his mouth, slowly raised his eyebrows, and dragged his tail, "Oh, it seems to be this one."
There was another cracking sound, and Ao Qin's left arm was also disabled.
His painful sea of consciousness shook, his soul was unstable, and he wanted to commit suicide on the spot.
He did indeed do so, but unfortunately, before he had time to detonate the pronucleus in his body, he could clearly perceive a seemingly slender and slender hand that penetrated directly into his dantian, and that he had practiced hard for several times. The centuries-old pronucleus was easily dug out.
"Your pronucleus is so beautiful and suitable for Mengmeng as a toy." He almost fainted from the pain, but he had to be forced to hear his voice. The moment the pronucleus was separated from the body, the pain in the flesh reached its peak, along with the Shattered self-esteem and destructive frustration made Ao Qin spurt blood.
At the moment of dying, the body also turned into a blue dragon, and in Mr. Long's unwavering eyes, it turned into blood foam bit by bit.
Mu Wanwan could see some vaguely, and in addition to being refreshed in his heart, he looked at Mr. Long standing in the air with blood on his sleeves, but he felt that he should be a little sad.
After all, he really regarded Ao Qin as a friend.
When she gets better, she must make some delicious food to feed her dragon to comfort him.
If Mr. Long knew her thoughts, he would definitely laugh.
If he used to be, he might be sad, but now, not only is he not sad, but he has also slowly pulled out Ao Qin's soul.
In this way, Ao Qin died, and it was too cheap for him.
The pain of the lady's broken arm, he wants him to pay back billions of times.
After doing all this, he turned his attention to Wu Yao, who was ashes and pale.
He held Ao Qin's pronucleus in one hand, with the tip of his crescent nails dripping down with Ao Qin's blood.
He shook his hand in disgust, and the blood splashed on Wu Yao's face with prominent eyeballs.
He felt more fear and pain than a million straight blades.
Mr. Long looked at him in fear, his rosy lips curved into a beautiful arc, but he put his hand on top of his head mercilessly.
"I heard," he slowly said something that made Wu Yao tremble, "Does the Wu clan have something like a female worm?"
As early as when he called the door before, he wanted to search the soul of the leader of the Wu clan, but unfortunately his strength was not enough at that time.
The consciousness felt as if it was being torn apart. The secrets and disgusting deeds that the witches had concealed for thousands of years had all surfaced in front of Mr. Long, including the pain of Chaos for a hundred years and the appearance of being old and dying before disappearing.
Under the corner of his lips, when he came back to his senses, Wu Yao's body, including the female worm in his body, had already turned into annihilation powder under his hands.
A large number of Wu people also died on the spot along with the death of the female insect.
"Heh." Mr. Long sneered and squeezed Wu Yao's soul, who was trying to blow himself up, in his hand.
Chaos has endured the pain of being sucked for a hundred years, and it is all the fault of the Wu clan.
He closed his eyes, and the powerful force spread out. In front of everyone, this time, he no longer had inferiority complex and turned into a prototype—
The moment he passed the inheritance test, he accepted the huge inheritance knowledge, and was able to read the words that were engraved on the stone wall by chaos in his mind.
He knew he wasn't a hybrid dragon, he wasn't an orphan nobody wanted.
He is the most beautiful dragon in the eyes of Wanwan and Chaos.
The only five-clawed golden dragon in the world.
Those dragons and witches were extremely insignificant in his eyes.
Ao Qin, whose soul was imprisoned, found that he had golden scales, a body that was several times larger than that of the golden dragon family, and the dragon horns that he dreamed of having. Souls near the seventh order could not accept such an ending, starting from the deepest. Broken down a little bit.
He doesn't accept it!
He doesn't believe it! !
This is fake! all fake! He should be the most noble dragon of the dragon bloodline! !
The long roar of the dragon resounded, and Mu Wanwan understood his emotions and laughed.
And those dragons and witches who still maintained the prototype bite, with this dragon roar, in shock and regret, little by little they turned into powder.
Before dying, the golden dragon clan chief elder looked at the dragon he was delusional about blood sacrifice, and before annihilation, saw the legendary fifth claw hidden under his belly, and closed his huge eyes.
It turns out that he is really not a hybrid dragon. If he had known, he would not bully him.
Before Bai Huan died, he thought angrily.
The scene of hundreds of dragons and thousands of witches disappearing together is very spectacular, dyeing the originally white ice field into blood, only the small area where Mu Wanwan is located is clean.
It seems to be the last softness hidden in Mr. Long's heart. soft.
…
When everything was settled, everyone packed up and returned to Ifa City.
Most of the soldiers who came to help for the medicine pill were still alive, and were arranged by Chi Yan and Mo Teng to take a temporary rest in Yifa.
The curses of many of them disappeared because of the death of most of the witch clan, and some of them still needed to wait for Mu Wanwan to change their bodies to refine the medicine pills.
Uncle Chen wrote down all the names of these people, and Mo Teng made a contract with them in the name of Xianqing Pavilion.
Haijiu and the others were not in a hurry to leave yet, Jiu listened to the willful little princess gritted her teeth and said that she wanted to see what Mu Wanwan's original body looked like, otherwise she would not be reconciled.
She just smiled, Hai Jiu's mind wasn't bad, even if Mu Wanwan didn't look very good, she probably couldn't really do anything to Mr. Long, who she said "became the strongest partner again".
However, Wanwan's original appearance, she still has some expectations.
As for Moe-
Mengmeng is still in Nirvana. According to Mr. Long, there will be no one that will not come out in three or five months. Maybe it will be hatched again, but there will be no threat to life. Mu Wanwan just needs to wait quietly.
She doesn't feel pain, but her body has reached its limit. Mu Wanwan, who needs to be reincarnated, is half lying in Mr. Long's arms, looking at a room full of people, feeling rather helpless.
"I'm about to start." Aunt Hua held her hand, "Don't be afraid."
After Aunt Hua's words fell, Mu Wanwan felt that her eyes took a moment to look at. She blinked hard, and met Mr. Long's moist eyes, with tears still hanging from the eyelashes.
"lady."
His voice was hoarse, and Mu Wanwan was sad and helpless when he heard it—
Alas, really.
They are already such a powerful dragon, how can they still like to cry.
It's not that she can't survive. Aunt Hua said that Mu Ling can meet him again after reincarnating for a week at most.
Jiu Qing looked at Mr. Long with a bit of disgust, and laughed for a while, maybe the more he cherished it, the more he would be reluctant to part, even for a moment, he was unwilling.
"It's starting." Aunt Hua, who couldn't take it anymore, interrupted the crying dragon and began to take the wood spirit out of her body.
Mu Wanwan tried her best to smile at Baolong, and she slowly closed her eyes when she saw that the right hand she was holding was disappearing little by little.