Ao Qin's forehead burst with blue veins, and he squeezed out angry words from between his teeth, "Wu Yao, why should I believe you?"
Wu Yao looked aside indifferently, "You don't have to believe it, but it's not me who keeps his body useful."
Ao Qin suddenly raised his head to look at him with a grim face, a chill in his heart, and indescribable shock in his eyes, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Wu Yao grinned, "Your dragon clan's rules are not that day or two, do you really think that our other clans are all fools?"
Wu Yao looked at the sudden change in his face with a half-smile, and seemed to think it wasn't fun enough, and added, "Didn't the last leader die because of this?"
"Wu Yao." Ao Qin exuded a strong killing intent, "You better control your words and deeds."
Wu Yao looked at Ao Qin, who had always been famous for his handsomeness, with such an expression, knowing that he would not do anything to him, and he did not continue to provoke him.
Ao Qin's face was blue, and he said, "Let's talk next time."
He left in a hurry, and as soon as he left the enchantment, he couldn't wait to turn into a dragon, and quickly flew towards the territory.
He wanted to see if that trashy bastard dragon really woke up!
After Ao Qin turned into a blue dragon and flew away, Wu Yao laughed mockingly for a while—
The last leader of the Dragon Clan, Ao Bing, although his vitality was severely damaged after a battle with his father, was far from the point where he would die if his dragon horns were broken.
The reason why they died prematurely was that the old guys from the Qinglong tribe wanted his blood to continue their life
On the other hand, that waste dragon is stupid enough, and has already blocked a lot of infamy for others, both openly and secretly.
Do you really think they are good friends
Wu Yao's hairy laughter echoed in the air, the dragon race was so funny, so funny.
The most powerful branch was calculating all day long, and the other four tribes also stared at their own three-quarters of an acre, fighting with each other, surrounding the treasures left by the senior cultivators.
The current monarch is also stupid. He clearly has outstanding strength and talent, but he has not abandoned those feelings that he should not have. When I heard that the monster that might hatch from him before may be a precious chaotic beast, it will be destroyed by demons, witches, humans, and abyss. The monster was split into four and swallowed.
Killing all the way from the demon clan to the abyss, and hitting seven, it's really stupid.
Although this news is indeed not completely false.
However, it has not been divided into seven parts, but it has always been in their witch clan.
Wu Yao smiled and retracted his smile, flipped his fingers deftly, the ground cracked, and Wu Yao walked into a secret room.
On one side of the bed lay a comatose and disfigured witch.
Wu Yao saluted him with great respect, "Father."
Then, he walked slowly to the back of the witch, where a seventh-order spiritual jade was used to imprison a monster—
There was a cloud of black mist floating in the semi-transparent jade, and there seemed to be a hoarse roar in the air, a voice that made people feel hairy, but Wu Yao seemed to be very happy both physically and mentally.
"The Chaos Beast really lives up to its reputation. It has been sucked for more than a hundred years, and there is still a trace of consciousness." He stared at the black mist with a little obsession, and put his palm on the Lingyu. In the next moment, a burst of soul The tremor was so wonderful that he cried out strangely, with greed in his eyes, Wu Yao let go of his hand—
He has been stuck in the middle stage of sixth-order for many years, and he is only eligible to enjoy the qualification to suck a trace of chaotic soul every day when his father is in a coma. In just two months, his cultivation has been improved by a small realm, reaching the late sixth-order stage. s level.
Wu Yao knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to be the first soaring witch in ten thousand years.
It's a pity that his talent is limited, and this chaos is on the verge of collapse. Except for some treasures that may appear in the secret realm to allow him to break through, there is only one way to capture talent.
But my father has failed in this way.
Wu Yao clenched his fists tightly. Could it be that their Wu clan is really inferior to other clans
Dangerous light flashed in his eyes, his father failed, perhaps because he did not refuse anyone who came, and the sorcerer's body was not pure enough.
If he, Wu Yao, could find the talents of some extremely talented people, would everything be different
What is the bottom of his heart, Wu Yao's smile is getting bigger and bigger.
—Half a moment ago, in the mansion in the suburbs:
Jiu Qing was half lying on the bed, looking lazily at the sound transmission order he got from Ao Xue two days ago.
"Why hasn't this thing been moving for a few days?" Jiu Qing played with it twice, staring at the lifelike Qinglong hair engraved on it for a while.
She has been in a trance these past few days. If she ignores Bai Shuiyao's existence, she seems to have returned to the days when she was in love with Ao Xue.
The curse mark on her face has been reduced a lot. Spending more time every day to apply a thick rouge can cover a lot. Coupled with the natural charm of the nine-tailed fox clan, it really makes Ao Xue obedient to her.
only.
Her eyes flashed coldly, she was no longer the silly girl she used to be.
Five years is nothing to the demon clan, but it is enough for her to see a person's sincerity.
Bai Shuiyao's face has improved a lot in the past few days, and the man started to sway from side to side again.
Only this time, it can't make her sad anymore.
"Madam, please, don't let the master drive me away." Bai Shuiyao's cry came from outside the room, Jiu Qing frowned impatiently, pushed open the door, and saw Bai Shuiyao kneeling on the ground at a glance, There was also Ao Xue who looked helpless.
"Master." Bai Shuiyao was about to cry, her eyes were full of grievances, and there was a trace of hidden hatred.
She knew that her face was definitely not an accident, and that Ao Xue always only looked at her face. She thought that Jiu Qing could not threaten her, so she even agreed with Ao Xue that she would send some guards to help her in the past few days. revenge.
Back then, Mu Wanwan was unwilling to help her go to the Leng Palace beside the forbidden land and was punished, but she never forgot, and she would marry her when the matter was over.
But fortunately, she didn't know if it was her talent or what. A beautiful face couldn't be ruined. The scars were almost healed in a few days, so she hooked Ao Xue back.
"I'm willing to be a maid, as long as you let me accompany the master, even if I don't have a name." Bai Shuiyao cried, matching the not deep scar on her cheek, but it really had a bit of a lovable meaning. .
Ao Xue's heart was a little soft again, after all, this woman really moved his heart in bed.
He looked at Jiu Qing in embarrassment, "Jiu'er, what do you think?"
Jiu Qing raised her eyebrows, her eyes flashing bright red, "Why, forcing me to admit her name?"
When her voice fell, Ao Xue's face became a little ugly. He stretched out his hand to help Bai Shuiyao, who was kneeling on the ground, with an indifferent tone, "Jiu'er, I haven't disliked you very much all these years, Yaoyao is what I really like, I Promise, she's the last one."
Ao Xue said, looking at Jiu Qing, her eyes were full of confidence that she would be willing to forgive herself.
His eyes were like a sharp knife, and the disdain of being deeply loved made her heart hurt as if it was torn apart.
Why does he think that he can't live without him
Why does he think that she must love him
Jiu Qing narrowed his eyes, but the corners of his lips rose.
"Madam, it's all my fault. You can beat or scold you. Please don't ignore the master. He has lost a lot of weight these days." .
"What did you say, Jiu'er is not that kind of person, she will not tolerate you." Ao Xue said, and the two looked at Jiu Qing together.
He looked at her affectionately, as if waiting for her to nod like he had given in countless times before.
The Qinglong voice transmission order hidden in the sleeve lit up, and Ao Qin's rather annoyed voice reached Jiuqing's mind—
"Your Majesty has woken up, the blood sacrifice plan has changed, all the Qinglong people in the capital, quickly encircle and suppress them."
Jiu Qing was shocked, and her first reaction was to hurry up and inform Mu Wanwan.
Today is the day when Mu Wanwan goes out once every tenth day. Could it be said that it was just discovered today
Thousands of thoughts flashed through Jiuqing's heart for a moment. Ao Xue had collected some materials many times before, and the situation of going out immediately matched the word "blood sacrifice".
Where would she be unfamiliar with the blood sacrifice, it turned out that the Dragon Clan did not kill their lord, besides not being able to get his horn, there was another reason.
No wonder Ao Xue didn't care about her so much recently. Is it her dream of getting more pure flesh and blood in the blood sacrifice to break through the fourth and fifth ranks and become a strong man
Jiu Qing felt chills in her heart, she didn't hesitate, she just took steps to tell Mu Wanwan the news quickly.
But she wanted to leave, but someone stopped her.
Bai Shuiyao hugged Jiuqing's thigh tightly and cried, "Madam, please."
"I'm just by my side all the time, no matter what you want to do to me."
Jiu Qing had long been impatient, kicked Bai Shuiyao to the ground with one foot, and showed an incomparably beautiful smile at Ao Xue, whose face was full of anger, with red lips raised and a scorching smile in the corners of his eyes, "I agreed."
Ao Xue froze in place, and the next moment, she found that the person who had stopped in front of her had disappeared.
She is much stronger than him, and he can only see the red corners of her clothes, shining in the scorching sun that makes his heart palpitate.
Ao Xue woke up a little like a dream. He seemed to recall the time when he first met her at the Monster Race banquet—
The flame red dress, the face of the world.
Bai Shuiyao tugged at Ao Xue's sleeve, looking aggrieved, "Master, it hurts a bit."
She didn't know why Jiuqing suddenly changed her tune, but it was a good thing for her.
Ao Xue sympathetically touched the scar on her face, Bai Shuiyao leaned against his chest, but Ao Xue felt that something was not right in her heart.
It seems like something is missing.
- At this moment, perhaps due to some intuition, Mr. Long is always a little uneasy.
He controlled Hongye and set up hallucinations on her, so that when she returned to the mansion in the evening, it would not attract the attention of others.
The yard also has the illusion that was laid out before, which should be able to drag on for a while.
But he always felt something was wrong. He looked at the lady beside him who was looking at him. The cold wind blew the veil around her hat, and he could vaguely see her smiling shyly.
He gently lifted her veil and met a pair of suspicious eyes, "Mr. Long, what's the matter with you?"
Mu Wanwan saw that he shook his head, put down his big hand, grabbed her hand unnaturally, and stood beside her.
Mu Wanwan was quite helpless and walked side by side with him on the road.
They passed the entrance of the market smoothly, and none of those people found the existence of Mr. Long.
Her mood was a little complicated, mixed with joy—
Such a powerful, gentle and shy awkward dragon belongs to her.
One person and one dragon were walking down the street. Mu Wanwan blushed and was held in his hand, "Speaking softly, Uncle Zong is a lion orc. Before we were able to get through most of the difficulties, we had to rely on him."
"I'm going to see Jiuqing later, you should know each other."
Mu Wanwan said that before she left, she had already told Mr. Long all this.
"Okay." Mr. Long responded, and when he walked to an alley, he suddenly said, "Gift."
Mu Wanwan was stunned for a moment, then realized that Mr. Long was talking about a gift he specially prepared for Uncle Zong and the others, in order to thank them for taking care of her before.
She curled the corners of her lips a little dumbfounded, "Take it all"
Before she could finish the words "I'm carrying it", a strong wind blew past her side and blew off her hood.
There was a pull from the wrist, and Mu Wanwan was guarded by Mr. Long behind him.
The strong wind dissipated, and Mu Wanwan saw the person in front of him clearly, "Jiu Qing?"
As soon as Jiu Qing saw her, he immediately said, "Run quickly, your husband's waking up has been discovered."
Mu Wanwan's eyes widened, a little unresponsive.
Found out? But it was fine in the morning, how could it be discovered
Jiuqing's tone was very urgent, and handed the Qinglong clan's voice transmission order to her, "I didn't lie to you, this is the Qinglong clan's voice transmission order, I have already removed the marks of me and Ao Xue, you are bleeding. After confessing to the Lord, you can hear their news.”
"There are many strong people in the Qinglong clan, and some of them have come back from other territories recently, ready to sacrifice the king in blood." Jiu Qing said and grabbed her wrist, "Don't worry about your dragon husband, you don't care at all. It is impossible to fight against the Qinglong family, you and me go."
"I will take you back to the demon clan, and I will definitely protect you."
As she said that, she went to hold Mu Wanwan's hand.
Mu Wanwan was shocked, and then quickly calmed down.
There is no need for Jiuqing to lie to her, then it is very likely that they were really discovered. She calmly broke away Jiuqing's hand, "Jiuqing, thank you, but I can't"
Before she could finish her words, Jiu Qing became furious, "Why are you so stupid, what is good about dragons, they are greedy and selfish, and they will only make you keep giving."
"Your lord, your husband, even if he gave you a drop of blood, what did he do for you when you were working so hard? He knows that every time you go to the market, you have to buckle up for so few spiritual stones. How careful is he? Does he know how much you like him?" Jiu Qing was obviously very excited, she looked at Mu Wanwan, as if she had seen herself back then.
Such eyes and such an expression, is not willing to leave, is deep love.
But she made a mistake once, she didn't want to see someone like her.
dragon.
Dragon.
The most unbelievable creature in the world.
Jiu Qing stared at Mu Wanwan, his words were sharp, and every word was cruel, "He doesn't know, the dragons are ruthless, and now that what he woke up to has been discovered, compared with the entire Qinglong clan, you are fundamentally It's impossible to win, listen to me, walk with me, he's just a drag for you!"
Jiu Qing's eyes were filled with hatred and pain, "Dragon is unbelievable!"
"Don't talk about it." Mu Wanwan couldn't listen anymore, she threw off Jiu Qing's hand.
Even though she knew that Jiu Qing was for her own good, she was a little bit unbearable when she said that to Mr. Long.
When she heard the word "drag", she was about to die of fear.
She could feel Mr. Long grabbing her hand and sliding down a little bit, and she didn't even dare to look at that dragon's expression now.
He was already wearing clothes, and he was afraid that he would be a drag on him, even though she didn't care at all.
"Don't be obsessed." Jiu Qing narrowed his eyes and decided to get the person away directly, "Come with me."
She is a fifth-order powerhouse, and although Mu Wanwan resisted hard, she still didn't hold her wrist tightly.
Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long who was standing in the same place with his head lowered in disbelief. He felt very aggrieved in his heart. He said he was going to take her away, why did he stop now
Mu Wanwan gritted his teeth and grabbed Mr. Long's arm, and when he opened his mouth, he cried in a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty, didn't you say you want to take me away?"
When her voice fell, Jiuqing's pupils shrank slightly, and she stopped subconsciously, Mu Wanwan took the opportunity to break free of her hand, and threw herself into Mr. Long's arms like a sculpture regardless.
She clung to his shirt tightly.
She wanted to look up at him, but warm tears fell on her face.
From his eyes, drop by drop hit her face, down her cheek and onto her lips, extremely bitter.
It was Mr. Long's tears.