Jin Yun is an evolved dragon among the White Dragon Clan. Although he no longer belongs to the White Dragon Clan after evolving into a Golden Dragon, the White Dragon Clan has always regarded him as the glory of the White Dragon Clan. Just now Cang Ming took action, and he saw that it was a dragon and the Golden Dragon Clan. It's because of the younger generation that I can't bear to say anything.
But the opponent, a mere human, actually wanted to eat dragon meat, and he couldn't bear it this time.
Di Jiuque dodged lightly, dodging the strong wind, but because he was not quick enough, the mask on his face shattered into pieces.
"Crack." It was just a small piece at first, and then the crack became larger and larger until it completely shattered.
A face that was as handsome as all heaven and earth was revealed.
"Hiss!" A faint gasp sounded.
Especially the White Dragon King who took action, his eyes bulged, and he stood there blankly, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.
This... this... evil spirit!
Bloody memories flooded into my mind like a tidal wave. Back then, it was this man who, with one hand, ripped off the skin and tendons of the emperor of their dragon clan and threw it into the dragon tomb like garbage.
The moment the mask shattered, a pressure as cold as ice was released, and the air was almost stagnant.
The man in black clothes and dark hair stared closely at the broken mask in his hand, with horrifying murderous intent emerging from his narrow eyes.
"Your Majesty!" The Dragon King of the Red Dragon Clan was the first to react, exclaimed, and quickly knelt down.
The speed made Yun Qingyan secretly stunned.
Where is the dignity of the dragon clan
Immediately afterwards, the White Dragon King knelt down without tears, "I didn't know that Your Majesty is here. If you offend Your Majesty, you will be punished by death."
No wonder they were so scared, it was because Emperor Jiuque left such a deep impression on them that the entire Dragon Clan was almost wiped out.
In a fit of rage, a million corpses will be laid down, and blood will flow for thousands of miles. It is nothing more than this.
Di Jiuque held the pieces of the mask tightly and looked at the White Dragon King with his cold eyes without any emotion, "You really deserve to die."
Ao Dong and Ao Nan took a step forward and said, "Your Majesty, if the White Dragon King offends you, our Dragon Clan will punish it.
I beg your Majesty to spare his life. "
Dragons are rare to begin with, and the relationship between Dragon Valley and Phoenix Cliff has been very tense recently. With the loss of a Dragon King, their Dragon Valley triangle has collapsed.
Cang Ming suffered a lot from Di Jiuque and did not dare to speak directly, so he could only rely on the contractual connection and Yun Qingyan for help.
Yun Qingyan received Cang Ming's request for help, took a step forward, and held the hand that wanted to attack.
She didn't take the White Dragon King seriously, but she had to give her some face.
Yun Qingyan, who has already mastered the hair smoothing skills, grabbed Di Jiuque's hand and smoothed the hair patiently, with a smile in his dark eyes, "Let the dragon clan handle this little white dragon by itself.
How tiring it is to do it yourself. "
At the end, Yun Qingyan added another sentence, "If your hand hurts from the beating, I will still feel sorry for you."
In front of everyone, everyone saw a thin layer of blush on the fair and delicate face of the handsome man who had been furious just now, and even his white jade-like ears were stained with a crystalline crimson.
The eyelids were drooped, and the clear, narrow, usually intimidating pupils were stained with a hint of shyness.
He pursed his thin lips slightly, and the curve of the corners of his mouth seemed to be slightly raised, but was suppressed by the owner pretending to be reserved.
Everyone: "?!!"
Damn it!
shy
Are they blind? !
The elder dragon rubbed his eyes vigorously. With the strength of the dragon, there would be no problem of myopia.
(End of chapter)