Seeing the Prince of Hearts walk in, the evil dragon mocked in a sarcastic tone:
"So what if you can kill me? If you don't dare to draw your sword, you're nothing!"
The bald knight turned around after hearing this. Unexpectedly, the prince followed him, so he stood in front of him and said, "Hurry and protect His Highness!"
The evil dragon's clumsy provocation actually had a miraculous effect on motivating the Prince of Hearts.
He pulled out his sword, his hands shaking.
But that look became more determined:
"For the people of the Kingdom of Heart, I must kill you!"
The look of satisfaction in the evil dragon's eyes was fleeting. It opened its mouth full of fangs and roared:
"As long as I kill you, no one can kill me!"
The remaining six knights, as if facing a powerful enemy, quickly formed an arrow formation and protected the front: "Protect His Highness the Prince!"
Suddenly, the evil dragon flapped its wings, and a strong wind surged out of the cave, making people unable to open their eyes.
But in the blink of an eye, it crossed the weak defense line of the six knights and rushed from the air towards the shivering Prince of Hearts.
The evil dragon wanted to die and even talked about killing the prince, which was just nonsense.
The four-meter-long body was as fast as thunder and rushed to the Prince of Hearts in an instant.
Tsk~
There was a muffled sound of piercing the pork, and the hot dragon's blood splashed on the face of the Prince of Hearts.
The evil dragon let out a shrill howl and fell heavily to the ground.
Smoke and dust were everywhere.
"His Royal Highness Prince!"
Ronan saw clearly that the evil dragon showed a relieved smile before it died.
This made him feel a little heavy.
"Your Highness, are you okay?"
The six knights quickly rushed to the prince and looked at the dragon who fell to the ground in surprise.
In a fatal situation, a counter-attack was suddenly realized.
For a moment, everyone was in disbelief.
Clang.
For some unknown reason, the prince of the Heart Peach Kingdom fell to the ground with the dragon's blood-stained sword in his hand, making a crisp sound.
A knight carrying a hammer, fearing that the evil dragon would fight back if it was not dead, kept banging on its head.
Red and white things spilled out, and the head was smashed to pieces.
Even that smile was distorted...
"Long live His Royal Highness!"
The bald knight's voice trembled, and his dirty hands wrapped in cloth wiped the dragon's blood from the prince's face.
The other knights suddenly came to their senses and agreed.
"The evil dragon was killed by His Royal Highness himself!"
"Your Highness the Prince is so awesome!"
These seven people were already dazzled by the victory.
After they checked that the dragon was completely dead, they excitedly lifted the prince up and threw him high.
"Long live His Royal Highness!"
"Long live His Royal Highness!"
As the person involved, the Prince of Hearts had no idea what happened at that time.
He thought the evil dragon didn't see his sword and accidentally bumped into it.
The joy of surviving the disaster, coupled with the sense of accomplishment of slaying the evil dragon, made the face of the Prince of Hearts turn a strange red.
"Where's the princess?"
The bald knight cut off the dragon's horn with a big sword and put it directly in a cloth bag regardless of the blood on it.
If he took this thing back, it would be enough for him to brag about for the rest of his life.
In other words, it was revenge.
"Look quickly, where is the princess?"
Everyone scattered around looking for him, but there was no trace.
"I remember there seemed to be a tower behind the lair."
After hearing the reminder from a certain knight, the seven people left here and rushed towards the tower.
Kate Theresa was still asleep and was awakened by repeated slamming on the door.
She came to the foot of the tower, had a brief chat with the proud Prince of Hearts, and then ran towards the nest.
The prince was a little stunned by such a move.
Next, shouldn't it be the rhythm of committing yourself to each other
He looked at Kate's beautiful figure and had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow him with the knights.
Eight people came to the corpse of the evil dragon in the cave.
"Don't worry, we have got rid of the evil dragon."
Kate didn't respond. After staring for a moment, she turned to look at the bald knight: "Can I borrow your sword?"
The bald knight looked at the prince, who nodded.
Taking the sword, Kate laboriously cut open the dragon's abdomen without letting anyone else help.
Apart from some filthy viscous liquid, there was nothing resembling human bones inside.
Kate suddenly laughed softly, as if she understood why the dragon lied.
Tears filled her eyes unsatisfactorily, and she couldn't help crying.
The men present were panicked and didn't know how to comfort him.
Tired from crying, Kate got up and hurried towards the tower.
She wanted to see if the dragon had left anything for her.
Back in the tower, Kate locked the door under the tower and left the Prince of Hearts outside.
She was not an imprisoned princess, so she naturally had no gratitude for being rescued.
Arriving at the top of the tower, Kate began to inspect the rooms.
Soon, she saw the blood-stained maroon handkerchief and the delicate flowers in the porcelain vase.
There is still moist dew on the petals, full of vitality.
At that moment, it seemed as if the most fragile and soft part of Kate's heart was hit by an invisible force.
She choked up.
...
Tears blurred her vision, and she cried uncontrollably.
The salty tears couldn't stop flowing.
She found herself crying like a baby, as if she was the girl she once was.
For a long time, Kate's pale and swollen eyes stared at the flowers in the vase.
She bent her knuckles slightly, slowly pulled the flower out of the vase, and held it tightly in her hand.
Together with the maroon square scarf stained with a drop of dragon's blood, he held it in his hand.
Opening the iron door, Kate walked out of the tower.
The Prince of Hearts was talking to the bald knight, saying that the dragon's blood on his collarbone seemed to be impossible to wash away.
Kate glanced at the man in front of her, not hiding the sullen look in her eyes.
Were these mindless guys following the evil dragon's plan to kill it
The prince was shy and felt a little embarrassed to be stared at. He turned his head and said, "Princess..."
Before he could finish speaking, Kate left quickly and mercilessly.
"Hey, you..."
Seeing that the bald knight was complaining about him, the prince stared at the retreating figure, raised his hand to stop his subordinate's words behind him: "Okay, just say a few words."
Kate rushed to the lair and came to the dragon's body.
She took out a handkerchief and tried to cover its head, but she couldn't.
Those dents cracked by the hammer were like wounds in her heart that could never be healed.
It would be nice if I could notice it earlier...
Faced with the death of the evil dragon, all she could do was sob.
Why does it deliberately distance itself and keep a distance
Kate doesn't know.
She vaguely felt that the evil dragon was deliberately seeking death, probably to protect her.
Otherwise, it is really difficult to explain why they would drift apart without any rift.
Women always like to think too much.
This is especially true for women who are depressed.
The tears had dried up, and Kate looked at the dragon corpse with thick blood, with a complicated expression.
She got up and returned to the tower, looking out of the window.
The sky is still gray.
It's just that the figure with wings spread is missing.
At that moment, Kate seemed to have grown wings.
With a sad smile on her lips, she stepped onto the window sill and jumped down...