"You brought me back here." The man's words were full of disgust.
Fusang raised his head sharply. Now he was no longer confused by the beauty. He noticed the difference in him and couldn't help but get closer.
"What are you doing?" Fusang stretched out his delicate hand and intuitively reached for two things on the man's forehead.
"Damn it." The man took two steps back in disgust.
"Woman, don't touch my horns again~"
"Horns?" Fusang stared at the two tentacles in confusion and pondered for a moment.
"Wow, I get it, aren't these just sheep's horns? They look similar to the horns on the head of the sheep I raise at home." Fusang chuckled twice.
Um, no, a person with horns?
Fusang seemed to realize what the problem was.
"You, you are a monster?"
Did he follow him back when he was running during the day?
"This is not a ram's horn~" The man spat out the insult clearly, word by word. This was absolutely a huge insult.
In fact, you can’t blame Fusang for not knowing Dragon Horn. Since the battle between the Dragon King and the Immortal, the Dragon King has disappeared, and the dragons rarely appear in the human world anymore. The less seen, they naturally become rare species. Little ones like Fusang
It’s not surprising that the girl has never seen him before.
"Are those horns? The horns should be longer and sharper~" Confused about what kind of horn it was, Fuso actually forgot that it might be a monster.
"This is the dragon horn~" The man's patience was about to be worn away, but he didn't understand why he still wanted to talk to this ignorant human being. By the way, it was for his own strong self-esteem, and he must let her understand.
This is the dragon's horn. The noble dragon's horn must not be insulted in the slightest.
"Tch~ You are coaxing the child. Only dragons have dragon horns. You are at most a sheep turned monster!" Fusang chuckled twice, and suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and there was an extra hand on his neck.
"Woman, how dare you question my identity." He could easily take Fusang's life with just a move of his fingers.
"Cough cough cough~" Fusang was out of breath and coughed violently,
"I, I, let me go, I can't breathe."
"Woman, I am the noble Dragon King, how dare you say that I am a sheep~ I have to eat you to relieve my hatred!" It has been a thousand years. He has not tasted anything other than mud for a thousand years.
Already.
Although this woman looks thin, she tastes really good. The taste of blood just now was really delicious.
The Dragon King stuck out his tongue and slid it across Fusang's face. The skin was so tender and smooth, so wonderful.
But just as the man bit Fusang's neck, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. He jumped away suddenly and covered his neck, as if ten thousand hammers were hitting his neck at the same time.
Fuso was more surprised than the man. He bit himself, but it seemed more painful than him.
Touching the bitten place, Fusang felt a little confused.
"What's going on?" The man was furious. After the pain subsided a little, he immediately pounced on Fusang. Unfortunately, as long as he bites Fusang, the same place on his body as where Fusang was bitten will produce severe pain.
pain.
"Is it because of that drop of blood?" The frustrated man finally stopped, stared angrily, rubbed the sore places on his body, and came to a conclusion.