"I like this name. It sounds much better than Asura." Shen Yanxiao smiled slightly. Compared with a name like Asura that is full of murderous intent, Xiu's real name sounds much better.
"Brother Siyu, doesn't he know your real name? Why did he call you Asura?"
Xiudao: "Since I became the God of Fighting, I have given up my name. As long as I am the God of Fighting, I will be called Asura."
The three characters "Asura" are symbols of the God of War and are indelible.
Shen Yanxiao pursed her lips and held Xiu's hand firmly. She pointed at her heart and said to Xiu: "Here, I love Emperor Xiu."
What she loves is this God who thinks about her all the time, this God who puts her first no matter where and when, and this God who has trained her from a loser to where she is today.
Her imperial cultivator.
Xiu's eyes became extremely soft, but within that softness, there seemed to be the same emotion boiling. He suddenly pulled Shen Yanxiao into his arms, and without giving her a chance to speak, he lowered his head and covered the rosy face. of cherry lips.
The lingering kiss seemed to let out his inner feelings.
Shen Yanxiao's breathing was slightly rapid, but he showed no intention of resisting.
After the kiss ended, a blush appeared on Shen Yanxiao's fair face.
Embarrassing, in the dragon god's lair, is it really okay to have such close contact with a big thorn?
"Follow me, I know where the Dragon King's Order is." Xiu looked at Shen Yanxiao's red face with satisfaction, tightened her little hand, and walked towards one of the corridors.
"You know?" Shen Yanxiao was stunned for a moment. Does Xiu have a good relationship with the Dragon God? He even knew where the Dragon God's previous things were.
Xiu guessed Shen Yanxiao's doubts and pointed at his head.
"I can feel it."
"..." Well, she knew that a certain tough old man couldn't guess with normal thinking.
Xiu led Shen Yanxiao for a long walk. There were some extremely abstract paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor. Shen Yanxiao looked at the paintings that were as abstract as modern abstract art. Curious why there is such a magical thing here.
In a moment, they had reached the end of the corridor, and a wooden door with gold coins blocked their eyes.
"Another seal?" Shen Yanxiao glanced at Xiu.
Xiu nodded.
How much does this dragon god not want to give the Dragon King Order to anyone else?! The seals left by so many high-ranking gods are simply torturing the dragon clan’s nerves! Who the hell can break them!
If he hadn't had such a powerful being like Xiu by his side, Shen Yanxiao would probably have shed tears looking at Shi Menkong just like those other dragon scum.
Xiu used the seal technique again and easily touched the seal on the door.
The moment the wooden door was pushed open, Shen Yanxiao was stunned by the scene inside!
An extremely huge eight-winged golden dragon was lying quietly in the huge room. That eight-winged golden dragon was stronger and more beautiful than any one Shen Yanxiao had ever seen, and its golden dragon scales were dazzling. The luster, the four pairs of retracted dragon wings are so strong and powerful.
Compared with the eight-winged golden dragon in front of me, those eight-winged golden dragons in the north are simply like malnourished guys.
Surrounded by the eight-winged golden dragon, a token with a golden halo was placed on a small platform.