"Xiaoluo, if you don't let me go, I won't love you anymore!"
The fur all over the body of the cheap dragon stood up, like a scoundrel, howling at the top of his lungs.
Ling Luo: "..."
"Xiao Luo, you are a heartless person. Oh, oh, oh, you actually dislike me because of my poor cultivation. I will no longer live. I will no longer live. I will die."
Jianlong burst into tears and his nose was full of tears, and his acting skills were extremely exaggerated.
Ling Luo watched this scene, the corners of his eyes and lips twitching uncontrollably, and said: "The river is not sealed, the well is not sealed, if you want to die, just die."
Cheap Dragon: "..."
Well, he also felt that his behavior just now was a bit retarded.
A certain big fat cat stretched out a paw, stopped its hysterical behavior, curled up into a ball in displeasure, squatted on the ground, and made a resentful "purr" sound in its throat.
Ling Luo was speechless.
The emotional dragon really thinks of himself as a cat.
"Um, queen, could you please listen to me?"
At this moment, Huang Quan fluttered his wings in the form of an ice bird and flew from Xuanyuan Yu's shoulder to the front of Ling Luo.
Ling Luo raised his eyebrows and said, "Say."
Compared to the cheap dragon, Yu's Huangquan is more reliable.
They are both dragons, so why is the gap so big?
"Queen, you'd better take him with you." Huang Quan looked extremely serious, his demonic pupils were bright, "As long as the royal family of the Dragon Realm, within one year after birth, their elders will help them sacrifice a natal dragon weapon. The natal dragon weapon
, is the support of a dragon throughout his life. Even if the dragon dies, 60% to 70% of the skill will be sealed in the natal dragon weapon."
"The Nine Hell Dragon Cauldron is the natal dragon weapon my eldest brother used to help my nephew sacrifice when he was born. The natal dragon weapon has a resonance with the dragon. Queen, you go to kill the demon thief, if you bring
By following the small prison, we will definitely be able to find the holder of the Nine Prisons Dragon Cauldron as quickly as possible."
Hearing what Huang Quan said, Ling Luo's thoughtful gaze shifted to Jianlong again.
"Yes, yes, what the second uncle said is true. Xiaoluo, take me with you!"
Seeing that things were turning around, Jianlong immediately jumped into Ling Luo's arms and started to do all sorts of things to please her and nuzzle her.
Ling Luo laughed dumbly.
She has no resistance to cute and fluffy dumplings.
She stretched out a hand to smooth down the fur of Jianlong, from the head to the tip of the tail. The hair was so comfortable that Jianlong could not help but want it.
"Okay, since Huang Quan has helped you plead for mercy, I will take you and help you get your natal dragon weapon back."
A faint smile appeared on Ling Luo's lips.
There is a saying that goes, misfortunes lie on the back of blessings, and blessings lie on the backs of misfortunes.
Elder Songhe and the law enforcement elders sent the hunting mission to this lonely city of dead souls originally with the intention of harming her, but now they didn't expect that they actually succeeded in killing the dragon.
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The next day, Ling Luo packed up and set out on the road with Xuanyuan Yu, Huang Quan and Jianlong.
Qingcheng Ye Ling stayed to help take care of Moonlight Venerable, who was still in poor health shortly after his resurrection.
As for addiction, he is one of the Seven Demon Gods. His status is tense and embarrassing, and it is really not appropriate to show his face.
In the sky above Evernight Peak, Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu rode the wind and dragon to meet up with Jing Rong.
"Good morning, senior brother."
Ling Luo smiled slightly and said hello in a friendly manner.
Jingrong glanced at Ling Luo and felt that she was very powerful and that there was a faint aura of the avenue floating around her body, and she felt horrified.