"My emperor... Is my emperor's dragon body really ugly?" He was already starting to feel unconfident.
"Uh-huh!"
"nonsense!"
"Don't you know how to take a pee and look in the mirror?"
The little bitch dragon who just made a sound had his big red-black eyes covered with a thick layer of water, glistening wetly, and he looked very pitiful.
"Awwwww——"
He did not express himself as usual, but stretched out his two little dragon paws, covered his face, and began to sob.
A certain little cheap dragon cried more and more fiercely, and its entire plump black dragon body was trembling.
Everyone was stunned, and the mocking expressions on their faces froze.
What is the situation?
"Hey, aren't you?" Ling Luo turned her head, her eyes twitching slightly, looking at the fat black thing on the ground in disbelief, "You're crying after such a small blow? It's really getting more and more frustrating.
.”
The little cheap dragon raised his head, revealing his dark face with blurred tearful eyes that looked a bit ugly, and accused Ling Luo: "What do you mean such a small blow? This is a very serious blow, okay! Little
You idiot! Ooooooooooo-"
A certain dragon, whose self-esteem was severely damaged, began to raise his voice again and cried hysterically.
The entire Yuling Pavilion trembled. Ling Luo frowned, her head hurt, and she couldn't help but stretched out her hands and covered her ears.
Chunbai also stretched out two small white paws, covered her ears, and begged: "Boss, stop crying. Although you have become less handsome and powerful, people are still on your side and will still
I adore you as always."
"Ooooooooooooo-"
Not to mention this, it was okay, but once I mentioned it, a certain guy whose self-esteem was greatly affected cried even more miserably.
"It's so noisy!"
Ling Luo finally couldn't stand it any longer, and yelled at the black mass at his feet: "Are you still finished? You already have a dragon body, why are you being pretentious? What does it matter if you are uglier?
Aren’t the naughty babies wrinkly, wet, ugly and ugly when they were born?!”
Speaking of which, the prison's reshaping of a dragon's body can be regarded as another form of rebirth, basically the same as the birth of a dragon cub from its shell.
The difference is that Prison is a fusion of three dragon bones, and after seven or forty-nine thunder tribulations, it climbed out of its original dilapidated body.
The humble dragon was stunned by Ling Luo's Hedong lion roar. The dragon's mouth was open, drool hung on it, and two long snots hung under its two black round nostrils.
Ling Luo had no choice but to hold a long towel in her hand. She knelt down, picked up the little dragon, put it inside, and wiped it carefully.
ugly.
It's really ugly.
The black scales have not yet grown, and the body is wrinkled and wrinkled. Because it was just born, the body is still covered with some sticky liquid of unknown origin.
The prison at this moment is not much different from a plump, oversized black cicada pupa.
Ling Luo asked Xuanyuan Yu to help, prepared a bucket of warm water, and carefully gave the dragon a bath.
However, what is depressing is that even if the mucus on the surface is washed away, those black wrinkled skin-like things on the body are still extremely stubborn.