967. Chapter 967 The blood of Emperor Yaori Huoyuan 2
"Boss, you farted, it smells so bad." Chunbai muttered and complained, while stretching out a small white paw and pinching his nose.
"Fart?" The cheap dragon lowered his head, felt the heat at the base of his ears, hummed softly, and said, "How noble I am, I will not do such a shameful thing as farting!"
Chunbai blinked her big wet eyes with some grievance, and said: "But boss, you lie down in front of someone's face. If they feel it, you fart."
The mean dragon's meowing face condensed into a huge embarrassment, a deep look of embarrassment flashed across his red-black eyes, and he coughed softly: "That's your illusion!"
"Really not!" Chunbai pinched her nose with one hand and stretched out the other hand, waving in protest, "Boss, your farts have a special smell. The master said that because you are always constipated, boss, you poop in
It has been fermented in the stomach for too long, so the gas released is particularly smelly."
This time, not even the night could conceal the embarrassment of the dragon. His head was on fire, and the flames were raging.
"I told you it wasn't my emperor who farted!"
He roared at Chunbai, and roared in anger: "It's obviously your own fart, and you want to frame it on my head! Dragons never fart!"
The hair on Pure White's body was all set on fire.
There was no doubt that the quilt on the couch was also on fire.
Ling Luo frowned, rubbed his sleepy eyes with an unhappy look, and muttered in an extremely unhappy tone: "Why are you making so much noise? I'm up late at night..."
The next moment.
"Ah! It's on fire!"
Ling Luo's eyes suddenly widened, looking at the black flames that had spread to the entire quilt, the corners of his eyes twitched fiercely, and the veins on his forehead popped out.
She jumped off the couch suddenly and looked at the culprit whose head was still filled with sparks beside the pillow.
"Prison, what are you doing!"
The cheap dragon was in a bad mood. He turned around and roared indiscriminately at Ling Luo: "I told you that dragons never fart!"
"嘤嘤嘤——"
Chunbai flapped her little wings and flew away from the fire area. She threw herself into Ling Luo's arms with great grievance and cried: "Master, boss, he bullied me."
Ling Luo sighed helplessly, stretched out a hand, and touched the pure white head soothingly.
These two troublemakers are really hopeless.
"predict--"
An extremely loud voice sounded in the room.
Ling Luo and Chun Bai's gazes subconsciously moved towards the source of the sound, and the flame of shame on the culprit's head burned even brighter.
"What are you looking at? Huh!" The cheap dragon looked extremely ferocious. He opened his mouth and breathed fire when he spoke, "I don't fart! Illusions are all illusions!"
"..."
Ling Luo was completely helpless, with a whole row of black lines drawn on her head. She drooped her eyelids and slowly glanced around the room.
At least seven or eight places have been burned by the black fire that the dragon spits out when it is furious.
Extreme fire is different from ordinary fire in the world. The fire spreads very quickly and burns very quickly. After a while, the whole house was turned into a sea of flames.
"Speaking of which, there is nothing to be ashamed of when a dragon farts." Ling Luo stepped forward, stretched out his hand, grabbed the skin on the dragon's neck, lifted it up, and said, "What is there to be ashamed of?