The dragon's claws were huge, and they grabbed her and wrapped them in the palm of his hand; while grabbing her, he accidentally cut her waist, causing blood to flow out.
A heavy rain suddenly came and enveloped the entire valley. The dragon's huge body filled such a vast and deep abyss, but it seemed unable to turn around.
When it hits the ground, the green grass is like a blanket.
The valley bottom is quiet, with ankle-deep grass and full of unknown flowers; there are two shallow pools, rippled by heavy rain.
The giant dragon landed and occupied the entire valley. Yun Qiao felt that her breath had disappeared, and she did not dare to move.
Looking into his eyes, those golden eyes were fixedly looking at her.
There was a whistling wind in her ears, and Yun Qiao could no longer hear the sound. She could only hear her own heartbeat, which was louder than thunder.
The heavy rain was temporary and stopped soon, but the fog in the valley was heavier, and the valley bottom could not be seen from above. The valley bottom was like a fairyland, with a giant dragon's scales heavily armored, which gave off a faint luster after getting wet with rainwater, which made it even more scary.
Yun Qiao has had countless ideas.
Back then, the Great Witch did indeed summon a god. He was half god and half demon, covered in human blood, and hiding among the human race. Before this moment, these were just legends.
She has never seen a dragon.
The dragon was so huge that it exceeded her imagination. She forgot her fear and stared at it blankly.
The next moment, the dragon body disappeared.
The man stood in the middle of the valley, dressed in black and with a cold face.
He walked towards her quickly: "What are you doing?"
Why jump off a cliff?
Yun Qiao looked at him steadily, her mind was shaken, all her plans had changed, she was as weak as if she had lost control, and her whole body was limp.
With no one to help her, she fell to the ground.
Her "mother", or should I say the person from the divine witch clan who pregnant her, told her that the great witch of the human race had summoned the gods to come down to earth - Chu Li, the young prince of the human race, had no maternal clan or origin, but was inexplicably extremely prestigious.
If he hadn't been unable to escape in order to pacify the demon, the position of Human Emperor would have been his.
It is very possible that he is the god who descended to earth.
Yun Qiao saw the whole picture and fell to the ground suddenly.
She should be grateful, thank him for sparing the lives of the witches and not killing the whole witches just to take away the sundial.
She sat on the wet soft grass, tears rolling down her face.
He knelt down in front of her.
Gently wiping away her tears with his hand, he sighed, his voice soft and coaxing: "Stop crying."
Yun Qiao raised her eyes and looked at him.
Thick fog drifted above the valley floor, and everything except him was completely white.
Her eyes were full of tears.
A tear slipped from the corner of his eye.
His Adam's apple rolled, and he looked at her intently, suppressing the raging desires in his heart.
Yun Qiao blinked again, her eyelashes stained with crystal tears, making her wet eyelashes look pitiful.
He lost his mind.
It was like seeing her for the first time.
The first time they met, he wanted to trap the high priest of Shangqing Mountain, but he was shocked by her beauty and changed his mind.
By some strange combination of circumstances, she followed her and wasted two years in Shangqing Mountain.
If it hadn't been for the constant urging of the half-demon body, he might have been trapped in Shangqing Mountain for the rest of his life.
Wuwuhua has a very short lifespan, he can accompany her for the rest of her life, and then go dig their sundial.
He is obsessed with her.
He couldn't help but clasp the back of her neck and kissed her lips.
Yun Qiao cried again.
She cried hard, but her hand tightly grabbed his arm, trying to get hold of him.
He pressed her down on the grass.
The queen's ceremonial dress was cumbersome and heavy, but his hand seemed to have a sharp weapon and instantly tore her clothes.
Stripped of these dresses, she is still herself, Yun Qiao from Shangqing Mountain.
She lay on the pile of dresses and welcomed the reunion after nearly four years.
"Joel."
He bit her earlobe gently, and when his love reached its peak, he called her softly over and over again, "Master...Master..."
Yun Qiao almost died in his hands.
She drifted up and down, as if she were in the clouds, and her whole body became limp.