"Girl, I'm so lucky by your side!" The nightmare who was staying in Qingge's body widened his skeleton eyes in surprise and shouted excitedly.
Lucky luck -
Qingge's mouth twitched. Could it be that Yan Yan wanted to have a lingering love with this ancient beast?
Yan seemed to have not found any impure things that Qingge thought in his mind, and then said: "The Eight-Bone Crocodile Dragon, it will take ten thousand years to have an egg in the mother body. The egg is only the size of a palm, and it will hatch for ten thousand years.
Growing up for ten thousand years, eight bones for ten thousand years, sixteen thorns for ten thousand years, and such a creature will take 50,000 years to be derived. I was a beast trainer during my lifetime, and the most powerful monster I have ever met in my life is just a high-level monster
, This kind of ancient ferocious beast is hard to see in a thousand years."
Qingge looked at the eight-bone crocodile dragon in amazement. It was unbelievable that this vast continent was really magical. It took 50,000 years, how many centuries it was.
Times are changing, and everything in the world is unpredictable. The ferocious beast that only spreads in 50,000 years is a great disaster for mankind, and also a miracle and legend.
A legend symbolizing this era of heroes.
"What will happen if I anger it?" Qingge asked.
Yan Yan said, "Do you want to use the Eight Bone Crocodile Dragon to kill Xun Wulei?"
Qingge admitted: "But I am worried that the Eight-Bone Crocodile Dragon will hurt Emperor Jiujun and the others."
"If it were normal, I would definitely let you give up this idea. Ninety million people in the world dare not pull out tiger hair, let alone the eight-bone crocodile dragon."
Yan Yan said in an orderly manner: "But now, this is the best way to fight back from the Jedi. Anyway, you only have a few lives, and that's a whole army, and even elder-level demons. It's better to take a gamble."
Yan Yan is a man with impulsive devil blood flowing in his bones.
After receiving the praise of Yanyan, when he heard this, Qingge curled his lips and smiled, and his eyes were filled with fierce light.
If you don’t enter the tiger’s den, how can you get a tiger’s son?
If you take a gamble, you may even survive from death.
If you keep waiting like this, you will be dead.
"But..." Yan Youyou said, "If you want to wake up the Eight Bone Crocodile Dragon, you have to think of a solution. I forgot to say that the Eight Bone Crocodile Dragon will wake up for ten thousand years and sleep for ten thousand years.
When it wakes up, it is the chaos of the prehistoric world. When it sleeps, the world is peaceful..."
Qingge: "..."
Sleeping for ten thousand years?
What about hibernation?
After coughing dryly, Qingge was at a loss.
She really has no choice but to use this Eight-Bone Crocodile Dragon.
The skin of the Eight Bone Crocodile Dragon is harder than the most solid city wall. The sixteen sharp and wild bone spurs are like his protective weapons. For a beast that is so strong that it is too strong to stab a knife and can't even sense it.
It would be quite difficult to wake him up.
Qingge said it was a headache.
At this moment, in the evening, the army stationed outside the mountains woke up in the tent of the base camp.
He seemed to remember something, frowned, lifted his tent and walked towards Lucas' camp.
However, strangely, there was no guardian soldier in Lucas Camp.
Walking into the tent, Xun Wulei's pupils suddenly tightened. Lucas on the bed barely fainted, his hands, feet, and limbs were bandaged, and blood overflowed. It could be seen that it was a wound that was broken by the tendons and veins.
Lucas also has many dense wounds with deep bones on his body.
Xun Wulei frowned. He always felt that things were not that simple, but Lucas was a peak high-level demon, and it was difficult to hurt him.
Omaba—
Who are you?
Xun Wulei touched his chin and raised a smile on the corner of his lips.
At this moment, Xun Wulei found that there was a piece of white paper on the table in the tent, and the words were covered with blood.
Xun Wulei walked forward and gently picked up the paper. The blood on the paper was slightly dried, and the lines of flying dragons and phoenixes danced—
The Elf Clan and the Demon King are in the same lineage, assassinating Lord Lukas and fifty brothers. I am going to sneak into the mountain to get important clues for the King Crazy King, and never let them go, betray the King Crazy King, and die
!
Write, Omaba.
It seems that such a weird name destroys the beauty of paper.
A deep meaning flashed through Xunwulei's eyes. He held rice paper in one hand, raised his other hand, touched the blood on the blood, and then held it in his mouth. Then, Xunwulei's eyes trembled!
The blood of the higher demons!
Xunwushes sinks his eyes—
"Omaba, am I worried too much?"
Xun Wulei sat in the tent for a long time, then left the tent and walked towards the base camp, furious, "It's true that the elves are bad, and they dare to betray me. Since that's the case, don't blame me for turning against others."
At night, Xun Wulei secretly sent someone to the mountains to inform the elves. See you in the old place at midnight.
Unfortunately, as soon as the medium-sized demon entered the mountains, he was killed by Wuyou, who was lurking at the foot of the mountains.
Wuyou looked at the corpse of the medium-sized demon and was shocked. "I was really told by the demon king. Qingge would interfere in this matter, and Xun Wulei would send someone in to find the elves."
"I have to say that the demon king and his sister have a close relationship." Fu Xi said with a smile.
"If you have a good understanding, don't you want to have a baby with me..." Wuyou raised his hands in a coquettish manner and hummed proudly.
Fuxi grabbed Wuyou's sleeve, raised his face, and looked at him with tears in his eyes, "Sir Holy Beast, can I give birth to a baby for you?"
Wuyou: "…"
roll.
He was so perverted that he was outrageous that he didn't even let go of children.
Fuxi giggled.
Wuyou had a dark face and destroyed the medium-sized demons and then carried Wuyou back to the waterfall with a fierce momentum.
"Xun Wulei sent a medium-sized demon, which has been killed." Wuyou threw Fu Xi to the ground and said.
Ji Yue leaned on the bed and smiled faintly.
As he thought, before Qingge went into the sea, he would block Xun Wulei and the elves's backs.
Still, like before, he is a perfect fool.
Never think about herself, even if she is injured, as long as the people around her are well, she can still smile like a flower.
Ji Yue smiled again. The smile was like the water that could not be melted under the deep sea, soft and soft, like a half-drunk and half-awake spring breeze blowing quietly, filling her eyes.
The saint who was taking care of Long San felt depressed when he saw Ji Yue's smile, and felt shocked, sad, and a little relieved.
The demon king who has been lonely for thousands of years rarely laughs. Even if he is smiling evilly, his beautiful eyes are cold.
The Saint always thought that he was so naturally.
It turns out that it is just his warmth and tenderness that does not belong to her.
The love between men and women is gentle and rough, and it depends on people.
Emperor Jiujun was very pleased, and then laughed and asked, "Demon King, how did you know that Xun Wulei would definitely send someone here?"
"It's normal."
Ji Yue said indifferently, with a gentle touch on the corner of her lips, "That idiot wants to sacrifice his life for justice. Since he has done it, he will do it to the end and help us pave the way for the retreat. She left white crystals for us to negotiate with the elves, which will inevitably be destroyed.
The agreement between the elves and Xun Wulei made the elves stand on the line with us. And this is her style, and she still has not changed, and she is still as stupid as she is."
She is more cruel than anyone else, but she is kind-hearted and sacrifices herself for others.
The evil man was full of pampering and gentleness as he spoke, and his violent and evil charm all turned into green waters and autumn waves.
The saint's heart stagnated and the corners of his mouth were full of bitterness.
After so many years of waiting and protection, should we give up?
But now she has nothing.
As the saying goes, the loser will be defeated. (To be continued)