Chapter 642: : Do you think of me?!

Hanging slowly on the rock wall, she gritted her teeth and called the system with a trembling voice: "Xiao Ba, why does the emergency transfer program fail to start? You can't give me such a terrible problem!"
Xiao Ba's voice seemed to be disturbed, and it sounded intermittent.
"I...I'm overhauling...you hold on..."
Slowly wanted to cry without tears: "I really want to support the pillar, but this bone knife may not be able to sustain it!"
Due to her weight, the bone knife had begun to slide down the rock crevices.
Xiao eight: "This place...there is a problem...I will contact the Prophet..."
The voice stopped abruptly before the words were finished.
Slowly called Xiao Ba's name several times, but never received any response.
The black dragon flew into the sky with his wings and stopped in mid-air. He saw the slowly crumbling hanging on the rock wall.
Slowly raised his head with difficulty: "Xiao Hei, are you really not reading any old feelings?"
The black dragon did not speak.
Cynthia's order came from behind.
"The three orcs are coming soon, get rid of her quickly."
Heilong leaned down and rushed down, stopped in front of her, raised his hand to grab the bone knife in her hand, apparently intending to pull her bone knife out, causing her to lose support and fall into the magma pool.
Slowly and anxiously, his eyes were red, and tears burst into his eyes: "Xiao Hei, I have been looking for you for so long, chasing you all the way from the Dawn Continent to the Secret Dragon Continent. If I die in someone else, it’s fine, but you want to kill me, I really unacceptable!"
Heilong stopped his movements and looked at her with his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
Her eyes were dim with tears: "Will you go home with me? Don't help you be abusive, Cynthia is not a good person."
As if he hadn't heard what she said, Heilong's eyes fell on her cheek.
He lifted his finger, wiped her cheek, and took away a teardrop.
He sticks out the tip of his tongue and licks the teardrops from his fingertips.
It is salty and astringent, and tastes terrible.
At the same time, there is a strange feeling that is just like a dream.
Heilong felt like he had found a demon, and wanted to taste the salty taste again.
In his eyes slowly full of surprise, Heilong lowered his head, licked it gently from her face, and ate all the tears on her cheek.
While those tears were swallowed, some scattered memory fragments melted into his blood.
His eyes lit up slightly, as if a dark golden light was flowing.
Slowly being licked very embarrassingly by him, but she couldn't move her hand to refuse, so she could only stare at him with flushed face: "What are you doing?"
Heilong tilted his head to look at her, as if thinking about something very important.
Cynthia's voice came from above her head: "Have you not solved her yet?"
Cynthia's words reminded Slowly, her life was hanging by a thread now, and the embarrassment that had been aroused by the black dragon just now disappeared.
Slowly staring at the black dragon, with a little pleading in his eyes.
"Don't kill me, okay?"
Heilong opened his mouth and made a jerky voice: "Slowly...slowly..."
Slowly after a short period of astonishment, her eyes suddenly opened wide, she asked incredulously: "Do you think of me?!"
"Slowly..." Heilong said her name several times, and the pronunciation was clearer than the standard.
"It's me! I just slow down!"
If it's not that the situation is not right, I really want to jump up and hug him at this time to express my excitement.
Cynthia waited for a long time, but couldn't wait for the black dragon to come out. She was dissatisfied, raised her hand and patted Cyril on the head: "You go and see what he is doing. If he is not obedient, you are not welcome, and directly teach him. "
"Yes."
Cyril put her on the ground, and he stepped closer to the crater.
He leaned out the small half of his body, lowered his head and looked down, just in time to see that he slowly climbed onto the back of the black dragon.
"you guys……"
Before Cyril finished speaking, he slowly pointed at him and shouted, "Hit him!"
The black dragon opened his mouth and spit out his breath.
The huge black dragon's breath burst out!
Cyril dodged quickly, but still took a step slower, half of his body was dissolved by the dragon's breath, leaving only a bone frame, and at the same time wailed in pain.
The black dragon flew slowly into the sky.
Cynthia saw Cyril fall staggeringly, and immediately let out a painful growl: "No!!"
She rushed over and grabbed Cyril's intact arm, trying to lift him up.
It's useless.
Cyril was so badly injured that it was impossible to stand up. He looked at Cynthia in front of him and wanted to talk to her. As a result, he opened his mouth and highlighted the scarlet blood.
"No, Cyril, don't die," Cynthia hugged his neck, "I beg you not to leave me!"
Cyril opened his blood-filled mouth and made a hoarse voice: "Eat me, live."
If you need flesh and blood to live, if I am destined to die.
Then please eat me.
I would like to be your food and be one with you.
Cynthia was almost crazy.
She rescued Cyril from the slave trader, and the chain on his foot was cut off by her. Since then, he has been by her side, acting like a robot, faithfully executing every instruction of her.
Whether it was murder or arson, or a sea of ​​fire, he never hesitated.
Cynthia only treated him as a slave that could be manipulated at will.
But after so many years, she has long been used to his company.
Even she herself didn't know exactly what kind of feelings she had for Cyril.
She only knows if he leaves.
She is really the only one left in this world.
Cyril finally closed his eyes and died in her arms in a tragic manner.
The chain tied to his feet has long been unable to restrict his freedom, but he insisted on keeping it, unwilling to take it off and discard it.
Just like his guardian of Cynthia for so many years.
Cynthia cried almost broken.
Slowly standing on the back of the black dragon, looking down at this scene condescendingly, his heart was a little sad, but not half soft.
For her, Cynthia is an enemy who wants her life, and she is not yet a Virgin to forgive the enemy.
Slowly said: "Since Cynthia is so reluctant to bear Cyril, send her to accompany Cyril on the road."
The black dragon's abdomen was up and down, and opened his mouth to spit out a huge black dragon's breath, spraying towards Cynthia!
At the same time, a burst of red magma burst out of the crater, abruptly stopping the dragon's breath.
The magma collided with the dragon's breath, making a fierce explosion, shaking the ground, and half of the sky was dyed red by flames.
Slowly clinging to the black dragon's neck, she stuck her head out and looked towards the crater, and saw a huge red figure looming.
It looks a lot like a person.
But a closer look revealed that it was not an individual.
"What the is that?"
No one can answer her question.
Cynthia noticed the appearance of the red figure. She trembled. She had to let go of Cyril in her hand and knelt down facing the red figure. There was a bit of fear in her voice: "Sir."