Chapter 1919: Dragon Breath

Like the moss-colored dragon's breath floating on the stagnant pool, it spit out from the huge mouth of the evil dragon in the form of a high-pressure water column, and shot directly at my body.
At the same time, a pungent to suffocating smell hits his face, it is the smell of dragon's breath.
The smell of dragon's breath varies.
The dragon's breath that Skarsa spit had no taste, only a thick and unmelting chill, which seemed to freeze the living water.
The dragon's breath of the evil dragon has a strong but persistent pungent smell, like chlorine after volatilization.
This is probably the toxic smell...
I guessed secretly, and at the same time I was ready to die calmly.
After passing an arc, the green dragon's breath swam onto my body, first on my legs, then on the abdomen, then on my chest.
The dragon's breath is not as full of impact as it seems. The feeling of it being poured on the body is more like a water column intertwined with water lines sprayed from a shower.
But the feeling of dragon breath when it touches the skin is not as gentle as water, but a heart-piercing burning pain, as if the skin is being corroded by strong acid.
However, the severe pain made me more sober.
While closing my eyes tightly, I also closed my mouth firmly-I cannot let the dragon's breath corrode my eyes, let alone let the dragon's breath enter the body through the mouth.
Although it is protected by killing intent, I am not sure whether the fragile internal organs can withstand the erosion of the dragon's breath.
Enduring the unbearable pain, my seconds are like years.
I don't know how long it has passed, the moment I felt that my sanity was about to collapse, the dragon's breath stopped.
Raising his stinging arm, he wiped the viscous liquid on his face vigorously, shaken it away, and then tried to open his eyes little by little.
Through the gap, I saw the vague figure of the evil dragon, it had closed its huge mouth, and near it, there was a glowing light group, it was the bright yellow monster.
Before I had time to restore my vision, I only felt that my eyes were dark, and then a fuzzy thing emerged out of thin air, blocking my vision.
I was so frightened that I quickly closed my eyes, but I was a step too late. The burning pain that made my life worse than death came out of my eyes. The pain made me grin open. However, just this one action made me let go. The viscous dragon's breath followed his lips and flowed into his mouth. Before he could spit it out, he slid down his tongue.
I felt like vomiting in an instant, but before I had time to vomit, the burning pain stopped my desire to vomit.
"Well......"
I couldn't help groaning, dropped Xilan's demon knife, and pressed my chest.
"It was not melted by my dragon's breath?" The evil dragon's tone was full of surprises: "Your skin, your muscles, your internal organs...Aren't you a human being? You are a puppet made of Mithril. ?"
I really want to refute: Have you ever seen such a lifelike puppet?
However, the heart-piercing anxiety and severe pain made me unable to speak.
"No, this is impossible. You are definitely not a mithril puppet!" The evil dragon said coldly: "It is impossible for a mithril puppet to contain such a huge amount of magic power! It is also impossible to have that kind of creepy killing. Meaning! Moreover, those fang dolls have long been annihilated by our Lord! The human beings who master this technology have long since turned into the dust of history, so you can't be a puppet! Then who are you? Why can't my dragon breath Melt you? Why! Answer me!"
Painful, I really want to curse it loudly: I went to your grandma. Didn’t you see that I was too painful to speak? Why can't you ask later?
At this moment, I felt a light arm, and then there were two crisp metallic noises.
Gauntlet dropped?
I secretly said in my heart.
Soon, I confirmed this conjecture, because I smelled a choking smell, which is the smell of the gauze after being burned.
bad!
The gauze is burnt?
This means that the ancient writing on the arm will be fully displayed!
In this case, I must stay sensible at all times and not have too much emotional fluctuations. Once excited or desperate, it is possible to activate these ancient words. At that time, let alone this tomb, I am afraid The entire mausoleum will be turned into powder.
Once the tombs disappeared, the task I accepted to bring back the remains of the coffin was considered a failure.
The precious historical documents and disaster records must also be turned into ashes.
The many gold and silver jewels in it must be gone.
The puppet knight with great research value can only have parts that are broken to the point of being unrecoverable.
In that case, I am simply a sinner of history and science!
Thinking of this, I stunned, wiped my face vigorously again, opened my mouth, trying to use the power of words to convince it to reconcile with me.
However, the anxiety and severe pain forced me to just not be able to tell a complete byte, and could only make some meaningless sounds.
Just when I was anxious and anxious, the evil dragon's voice suddenly sounded: "Ancient text?!"
There was panic and anxiety in its voice: "Why do you have such a complicated ancient writing on your arm? Why can they exist in the same place peacefully? You ant...no, what about you? Who is it? Tell me, who are you!"
At the end of the talk, it was almost roaring, like a lunatic who lost his mind.
Although I can clearly feel the pain in my body slowly disappearing, I still can't tell the complete byte in a short time. I can only helplessly raise my hand, point to my throat, and send out a series of sounds. Moan meaninglessly.
"Have your throat burned?" Evil Dragon guessed, and then it overturned its own conjecture: "It's just burned to the point that you can't speak, right? You who can have so many ancient characters , It’s impossible to be melted by my dragon's breath. Although I don’t know what you want to express, or where you came from, I think my lord will be interested in you, you... .."
After a long silence, the evil dragon spoke again, but this time, its tone and voice changed, becoming respectful and docile: "Ah, my lord, I'm sorry, after ten thousand years, I contacted you again, not me. I don’t want to contact you, it’s really... your subordinates are incompetent, shame you, your subordinates are willing to apologize with death... Oh, my merciful lord, your forgiving heart is as broad as the sky, Your benevolent heart is as gentle as the sea, and I will swear allegiance to you...Yes, my benevolent lord, you must be interested in this little guy. There are hundreds of them on his weak body. Ancient writing, this is only on one of his arms, his subordinates believe that the number of ancient writings will continue to increase in the future, and there is no limit...Yes, yes, oh, you really Do you want to do this? No, no, that is my honor, the highest honor of my life, evil dragon Spitz! Even if I die in the next second, I will die without regret!"
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