Chapter 110: Princess and Dragon 14

When Murray woke up, there was a panic in his heart. He couldn’t care much. When he was in a shape, he shattered the ice layer that covered his body and rushed out of the cold pool to the sky. Roared on his head.
The angry dragon humming immediately trembled across the continent.
Joyce... call him?
He walked over Joyce in the front floor, and if he was in danger, he must be called. But Morris knew how proud his baby was, and he would not seek his help casually, so he specifically threatened Joyce and others to protect his Joyce.
How dangerous is his Joyce to call his name?
The anger burned in the heart of Morris, and his eyes immediately became blushing. Elf King, Devil, and King of Warcraft, how did they look after his baby?
Morris quickly flew to the Elf of the Elf, the raging anger in his mind, so that he was immersed in the cold pool for two days before the slightly suppressed burning once again appeared in his soul in a more violent way.
This huge black dragon, a pair of eyes is completely full of tyranny, leaving only a trace of clearness to push him back to his treasure.
In the blink of an eye, it was on the outskirts of the Elf's Forest. Morris smelled a smell and belonged to his baby's taste. The apex of the heart trembled toward the source of taste. The excellent vision allowed Murray to clearly see the bright red blood on the grass in midair.
Not far away, two exquisite shoes were scattered on the ground, and Morris was clearly eager to put the shoes on his Joyce's feet.
Nowadays, the shoes that he loves and the cautiously held shoes, the gems on them have fallen, and there are even traces of being trampled.
Such a scene caused Murray's pupil to squash, and an indescribable fear emerged from his heart, prompting him to scream at his hair.
The clearness in the eyes of Murray is completely dissipated, and all the erects are tyrannical, and there is a deep fear of deep depression hidden behind the tyranny.
Elf...The Elf of the Elves...
The anger of his own treasures was controlled by Morris's mind, and he completely lost his mind. The hot hellfire spilled from his mouth and burned the entire Elf.
The people in the Elves' Forest have been scared by two screams.
The Elf King, who was on the top, completely lost his elegant appearance and his lips trembled: "Dragon...Dragon? Didn't he leave the Kellys?"
Once again, I heard the roar of the dragon, and the horrible memory of the genocide once again appeared in the hearts of all the elves. However, even more horrible things appeared. As soon as they looked up, they saw a hot flame burning around the forest.
"Yes, is the dragon fire? The dragon is angry!"
Panic immediately filled the entire Elf's forest, but after all the elves panicked, they immediately thought of the dragon's treasures still beside them, so they set their minds and bet their hopes on Lydia.
"Pray for Princess Lydia to appease the dragon and let the dragons surpass the Elven Forest!"
Lydia had no mood at all to listen to what the elves around said, her face was pale, and her eyes were terrified to look at the huge black figure that appeared in the air.
Dragon? The dragon really appeared?
The heat wave of the fire burned almost to the face of Lydia, so that she could not stop shaking. In her mind, the dragon has always been a legend, so she dared to pretend to be the treasure of the dragon.
In fact, Lydia looked at the group of elves because of the identity of a dragon treasure, she was obedient to her, and her heart was almost despised. Because she never thought about it, the dragon will really appear!
"No, no!" Lydia flusteredly refused the request of the elf that swarmed her, but the huge guilty conscience had caught her heart, leaving her with no strength to push the elves around her.
The elf caught in fear and panic did not care about the rejection of Princess Lydia, almost pulling, and together she took her to the periphery of the forest and pushed her under the black giant shadow in midair.
The huge figure of black has been fully presented to everyone, followed by the ignited dragon fire.
Lydia fell to the ground, and she looked up in horror and looked at the huge figure of this horror. The face was completely free of the sweetness pretending to pray before.
What the dragon's favor, the dragon's gentleness, the dragon's maintenance, all flew from her heart, looked up and saw the horrible erect and the evil giant shredded wings, Lydia was the whole person. Stumbled on the ground, the throat can only involuntarily issued a "life-saving" exclamation.
It’s terrible, why should she let her face such a terrible monster?
However, the elf who was originally respected by her is not afraid of her fear at the moment, but eagerly urged: "Princess, you talk! You are quick to ask the dragon to take back the dragon fire! You are not saying that you are the treasure of the dragon? ?"
"The dragon is so fond of you, you will certainly listen to your persuasion!"
Seeing that the dragon fire had burned to the center of the forest, the elves looked at the soft Princess Lydia, who was so anxious that they did not even have doubts because of her unusual fear, but only anxiously begged.
Perhaps it was attracted by the words of the elf. Lydia looked up and found that the pair of cold looked at her.
The fear of death was shrouded in Lydia's heart. She was completely soft on the ground, and the dryness of the urine emanated from her damp skirt.
Morris, who was caught in madness, saw the appearance of the the ground, and involuntarily slammed it, and then it was a more angry roar.
These wicked elves have hidden his treasures and turned to such a rough and bad fake goods to deceive him?
Angry Morris, rushing down from the air, lifted his huge wings and flew out the wicked counterfeiters who were on the ground.
Looking at Princess Lydia, who was flying by the dragon's anger, the elves were almost sluggish, and the words that the girl had said before and the shy expression once again came to their minds.
However, the dragon fire of the flame red came along, but it burned all the delusions in the mind of the elves.
"what!"
The screams of the elves have come and gone, and the crown of the Elf King’s head has fallen. He is ashamed, looking at the burned people, and looking at the Princess Lydia who doesn’t know where to be thrown by the dragon. Full of sorrow.
Why... Why did he try his best to please the treasure of the dragon, and ultimately he could not escape the fate of the genocide?
The anger that was deceived gradually fermented in the heart of the Elf King. It must be... The woman must have deceived her. She is not a treasure of any dragon.
It is impossible for such a tyrannical dragon to pamper a human being like this!
Morris made a loud roar and called his baby in the bark: "Joyce... Joyce..."
The elf who fled the emperor, also found the call of the dragon, shocked to see his companion: "Is the dragon called a person's name?"
"It, it seems to be calling Joyce?"
"Joyce? Isn't that the boy's name?"
Deep in the forest, the torch in the hands of the demon Aino has fallen to the ground.
As soon as the elf ran out of confusion, Qingyun had easily broken away from the bondage, and simply reached out and squeezed the big magician's neck and grabbed the key of the artifact.
"You...what are you just calling?" Ai Nuo, who was defeated by the magical magic of the young man, has no feeling of struggle at the moment. Instead, he has converged his own sinister smile and looked at the still wearing look. A sweet skirt is like a demon-like teenager.
"Oh? You asked me what is it?" Qingyun looked down at the key in his hand and heard the question of the devil, but it was a malicious hook. "I am of course calling me Morris."
As in response to the boy's words, the outside dragon immediately uttered a scream, as if in response, it was calling.
When I heard the boy, the light in the eyes of the demon Ainuo disappeared completely. He knew that he was finished, and the whole Mozu was finished.
Hearing the fear and fear conveyed by the dragon's screaming, Qing Yun paused, not busy with the key to unload the artifact, but immediately ran to the place where the flames burned.
Morris’s mood seems to be a bit wrong, and Qingyun is worried about this man.
In fact, he has raised doubts more than once in his heart. This man is not eager to stick to him. He can’t keep going. How can he leave this for so many days?
But he just ran a few steps, a huge black panther suddenly popped out to block his footsteps.
Looking at this familiar panther, Qing Yun sneered: "How come you are back?"
With the old path of Qingyun, how could it not be seen what the beastmaster was playing, not just trying to take advantage of the fisherman’s interests, but also wanting him to be grateful.
Beastmaster faced the teenager and deeply slid his body. Now the Beastmaster has to regret it. He didn't expect the teenager to be able to call the dragon easily. It didn't even think that the dragon really valued this boy so much that he was mad because of the blood around the forest.
But the more such a situation, the more the Beastmaster dared to let the boy rush to the dragon.
"The dear princess, the Lord has fallen into madness, and there is no reason, so you can't go." The black panther pleaded. "If you are accidentally injured at this time, the waking Lord will surely ruin." The whole world!"
Even though the situation has been explained, the Panther found that the boy in front of him had no fear at all, but instead yelled at him: "Get out!" and then ran to the place where the dragon was in the sky.
The more the Beastmaster said, the more the Qingyun couldn’t let go, how could a man lose his mind? What the is going on?
Qing Yun quickly ran towards the forest outside, and soon he saw the mighty figure, but looking at the eyes of Murray, Qing Yun brow immediately wrinkled.
Because these eyes are not the dark red that he is familiar with, the black that represents destruction and tyranny has already filled the pupil of Morris.
"Murris!" Qingyun shouted at the mad dragon, but the dragon clearly heard his voice, but seemed to lose the ability to distinguish his direction, only violently and eagerly spurting flames around.
wrong! The man’s soul has a problem!
At a close distance, he felt the familiar atmosphere of the man. Qing Yun immediately noticed that this tyranny had nothing to do with the body of the man's dragon, but was related to his soul.
This tyrannical situation often only occurs when the soul is hit hard.
The raging dragon seems to perceive the arrival of his treasure, but it is an abnormal scream of rejection. It seems to be persuading Qingyun to leave, let him stay away from this horrible monster that is irrational.
"Idiot!" Qing Yun looked at the black dragon that was almost wrapped in a hot dragon fire, biting his teeth, stepping back two steps, and then rushing toward the dragon in the flame.
He can't let a man be so angry, otherwise the injury in his soul will be more serious!
Seeing the slender figure of the young man rushing into the flame, the panther that finally caught up was trembled in all four limbs, and it was over! If the boy had a problem, even if the dragon was awake from the tyranny, the creatures on this continent were not saved.
The Panthers now regret that they have not saved the boy from the beginning.
The other escaped elves also saw the figure of the boy, and immediately he hoped again: "Joyce is coming! Look! It is Joyce who the dragon has been calling..."
The figure of the teenager passed through the hot dragon fire, which made everyone sigh of relief, but in the next second their hearts were involuntarily raised.
Because they actually saw the dragon's claws waved toward the teenager!
Isn't Joyce a treasure of a dragon?
Murray's huge sharp claws, which touched the juvenile skirt, violently held the strength, and gently held the boy in his palm.
Morris bowed his head and screamed at the young man, but there was a deep fear and fear in the roar, as if to blame the teenager: Why do you not obey? Go away from me!
The wind of the dragon blew up the hair of Qingyun, watching the man have lost his senses, but still struggled to protect him, Qingyun could not help but flash soft light.
He did not rely on the man's strength to stay away from him, but instead approached his horrible mouth, gently stroking his hard and sharp scales: "Dear, I am fine, I have nothing to know? Not what you said, no one, no one." Things can separate us..."
Qingyun did not escape the hot breath of the dragon. He leaned his delicate cheeks on the scales of the dragon, gently rubbed it and calmed him: "Oh, nothing..."
The elves finally stopped fleeing, and they held their breath in the corner, staring at the petite teenager who comforted the horrible dragon. He seemed so insignificant at the side of the dragon, but the strangely ridiculous dragon was quiet.
The fierce dragon, trying to restrain his own tyranny, put away his sharp claws, and even closed the gap between the scales, in order to protect his palms from his injuries.
One is a frightening dragon, one is a young man who is dressed as a woman but still beautiful, and the most violent force and the most beautiful beauty collision can not completely open the eye.
It turns out that Joyce, who is considered a counterfeit by them, is the real dragon treasure...
The roar of the dragon gradually subsided, leaving only a heavy gasp, and the raging dragon fire was extinguished with the gradual calm of the owner's soul.
Morris's eyes returned to the normal dark red. He gazing gazing at this even if he witnessed his most violent side, he still had no fear, but he was distressed and tenderly caressing his teenager.
Without paying any attention to anyone around, Morris piously closed his palm, hugged his treasure, and swept the huge wings to his own nest. 2k novel reading network