Chapter 1736: Journey to the West (33)

"I'm a dragon? Not a fox?"
Dragon looked at Xuehu doubtfully every day.
For a long time, he thought that, like Dragon Chasing the Moon, he might just be a combination of the individual and the fox.
I didn't expect that I had a relationship with the Dragons.
What kind of family is of little significance to him, anyway, he didn't want to know who the father who had abandoned his mother all the time.
However, it can make his body recover, and his broken arm returns miraclely. This feels very good, and it is much more convenient to stab Yang Zimei.
"Can you give me a drop of blood?"
Xuehu pulled a small white bottle out of his storage ring, "Please drip inside."
Long glancing at Yang Zimei day by day, he lowered his head and bit his finger, dropped it into the small bottle, and handed it back to Xuehu.
Xuehu put the bottle on the ground, and then took a drop of his own blood and dropped it in.
Yang Zimei didn't know what Xuehu was doing, so he stared at it.
"boom!"
The bottle exploded suddenly, and a blood-red smoke rose and finally disappeared.
Yang Zimei looked at it with sweat, "Xue Lake, how could the blood explode?"
"My blood itself will not explode, but if it meets the blood of the dragons, it will explode."
Xuehu looked at the debris on the ground and smiled, "The sight just now has explained everything."
"Is the Dragon Tribe or a Protoss?"
Yang Zimei thought about it and asked.
"Between the demon and the protoss, but he has the blood of a human race, and most of the time it has a human race.
Xuehu looked at the dragon and said, "Perhaps only under special circumstances will the dragon's unusual characteristics be displayed."
"The best thing is to never get hurt or die."
Yang Zimei held Long Zhuan's arm and said, "This is the result I like."
Xuehu smiled slightly and said nothing.
He had never seen children born from the combination of human and dragon races, and did not know how their life would be.
However, those with Dragon blood will definitely not die from trauma.
This is also good!
As long as the dragon does not die by accident every day, Yang Zimei will not be sad.
"My peach card is gone."
Long touched his neck every day, he said slightly in panic.
When Yang Zimei heard it, he unconsciously reached out and touched his neck. The peach card hanging on the neck was gone.
All twelve mahogany cards in the storage ring were gone.
The mahogany card hanging on the neck will disappear because of a broken rope, which is a great possibility.
But the peach card placed in the storage ring, except for her in this world, should be no one to be able to take it out. How could it suddenly disappear?
"Maybe it's back in the time and space it belongs to, and it will come back someday in the future."
Snow Lake said.
"Perhaps!"
Yang Zimei nodded slightly, and no longer insisted on finding those peach-wood cards, anyway, the mission to enter the tomb was also completed.
As for the empty coffins in the tomb, the twelve knights, and the emerald house with starry sky, let's assume all this has happened in a dream.
As long as the dragon is by her side by day, it is enough.
Thinking of this, her heart suddenly opened up, and she didn't want to be curious anymore.
The three of them descended the mountain and found them sealed off.
They were surprised for a while when they saw Long Zhutian's full arm.
"This must be a miracle!"
Grandpa Zhuge sighed, "I can meet these miracles in this life, and I have no regrets."
When he said this, Yang Zimei saw a layer of death gas hanging on his body, and a bull's head and horse face came over not far away.
Grandpa Zhuge's limit actually arrived.