Chapter 1839: The dragon that won't dig the hole is not a good dragon (4)

The dragon can almost feel that the sight of a certain grandfather is passing over his neck. It seems that it is better to consider using the left hand, or is it right?
"No! I don't want to! I am willing! I am willing! Not just digging holes! This is my strength! You wait, I can dig you out in minutes!" Dragon God is almost in an instant Expressed your determination!
Compared with being killed by a living, digging a hole is simply a pediatrics!
The coldness and killing in the air immediately subsided.
The dragon burst into tears in his heart.
Well, everyone is a superior god, how can it be half a colleague, I know that you are a rare human girl, but you can't be so fond of her so mad!
I just hesitated a little, you put on a posture to be self-dead, you still let me live!
From this moment on, the Dragon God clearly realized that no matter how inconspicuous the proposal of the human girl in front of him, he must all agree not to agree. Otherwise, waiting for him is like the violent storm!
Longsheng, there is no hope!
The dragon god’s mood fell to the bottom of the valley. In the former Protoss, he only feared the and the gods, but now, this list must add another human name!
Long Jian does not remove!
"That, before I leave, can I pack up and pack up?" Dragon God knew that he had no room for struggle, and simply broke the can.
"Pack up things?" Shen Yan Xiao looked at the dragon with his head.
"When you become a superior god, things are still not finished?"
The dragon god’s expression had a slight bail-out. He lowered his head and the two thick palms were intertwined. The little voice:
The Lord God does not bring me things to the gods.

"Oh, well, let's clean up." Shen Yanxiao expressed understanding.
A group of souls in her heart lake, have left the heart of the lake, condensed the entity outside, the dragon God rushed out for the first time, seize every minute to clean up their property.
Shen Yanxiao was dazed by the dragon god. She thought for a moment and asked the monk to the side: "Repair, how can this be transported away?"
Without the body of this eight-winged golden dragon, the dragon can not be resurrected, and the small bean can be replaced without blood.
"Put in the ring."
"Nan Jie?" Shen Yanxiao slightly stunned, Nayong is not able to place any living things, this body, is it alive or dead?
"The body without the soul is just a utensil." He raised his hand and licked the small head of Yan Yanxiao.
Shen Yanxiao’s eyes suddenly had a loss.
The dragon gods already have the resurrection of the body, but the body of the repair has not fallen to the present, and it will certainly be very difficult to cultivate.
It seems to have sensed the emotional changes of Shen Yanxiao, repairing his hands and holding a small face of Shen Yanxiao, slightly bowed his head.
"I can wait."
"I will definitely find you back to the body." Shen Yanxiao looked at the pair of seemingly cold, but full of tenderness of the golden scorpion, the solemn promise of the matter.
"Yeah." Shu repaired a light, bowed his head and kissed Yan Yanxiao's ruddy little mouth.
On one side, I watched silently in the two worlds, the very sensible cats went to the corner, trying to find something that could be used for rations from this vacant room for nearly 10,000 years.