The emperor and the dragon king were evenly matched, and there was no time to take care of the surprise attack behind him.

The dragon king suddenly joined Errao to confront him, and his sword aura turned into a long wind, piercing the scale's left arm with the sword qi of the broken rainbow.

"Haha," laughed the Dragon King, "my good son. ”

Flawed! The momentary complacency gives the scales a chance. The emperor did not retreat, but advanced, and stabbed the blade in his hand towards the left chest of the dragon king as if the jade was burning.

When it was too late, the dragon king saw the situation and handed the sword in his hand forward by another three inches, because of inertia, the emperor had to go further, and the sword penetrated the flesh and skin.

The emperor's arrow is in the left arm, but the dragon king's sword is in the left chest.

Happiness and sorrow are like this, not to mention a dragon king who is a friend and a real enemy.

The dragon king's body fell like a kite with a short line, and the momentum and prestige just now disappeared, and he was dying like a butterfly in a swamp.

The three of them, in an instant, only the dragon king and the emperor were left to confront each other.

The highs are repeated, and the troughs are tight. After extreme pleasure, emptiness, loneliness and coldness suddenly hit. Gu Hongyuan had fallen asleep deeply, in his arms. The eyelashes curl up with the eyeliner, the thin lips are tightly closed, and the cramped sleeping position makes people can't bear to break the silence and beauty of this moment.

The dragon king suddenly felt cold, felt that the spring shirt was thin, maybe it was the chill of sweat evaporation, or maybe it was the warmth of gathering and parting with the cold. Gather the person in his arms into his arms again, imprison his arms, and lock his eyes. If he could, he really wanted to engrave this person into his mind, into his bones and blood. But, he can't.

Waving, putting on his shirt, he still had something to do. Although I think about it now, I don't know if it's for Gu Hongyuan or for himself.

Spread the shredded clothes around him carefully, picked up Gu Hongyuan and put him on the temporary bed.

"Hmm~", or sensing that the dragon king is leaving, or just that the afterglow after the climax has not faded. The corners of Gu Hongyuan's mouth overflowed, and his long eyelashes were about to wake up.

The dragon king had just stood up, and when he heard this call, he couldn't help but turn his head and look at the person below him again, his mind was just "one more look, even one more look." ”

Leaning down, the temperature was slightly higher than Gu Hongyuan's forehead, and his gaze was tired and lingering.

Suddenly, as far as the eye could see, the pupils shrank, what was that, a thought that didn't want to admit came to mind. Under Gu Hongyuan's body, the rags were wrapped and entangled, and the object was not big, but at a glance, it could be seen that it was the owner's personal thing. The rag, the brocade is soft, it is definitely Gu Hongyuan's middle coat, otherwise how could it be entangled in this thing, and it can faintly expose some shapes.

The dragon king withdrew the piece of clothing, and hurriedly tried to untie it for confirmation.

After a few times, he couldn't untie it, and his hands subconsciously began to tremble, and he tore with brute force, and only then did he reveal a corner.

A corner is enough, enough to recognize the identity of this object. The conch, that's the conch he gave. He discarded it casually, and just because of his half-point connection, some people regarded it as a treasure.

For a while, ignoring the sharp sand and gravel under him, he knelt on the ground. His head hung down, and he looked at his waist in frustration.

"You're forcing me," he took a sharp breath, as if he was hurting, "you're still pushing yourself!"

A dragon trick, it seems that he was locked by Gu Hongyuan. In fact, it was just Gu Hongyuan cocooning himself. The conch that was discarded casually locked his heart, but he was still willing and willing to do it.

He stood up suddenly, his fists clenched, and made a decision. Legs step forward, eyes lingering. From his forehead to his toes, he wants to engrave this person into his mind, and he will not change it in this life.

Take dozens of steps back, reach out, and pluck the dragon scales three inches below your abdomen. The mind has been decided, so there is no hesitation, and the attack is decisive and ruthless. The clenched lips oozed blood, and there was no pain. He didn't care about it, raised his hand, and turned the softest piece of his body into a shirt and covered Gu Hongyuan's body. Trying to raise a smile, he turned his clothes into the appearance of the cloud gambler wearing clothes when he first saw Gu Hongyuan.

Immediately, he strode away without another pause.

Also, he and Gu Hongyuan have been here for 10,000 years, and the real duration is only an hour. The battle continued, even if the immortal clan was already at a disadvantage when he left, the stubborn resistance was not something that the demon clan could win in an hour.

Smiled bitterly, he was a pioneer, and he still had to fight, even if it was just selfishly wanting to protect Gu Hongyuan.

Do you really want to use the Dragon Trick?

"It's not easy to break down 'we' into 'you' and 'me'. The Dragon King smiled bitterly, even if he had prepared for the worst in the last second, at this moment, facing the battlefield, he was a little hesitant.

At worst, there is nothing worse than not seeing each other again. Even if this may be the best for Gu Hongyuan, he doesn't have the courage to make a decision to make the separation forever.

Dodge, leave the west, and jump into the battle circle.

A pair of red eyes pressed towards the dragon king - a few days of sleeplessness, you can know! The anger and helplessness at this moment, how can you know!

Under such a fierce gaze, the dragon king had nowhere to hide, and there was no way to escape.

To the Dragon King, he wanted to speak, but he didn't know where to start. He even began to wonder if he was right or wrong.

The man has his own style and bones, not to mention Gu Hongyuan, who is a god, even if he can rescue and help, even if he can use military merits to protect Gu Hongyuan, but sending people under the fence and consuming dignity, is it really good for Gu Hongyuan?

Those red eyes weren't questioning him. Look, the temperature is very high, and you also have a share of the heart-rending pain.

It's not that he didn't leave a way back for himself, it's not that he didn't think about their future, it's just that at this moment, he suddenly didn't want to retreat, for that person, for that pair of bloodshot eyes.

Unable to allow the Dragon King to hesitate or resist, as if he had exhausted his remaining strength, Gu Hongyuan lifted his collar and came out of the battle in an instant.

The throat is not pleasant, and the whirring wind makes it difficult for people to breathe. However, it was just a moment, Gu Hongyuan let go, and the person had landed.

"It's—West Point!" looked around, recognizing the place for a split second. I closed my eyes, and countless vivid memories gushed out. That, that person, that temperature is very high, that gentle and tired hug, unforgettable, warm melting ice and snow, three winters are not cold. Even, a few days ago — but now—

"Dragon King. Gu Hongyuan seemed to have something to say. The voice was no longer clear, the two words blurted out, hoarse and dry to the point of condensation. Stop, say no more. Walk forward with your head held high.

Ahead, when the dragon king heard this call, the image in his mind froze, and he raised his head mechanically and looked at the person who was approaching step by step.

The bloodshot eyes were even worse, as if he was complaining about this resoluteness, and he had no hesitation. It's like the flower of hell that blooms on the Yellow Spring Road, beautiful, so beautiful that it makes people desperately beautiful. The dragon king didn't have half the heart to appreciate it, his heart was sour, and he was speechless.

When he met Gu Hongyuan, he was always speechless. People are always like this, thinking too much, worrying too much, the more they care, the more they care, but it is easy to tie their hands and shrink their heads. It's not that I'm speechless, it's just that the more I care about the distress, the more worries and taboos I will have.