From time to time, there was a cracking sound of "click" in the room behind the medicine hall, but no one heard it. The medics had all gone home, and the people who had stayed behind to take care of them had returned to their homes, and no one was going to care about a dragon that was doomed to death.

Here, the dragons are just the most powerful weapons. They are no different from other beasts, they have been trained by whipping and coercion.

Of course, no one knew that the reason why the other dragons were willing to "surrender" to this group of Wuxian humans who did not have the breath of dragon blood was because of the existence of the white dragon. The White Dragon is one of the ten dragon races of antiquity, and other dragons are destined to submit to it by blood.

The reason why the people of the Wuxian tribe were able to drive only a dozen dragons was because they were all blessed by the white dragon. However, they don't know it.

Until the night of the white dragon's death, a sad dragon roar suddenly erupted among the Wuxian tribe, which had been quiet for hundreds of years. The dragon shook the sky, tossing and turning, and rising again and again, as if it was chanting for a soul.

Qi Jingyuan concentrated on dismantling everything he could, and the wood he dismantled was piled on the white dragon, poured lamp oil, and lit it!

The fire burst out, and he had already gone out with an unconscious Fan Xiaoleng and landed on the roof opposite. "The body of the white dragon, you filthy people are not qualified to touch it!" he looked coldly at the burning room, and disappeared into the night with Fan Xiaoleng before the tongue of fire licked it.

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I was woken up by the screams of the dragons, and I woke up with a chess piece in my hand. "Whew-" I felt a chill in my ears, and I ran from the mat to the window, regardless of my stiff feet.

Pushing the window open, the cool breeze drifted in with the petals.

The dragon's groan continued, and there were bursts of undulating and noisy human voices. But I didn't have the heart to pay attention to what those people were shouting, because the dragons were really nervous to listen to.

I couldn't hear any of the words I wanted to express in the sad dragon chant, but the sadness expressed by this voice was so obvious, as if the light pierced the night and penetrated people's hearts!

They...... I'm crying. In the end, I came to the conclusion that crying who no longer needs me to speculate. The White Dragon is one of the ten dragons of antiquity, and the fox has said that it will soon end that broken life.

"It's ...... Dead...... "I stood by the window, and a figure was galloping across from me.

It was Qi Jingyuan, and he was still carrying a person, a girl in a coma. He shoved the girl first to me, then he came in and slammed the window shut, and before I could say a word, he shoved the girl into the bed.

Pulling up the quilt, he pulled me over again, pulled my dress and sat me down on the edge of the bed, ruffling my hair and picking off my shoes.

"What's wrong?" I looked at Qi Jingyuan who pulled out the hairpin in dismay, and he made a silent gesture at me. Almost at the same time, there was a knock on the other side of the door, accompanied by a somewhat anxious knock, and someone asked, "Have the two guests rested?"

Qi Jingyuan made his clothes look like they had just been put on, and walked over to open the door: "I was resting, but I was woken up again." ”

When he spoke, he didn't forget to yawn heavily. The girl standing at the door was the one I was looking for her to make tea, she glanced in quietly, and I stood up on the bed: "Is there something going on outside?"

Rubbing my eyes, I scratched my hair, which was messy enough.

"I'm sorry two, but somehow the medicine hall is out of the water. Now everyone is fighting the fire, and the slave family just came to inform the two guests, so as not to frighten the two. If you are bothered, please continue to rest. The girl was about to open the door after she finished speaking.

However, he was blocked by the fox, and he looked at the night sky lit by the fire with an innocent face: "Look at the appearance of this sky, the fire is not small, are you Wuxian people okay? Won't it burn over?"

"Please rest assured that it will never burn over. The girl tried to remain calm and composed, but the look on her face was obviously a little wavering, but it betrayed her.

Qi Jingyuan was still propped up on the door, but his seemingly innocent face was gloomy than the night sky: "Oh, since that's the case, we'll be a little relieved." But what's the deal with those dragon cries outside? It sounds really terrifying, and we in the Dragon Clan can't see this kind of sound from the dragon clan anymore. Is it? ”

"Well, it's like crying, the heart-rending kind. I walked over and told the truth. Since you are deaf, then I will tell you what this sound means!

The expression on the girl's face was on the verge of collapse, and her peach-like cheeks twitched slightly.

"I'm sorry for this girl to tell your patriarch that the dragon clan needs to be appeased at this time. If force is used, they are capable of destroying most of the Wuxian forces. Hmmm, or is it a whole?"

Qi Jingyuan stared coldly at the eyeliner sent by the Wu Xian patriarch to stare at us, and the cold and hard lip line outlined the arc of the anger that could be resisted.

She finally couldn't stand it anymore and abandoned the door and fled. I looked at the back of the running figure, probably because she was not allowed to run for a long time, and she stumbled and panicked in the light.

"You put that fire?" I walked up to Qi Jingyuan and watched the night sky red by the firelight with him.

"Well, I put it. The white dragon is dead...... They weren't qualified to touch its remains, not even to look at it. This fire is the last, dignified sacrifice to it. "What a noble dragon, one of the ten great dragons of the ancient world, died so miserably!

My fingertips touched the back of his hand, and little by little, I "pryed" his clenched fist and interlocked it with his fingers.

"This fire is burning so hard!" I curled my lips and looked at the sky. It's great to be here!!, the fox snorted, and there was finally some relief in his tone.

Suddenly, a cyan shadow hung down from the eaves, and a dragon head dangled diagonally above: "Ah! So you are here, so I have to find it for a while!"

The fox came with a dissatisfied mutter, and as soon as its tail loosened, it was "planted" from the eaves. Then it flipped gracefully in the air, and became a posture facing us: "What's going on here? Why are so many dragons crying? It's so scared that Ying Long and I can't sleep." ”

Sure enough, I was crying! I clasped my hands with the fox.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that the old guy who has been talking about it is dead. It should be the one that the dragons are crying about. "I pretended to be relaxed, but I couldn't help but have a sour nose. After hearing this, he was also stunned in the air, and he didn't react for a long time.

Qi Jingyuan raised his hand and flicked its dragon whisker: "There is something, you are tired and sloppy to go for a run......".