Everyone was really frightened, and when they saw the count's disappearance, they all froze in place.

Only Mu Bai's butler was still calm, and he said in a deep voice: "Mu Ear is not worry-free, but Mu Yang, he was injured by divine power - if he is not treated in time, I am afraid that it will be too late, even if he saves his life, the person will be wasted." Now there is no wisteria flower paste, and no golden peacock eggs--"

"What then? Can we go to the Palace of Dreams for help? Wen Ying said anxiously.

"No." Butler Mu Bai replied simply and directly, going to the Dream Palace for help for a servant, maybe it would cause trouble to everyone. He looked at the little golden dragon lying on Wen Ying's chest, and hesitated: "Maybe there is a way to give it a try, but you have to allow Wen Ying." ”

Wen Ying was stunned: "What way?" Do you want my permission? ”

"The golden dragon has the ability to heal its own wounds, and the blood of the golden dragon is also magical and can heal wounds. Now that you are the master of the little golden dragon, only you can order the little golden dragon to give a few drops of its own blood to Mu Yang. The Mu Bai butler explained.

Wen Ying looked at the little golden dragon lying on her chest, nodded its little head with her hand, and said, "Did you hear what Butler Mubai said?" Bring my friend back to Castle Black, and I'll get you something to eat. ”

The little golden dragon was covered in hard and fine golden scales, and only the center of the soles of its feet was soft. The little golden dragon didn't leave Wen Ying's chest, it turned its head to look around, lifted one of its forefeet, and stabbed the pinlike end of its tail into the sole of its foot.

Five drops of golden blood floated in the air, four of which flew towards Mu Yang's mouth, and the other one flew towards Mu Yang's mouth.

After a while, Wen Ying saw that Mu Fu's face returned to normal.

Wen Ying smiled: "It's not in vain that you helped me up the ladder just now, and dragged me up to the main hall." With that, let go of the fungus's arm.

"It's not in vain that I brushed your hair a few times." Mu Er's face showed gratitude, "The blood of the little golden dragon makes my chest no longer hurt, you dared to intercede for me just now--。 ”

In the kingdom of heaven, if one of the attendant slaves makes a mistake, if the others intercede on their behalf, the intercede is often punished as well. The butler of Mu Bai is the housekeeper of Castle Black, and Count Hu Kaili will at least not do anything to Mu Bai, but Wen Ying is only a lowest-level scribe after all, even if Wen Ying does not intercede for Mu Mu, it is reasonable. But Wen Ying actually interceded for the fungus, and this friendship made the fungus more grateful than Wen Ying asked the little golden dragon to use the golden dragon's blood to heal the fungus.

Wen Ying lightly punched Mu Er in the chest and said, "Me and you, who and whom." ”

"Me and you, who and whom." Mu Ear smiled: "The language of the earthlings, what do you mean?" ”

Wen Ying smiled: "That's what it means that I am good friends with you." ”

"The wounds on Mu Yang's body have also healed." Mubai housekeeper said.

Mu Yang had already gotten up and walked quickly to Wen Ying: "Thank you, Wen Ying." ”

"You're welcome, we're colleagues." Wen Ying smiled, seeing Mu Yang's somewhat puzzled expression, and said, "We are all servants of Castle Black, and we should help each other." ”

Poplar comes from another prominent family in the wood family, the Zhongmin family, and its full name is Poplar Zhongmin. He is about the same age as the fungus, ten years old, with wheat-colored skin, short brown hair, big purple eyes, and a slightly square chin. Unlike the fungus that looks clever, the poplar gives people an honest and honest feeling.

Mu Yang and Mu Ear are good friends, usually a little taciturn, and when he meets someone he doesn't know, Mu Yang doesn't even say much. Today, I was upset with the fungus, but it caused the pain of flesh and skin.

Mu Er stepped forward, gave Mu Yang a fierce hug, and said, "Fool, next time, look at you still talking nonsense!" ”

Mu Yang smiled honestly and did not speak.

Wen Ying glanced down at the little golden dragon and said happily: "You little guy, it's still quite useful." ”

The little golden dragon smugly "whined" twice, continued to lie on Wen Ying's chest, and rubbed Wen Ying's chest a few times with his little head. Wen Ying couldn't help but caress his head a few times, and pinched the horns on his head, she said softly: "I'll give you a name, just call it an old man, okay?" ”

"Woo", the little golden dragon responded twice, and seemed to agree.

"Old man?" The fungus and the poplar spoke in unison, and their tones were surprised.

There was a hint of disdain in the eyes of the fungus: "Old man? How did you come up with the idea of giving the Golden Dragon that name? The Protoss would never give a dragon such a name. ”

"Hmph." Wen Ying raised her head and said proudly: "My little golden dragon, I am in charge of his name." I'm going to call him an old man! ”

Mu Yang grinned and said, "Old man, it's very nice." ”

Suddenly, a high-pitched dragon roar came from the sacred lake. When the little golden dragon heard this, he couldn't help but raise his head and let out a dragon roar. In an instant, bursts of dragon roars resounded in the sky.

Everyone was amazed.

"The dragon's roar seems to have come from the Holy Lake. In the temple, how can there be a golden dragon? Butler Mubai was puzzled.

Sacred Lake, Temple.

Between the temple and the palace of dreams, that is, a few miles apart. Alice rode in a pegasus carriage and returned to the temple from the Palace of Dreams, less than a moment later.

As soon as the Pegasus cart stopped in the silver square in front of the temple, Alice was stunned, and there were several golden dragons in the square. One of the golden dragons is an adult golden dragon. Dragons generally have a lifespan of about 1,000 years, and dragons with strong magic power can even live for thousands of years. The juvenile stage of the dragon is generally under 300 years old, and the dragon over 300 years old is an adult dragon.

This adult golden dragon is a male golden dragon. He is about six or seven meters tall, with a body length of more than ten meters, a long neck, and a bulge on his body, similar to a sharp sword, of different lengths, like a sword-like sharp bulge from the center of the neck to the center of the back, and all the way to its tail. The sword-like protrusions are even two or three meters long, and the sharp protrusions on the neck and tail are shorter than those on the back, but the shortest ones are about half a meter. The horns on the top of the golden dragon's head were sharp and thick, and a pair of blood-red eyes were like two small fiery red lanterns. The golden dragon was covered in golden light, and when he saw Alice, he raised his huge wings and raised his head to the sky and let out a high-pitched dragon roar, which resounded through the sky. Several other juvenile golden dragons seemed to be attracted by the dragon song of this adult golden dragon, and they also let out dragon chirps.

The high-pitched roar of the dragon made Alice feel deafening.

Archduke Quirrell, dressed in a white robe, stood gracefully, smiling, looking at Alice in the carriage. There were a few counts of the Shahril clan standing casually behind Grand Duke Quirrell, who were the masters of these golden dragons.

Grand Duke Quirrell looked at Alice with a leisurely expression.

Alice scrutinized Archduke Quirrell.

The king of the Shalir clan of the Dark Clan of the Protoss, Grand Duke Quirrell, who has existed for more than 6,000 years, is the appearance of a human race around thirty-five years old, with long black hair, silver pupil eyes, but his gaze is as hot as two silver flames jumping, a pair of thin lips, the corners of his mouth are raised, his face seems to be smiling, and his handsome face has a little charm.

"Grand Duke Quirrell." Alice said gently.

Grand Duke Quirrell's silver eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was charming: "I don't know if the Holy Messenger likes the Golden Dragon." I have brought a few for the Holy Messenger to choose. ”

"I'm not a dragon lord." The smile on Alice's face grew thicker and thicker, and the blue eyes on her pretty face sparkled.

Grand Duke Quirrell's tone was lazy: "As long as the Holy Envoy likes it, it doesn't matter if it is the Dragon Lord or not. ”

The dragon is extremely loyal to his dragon master, as long as the dragon lord orders the dragon to follow others and swear to protect others, the dragon will faithfully fulfill the orders of the dragon master.

Alice looked at the few golden dragons in the square, pointed to a golden dragon about the height of a horse, and said, "Then thank you Grand Duke Quirrell." ”

"My pleasure." Grand Duke Quirrell gently took one of Alice's hands, and he slowly lowered his head and kissed Alice on the back of her hand. He felt Alice's hands cold, and his lips quivered.

The Fourth Duke of Mary leaned against the pillars of the main hall, looking at the scene in front of him, and did not make a sound.