On the banks of the Blue Silk River, Grand Duke Quirrell stands by the river. He was dressed in a silver slim robe, looking tall, and his long black hair was gently raised in the gentle breeze. On Grand Duke Quirrell's wrist, a colorful dragon ball scorched and flashed.

The Ember Butler stood respectfully at the back of Grand Duke Quirrell, and he was saying something to Grand Duke Quirrell. The rest of the attendant slaves stood at a distance.

"Did you find the right person?" Grand Duke Quirrell's silver eyes seemed to be staring at the clear surface of the river.

The Blue Silk River is winding, the river surface is not wide, and the river water is pale blue and crystal clear.

"Found one. The Soul Shifting Witch Spell has been cast. The Ember Butler said, "I'm waiting for an opportunity." The Ember Butler was a little helpless: "It's just that in the past few years in Castle Black, there have been too few changes in the entry and exit of slaves. ”

"Opportunities always come." Grand Duke Quirrell said leisurely, "After the Sacred Voice of the Wood Templar Hall sounded for the second time, could something interesting happen in the continents?" ”

"There's an interesting thing about O'Neill." The Ember Butler said, "Old Count Arnold of the Lemuel Clan, kill his Phoenix."

Among the divine beasts, the phoenix is the only divine beast whose magic power can be comparable to that of a dragon. The number of phoenixes is very small, and there are currently less than 1,000 phoenixes in the heavenly kingdom. Every time the phoenix reaches nirvana, it can be resurrected and reborn, and its existence time can even be longer than that of the people of the gods. The ash period is coming, and the phoenix is a rare and extremely powerful divine beast in battle. Therefore, as a last resort, the people of the Protoss will never kill the phoenix.

"How's the Heart of the Phoenix?" Quirrell justice.

The Ember Butler shook his head: "No one knows what Old Earl Arnold will do with the Phoenix Heart. ”

"I know what Old Earl Arnold has done with the Heart of the Phoenix." Grand Duke Quirrell laughed, "Old Earl Arnold is a loyal follower of Reeves, and this must be Reeves' order. ”

"The Grand Duke means ---," the Ember Butler wondered.

Grand Duke Quirrell raised his head, looked at the silver mountains in the distance, and said, "Lemuel, have been silent for too long. Reeves, perhaps, is getting impatient. ”

For the Lemuel people, the ancient times were an indescribable time. Although the Light and Darkness Protoss defeated the Titans and seized the right to rule the Heavenly Kingdom, since then, the Lemuel Clan has never had a chance to touch the throne of the Heavenly Emperor.

"Huh?" A trace of doubt appeared on Grand Duke Quirrell's face: "The little golden dragon has come to seek the Lord?" ”

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Outside the dormitory, in front of the heavy palace gate, the little golden dragon slammed the palace gate again and again with his body with a hard shell covered with dragon scales.

The old Earl of Hutchioli probably likes the twin trees too much, and the buildings in the Silver Lily Castle are all made of twin wood, and this palace door is made of twin wood. Although it is thick, with the power of the little golden dragon, in normal times, it can be knocked away casually. But now, because of the divine enchantment, the palace gate does not move at all. The little golden dragon flew rapidly for half a day, from early morning to noon, before flying to the Silver Lily Castle. The old earl Hu Kaili naturally let the little golden dragon in, but the little golden dragon arrived at the door of the dormitory, but he couldn't get in.

The little golden dragon lay on his stomach in front of the door, snorting and panting. He turned his head and let out an impatient dragon roar at Grand Duke Ivan. Flying at such a long distance, the little golden dragon was already exhausted, and he hit the palace gate more than a hundred times, but he still couldn't get in.

The little golden dragon opened his mouth and gasped for breath, and crawled beside Grand Duke Ivan. He looked up, and the dragon's roar, which had been impatient, became a sad whimper.

After listening to the mournful whimpering dragon of the little golden dragon for a while, seeing that Grand Duke Ivan was still indifferent, Count Alaric couldn't bear it anymore, he shook his right hand, and the silver rune on the back of his right hand flew towards the little golden dragon and landed on the back of the little golden dragon.

With a loud bang, the little golden dragon slammed open the palace gate. He pounced on Wen Ying like lightning, but he was forced to stop at a slight distance from Wen Ying. The little golden dragon was prostrate beside Wen Ying, his head resting on Wen Ying's shoulder, his nose and mouth gently rubbing Wen Ying's face. His big blood-red eyes were bursting with tears.

Wen Ying's little face, which was wrinkled in pain, was a little soothed, revealing a surprised smile.

"Old man, you're really here—" Wen Ying said, "You're really here, I've been waiting—you've been coming, you've been coming, you've been coming, you've been coming--- I thought you---'d not be coming." ”

The little golden dragon let out a whimper.

Wen Ying was lying on the woolen blanket, and the head of the little golden dragon was in front of Wen Ying's eyes. Looking at the little golden dragon's anxious and worried appearance, Wen Ying felt a burst of warmth in her heart, and the moment she saw the little golden dragon, the piercing pain in her heart was reduced a little.

The little golden dragon got up, raised his left foot, raised his tail, and the sharp thorn at the end of the tail pierced the center of his left foot. Suddenly, a stream of golden blood spurted out and fell on Wen Ying.

"Don't, I don't!" Wen Ying screamed, her voice almost heartbreaking: "I don't want your blood!" I don't want your blood! ”

The little golden dragon let out a sharp and mournful dragon roar, followed by a string of muttering dragon words.

"Suck your blood out!" Wen Ying screamed, "Suck your blood away immediately!" I don't want your blood. Wen Ying gasped, probably with too much force, Wen Ying's voice became smaller: "Immediately, immediately, otherwise, I--don't want you to ---, I--won't be your --- Dragon Lord." ”

The little golden dragon looked at Wen Ying in horror, and he sensed Wen Ying's strong willingness to refuse. The little golden dragon finally stretched out his tongue and licked his left foot, and the golden dragon's blood no longer flowed out. The little golden dragon crawled down again, his head gently rubbing against Wen Ying's chest, and he said a string of dragon words.

Wen Ying understood that Xiao Jinlong meant: he obeyed Wen Ying's order and stopped giving Wen Ying his blood, but he would not suck back the blood that had already fallen on Wen Ying's body.

Those golden dragon blood had already flowed through the cotton robe onto Wen Ying's skin, and was being absorbed by Wen Ying's body.

Wen Ying could feel that all those golden dragon blood seemed to flow towards the place where the heart was. She noticed that the pain in her heart had lessened a little.

"Enough, it's enough for you to come to me." Wen Ying stretched out her hand, stroked the little golden dragon's head, and smiled, "The pain is a little less." It's only a little bit ---, but I --- feel it. ”

The little golden dragon raised his head, stretched out his long red and soft tongue, and gently licked Wen Ying's cheeks. His tears fell on Wen Ying's cheeks, and Wen Ying felt a burst of coldness, which made her feel very comfortable. However, she didn't want to see the little golden dragon crying.

"It turns out that the dragon's tears are cold." Wen Ying said: "Don't cry, your tears are too cold, they flow on my --- face, and they are uncomfortable." ”

The little golden dragon's red tongue quickly licked the tears on Wen Ying's cheeks, then stretched his neck, twisted his head to the side, shook his head a few times from side to side, shook the tears in his eyes, and then lowered his head again and continued to lick Wen Ying's face.

Wen Ying closed her eyes, feeling the warm and soft tongue of the little golden dragon, a joy slowly rose in her heart, and she even felt that every time the little golden dragon licked her cheeks, the pain in her heart was reduced a little. Although the pain was only reduced to a very slight one, Wen Ying was still very happy.

"It's nice to have you here when your heart hurts." Wen Ying said in a low voice: "Even if --- convenience is not me, and Ivan --- doesn't want me anymore, it doesn't matter, as long as your --- is still by my side and accompanies me, it's enough." Wen Ying said as she grabbed the woolen blanket beside her fiercely with her ten fingers.

The little golden dragon let out a low dragon groan, with a little joy and a little worry.

Suddenly, the little golden dragon let out an angry dragon roar - Grand Duke Ivan suddenly appeared, picked Wen Ying up by the waist, and in an instant the two of them were already on the bed.

Grand Duke Ivan was half-leaning and half-leaning on the head of the bed, he held Wen Ying in his arms, his right hand turned golden, and his palm covered Wen Ying's heart.

Wen Ying struggled to get up, she said angrily: "You let go of me, I don't want you to save me!"