That woman must not like herself, too!

Mr. Evil Dragon felt the slowly flowing rotten fluid, and his heart was barren like a thorny land.

If he had the slightest chance to move now, he would rush to Tan Sang and ask her why she was leaving?

Is it disgusting to him?

But why did she say that to him again?

Why tell him he's going to be the most powerful dragon?

Is she a plaything or a partner in her feelings?

He thought funny again, his deformed legs were still starting to rot now, Tan Sang would definitely dislike him.

After all, such a heartless woman, how could she really like others?

No one would be willing to take care of herself, and she just wanted a lover, so why would she not dislike him?

When she returns, it's all over.

Mr. Evil Dragon endured the pain of his bone gouging and maintained his sanity.

He wanted to see how Tan Sang disliked him, so that he would have a reason to imprison her firmly and possess her completely without pain.

Instead of being ridiculous, she fell for her little by little in the days when she never cared for her.

Listening to the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, Mr. Evil Dragon laboriously pulled out a touch of his consciousness and leaned out of the room.

The divine consciousness attached to the corner of the woman's slightly cool clothes.

But he was weak in the end, and it didn't take long for him to regain his senses, unwilling to look at the disgusted gaze she would show later.

Tan Sang was now particularly worried about the trouble of those dragons coming to find the little slaves, the paper man was fine, and there were no messy footprints in the courtyard of the castle.

It's just that the unpleasant smell in the air is becoming more and more obvious.

Of course, Tan Sang understood what was going on.

It's the dragon tail of a little slave, rotting.

Tan Sang, who had made all the mental preparations, but when he opened the door, he was still smoked and took a few steps back.

Feeling the woman's retreat, it was clear that she had only taken two steps back, but his heart was about to be unbearable.

For a moment, it was as if it was frozen.

He was even thinking about how to keep Tan Sang there.

But in the end, he still didn't want to know Tan Sang's disgust, Mr. Evil Dragon pursed his lips tightly and withdrew his senses.

At least let him feel that he still likes it a little bit in front of Tan Sang.

Don't be disgusted with him.

He always knew he was disgusting.

But don't you hate dragons?

Tan Sang didn't know that he couldn't help but be smoked and took two steps back, so he let the little slave have such a earth-shaking idea.

But Tan Sang still wanted to help the little slave heal, for the first time in his life, oh no, the second time, he endured the unpleasant smell in the air and walked quickly to the bedside.

The smell of rotting flesh on the tip of her nose became stronger, and she looked at Mr. Long's pale and evil cheeks, and pursed his lips tightly.

Closed eyes tightly.

Her movements were actually light, but they made a certain dragon feel cold, as if it were on the edge of a cliff......

When she lifts the quilt, she will be disgusted with him!

She'll lose him!

But he couldn't help but look forward to if, if she didn't ......

No, no, how can anyone be sincere to him?

Hasn't he been like this alone for more than a thousand years?

Why did he start looking forward to it? In fact, it's okay not to get her heart and trap her.

It was cold all of a sudden, and she ...... Is she going to lift the covers?

Other...... Don't open the ......

Beg...... Please, don't look at it......

His fingertips couldn't stop trembling, and he was really humble when he first knew that he cared about a person's opinion.

And Tan Sang also saw Mr. Long's tragic situation clearly the moment the quilt was lifted.

The legs turned into a long tail, and some of the dragon's scales turned from withered yellow to almost black and fell to the side, leaving pus, blood, and putrefaction everywhere.

Tan Sang's fingertips trembled slightly.