Tan Sang was tired and lay down.

Samuel, who was a lover, also consciously lay down.

Fingers hooked Tan Sang's hand.

Tan Sang, who felt that the character was about to fall off, was too tired, so he didn't hear the system prompt at all [The current host has a dream grass in his body, is he taking the antidote?] ］

The room fell silent, and a trace of purple mist slowly rose from her body, burrowing into Mr. Dragon's body.

She slept deeply.

I just feel that my consciousness is being pulled by something.

Not quite accustomed to this kind of involvement, she slowly opened her eyes, there was no poor little slave around her, there was no dazzling light, it was dim, there was no light, it was a very strange place.

Beneath his feet were dirty stone slabs, the splicing was messy, the muddy water falling from the crevices was splashing with ripples, and the air was filled with the stench of garbage.

Messy, dirty.

She's ...... Dreaming?

If it was really a dream, but the dream was too clear, and even the sound of rain falling on the ground was very clear.

Tan Sang took two steps forward without feeling real, frowning slightly.

It was really gloomy, it was wet and gloomy all around, and the walls in the alley were dirty.

"Bag system, where is this?"

[Miss host, now you're in Samuel's past.]

Now it doesn't belong to the plane itself, young lady, you can just break up the person. ］

Pass...... Go?!

Tan Sang's eyes caught a glimpse of a corner, which was full of blood.

There were also golden glowing scales falling to the ground.

She couldn't help but move forward, quickened her pace to leave this dark alley, and after walking for an unknown amount of time, she finally saw someone, a child, to be exact.

He looked like he was thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in a tattered black cloak that could be seen to be kept neat, with a vicious look in his eyes and blood on his arms and face.

He ran quickly, his long hair disheveled, his injured hand struggling to tug at his cape and hat.

This is...... Little slaves?

Tan Sang was a little surprised, she hesitated for a second, and the juvenile version of Mr. Evil Dragon ran away, and she only saw the deformed dragon tail dragged behind him.

A lot of scales fell on it.

Bloody.

Tan Sang looked a little distressed, and was about to catch up with him, when a series of messy footsteps sounded behind him.

"Shit, little bastard!"

Several dragons who looked like teenagers ran over angrily.

At the head of the pack is a black dragon, and this group of people looks completely different from Mr. Evil Dragon, and they have successfully transformed themselves.

There are also relatively good-looking clothes.

"! What's wrong with this bastard plucking his two scales and playing with them?! Dare to resist! The black scales on the face of the young dragon at the head loomed, and he looked very bad-tempered.

"Brothers, when you catch him, pull out his scales."

At the sound of the order, all the dragons whispered in high spirits, their voices full of fantasy and joy after beating Samuel.

These are really bad natures.

Bullying for fun?!

None of the dragons here have compassion.

They are all to blame.

It's all the devil.

Tan Sang really wanted to kill them, but he also thought that if he really killed them, then the other dragons would definitely suspect Samuel.

And then her little slave will still be bullied by other people.

Tan Sang didn't make a move in the end.

All the dragons set off, but they didn't find Mr. Evil Dragon, obviously he looked seriously injured, and he was young, so he didn't expect to run so fast.

The dragons searched for an afternoon, but they couldn't find him.