Annette looked at her brother and husband who were still breathing, wiped away her tears, and prayed for Tan Sang.

She didn't want to take advantage of Tan Sang's.

Although I used Dream Grass.

But Dream Grass won't do any harm to her vital signs.

As for the dragon, Jimmy just did a trick.

The dragon would have ulcers in his leg for a few days, but as long as he survived, he would be fine.

They didn't do anything really harmful.

Only now, they will be far from home.

Tan Sang, who went back, didn't know that he had been trapped, and after counting the days, it was still a little long ago when those dragons came to find the little slave.

After healing the little slave's leg, the little slave should be able to deal with those dragons.

I put a tick on my little notebook.

Get ready for a good night's sleep.

One after another suppressed gasps seemed to be in my ears.

Tan Sang suddenly turned around and saw Mr. Evil Dragon, like a silent and colorless flame burning, extremely hot.

"Little slave, what's wrong with you?"

The man complied with instinct, took her small soft and boneless hand, and rubbed his thin lips lightly.

It's scorching.

Tan Sang shrank back.

The man simply conjured his dragon tail and stuffed it into her hand.

"Goddess ......"

The man's voice sounds uniquely sultry and pleasant.

Tan Sang is in so many planes, looking at him like this, he probably knows what it means?

Looking at the 71 favorability value, Tan Sang felt that he could make a difference.

But what's in this Dragontail TM?!

"Little Slave ......"

"Would you like to help me?"

The man's eyes looked at her, his eyes were sparkling, it was too demagogic!!

What else can I do with this TM?!

Mr. Evil Dragon saw the hesitation in Tan Sang's eyes, and his blood-red eyes were like the most beautiful roses blooming in the night.

He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes softened, hiding everything.

But looking at such a thin little slave, Tan Sang always had the illusion that he had failed him.

"Green tea" Mr. Long said: "I know that I am just a slave and lover of the goddess, and it doesn't matter if the goddess doesn't help me." ”

"I won't care."

The implication: I care.

Because this is the physiological condition of the little slave, Tan Sang has no choice now.

Why is the dragon's estrus period so terrible?!

Tan Sang exhaled and said that the little slave was her person, so she had to take care of his people.

Even his brother has to be taken care of?!

That's what the hell is it.

Tan Sang's whole face was so red that she could drip blood, she was just a fierce inward-looking, and her face was actually very thin when she was really shot.

Finally, he hesitated and gave him his hand.

The little green tea slave finally succeeded, pinched her wrist, led her, found the erect position, and made obscene movements slowly.

Tan Sang couldn't help but tremble when his fingertips touched it, in exchange for a chuckle above his head, and a gentle coax: "Don't be afraid." ”

I'm afraid, I'm afraid of a hammer!

I'm still a little scared after pinching it.

"Is this the first time the goddess has done this kind of thing?"

Tan Sang was stunned and nodded.

The man asked even more presumptuously, "Will the goddess help others?" ”

"It's just you."

Mr. Dragon fell directly to her collarbone.

"Thank you, Lady Priestess."

Kiss her earlobe, very light, suddenly flirtatious like this?!

[Ding, Opinion +9, Current Opinion 80]

The night was silent, and at last only Samuel's slightly sexy gasp remained.

After finishing, Tan Sang put a white handkerchief embroidered with a rose pattern and gently wiped off the fingertips.