The temperature from the hands of the little slave was a little hot.

Mr. Long took advantage of the time when Tan Sang was stunned, and the little slave boldly grabbed Tan Sang's hand, and Tan Sang could obviously feel that the little slave's fingertips were too hot.

As Tan Sang, who dragged the sky, should she shake off his hand now?!

According to the plan, he had conjured up in advance that the scythe should have stabbed her in the heart, but he was limp now.

The heat is terrible.

In that case, even if I was in a hurry, there was only a little rapid breathing.

Because of his abnormal body temperature, Samuel in the metamorphosis period couldn't control himself at all.

His tail also conjured, and the tail clung down the cold ground and under the hem of her skirt, aiming for a small section of the girl's exposed white ankle.

As soon as such a thought appeared, the little slave's face turned red.

It's just red and scary.

It can't be a side effect of healing magic, right?

After all, this is a dragon!

Tan Sang was worried, and his actions were just brains.

The girl's delicate fingers covered his forehead gently.

The hot temperature in the palm of the hand, mixed with the touch of the rough scar, is not a wonderful experience.

But Tan Sang's mood improved, she breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the hand that was gently pressing on the little slave's forehead.

Fortunately, the vital signs are normal.

It's okay, it's alive.

Leaving with Tan Sangwen's palm, Mr. Long couldn't tell what he felt in his heart.

There were a few strange emotions in his heart, and he didn't even know what that feeling was.

His tail was already tighter against the small exposed white ankle.

His body was very hot, and there was a voice in his heart all the time.

Stain her.

Let her be like herself.

Then she can't dislike herself!

The strange blood belonging to the dragon seeped straight into her body and mixed with her blood along the delicate skin lines of Tan Sang.

Tan Sang felt cold at his ankles.

When I looked down, there was nothing.

She didn't notice anything unusual about her body, just straightened up, and then used a spell to conjure a clean veil.

Then he covered his longing eyes, which burned like a silent and colorless flame, so hot that they could consume her entire mind.

Tan Sang was really afraid that he wouldn't be able to control it, so he could only blindfold him.

When tying the veil for the poor and helpless and weak Mr. Long, Tan Sang saw that the corners of the little beautiful lips were very dry.

But in order not to collapse the character.

Speak sharply: "Do you think you are qualified to sleep in my bed?" ”

Such a cold, domineering voice woke up the tail that was not very strong and attached to Tan Sang's ankle, and also woke up Samuel, who connived at his subconscious incarnation to leave possessive blood on Tan Sang's ankle.

He seemed to have just reacted to what he had done to Tan Sang.

The flush went down from the eyelids and was about to dye the entire handsome cheeks.

When she reacted to what she said, it was like pouring cold water on a flame, and the tips of her heart were cold.

Sure enough!

In her eyes, she is inferior to nothing.

Can ...... now

She had to hook herself up.

Tan Sang didn't notice that the moment she finished speaking, her blood-red eyes were staring at the exposed ankle between the gaps in the veil, and her eyes were burning like flames.

It was stained with the smell of only him.

Because of this kind of aura, it can not only block the approach of other creatures to her, but also cause her a lot of trouble.