Atifa lowered her head in surprise, Moshenl's love she always carried with her, when did this sorcerer steal it?

As the dragon's blood was poured, the Moshenl Addict let out a faint humming sound, and it quickly grew to two meters.

Holding Moshenl's appetite, the sorcerer said viciously.

"Suffer death, dragon!"

Atifa's eyes narrowed slightly, and orange-red flames appeared along with the scales. After so many dragonizations, her use of dragon blood is no longer what it used to be.

Even if the sorcerer had a passion for Moshenl, Atifa didn't think she would be his opponent.

Staring into the distance with those strange eyes, the black dragon said in a deep voice.

"Don't you want to leave Turin alive, people of East Ikra."

Gripping the spear tightly, the sorcerer rushed towards Artifa, a ridiculous momentum.

But before Atifa could be complacent for a moment, his figure suddenly flickered and disappeared!

The black dragon hurriedly turned around, but there was nothing in front of him.

It was only then that the real roar sounded behind her, and the sorcerer stabbed Moshen's Addiction into the black dragon's spine.

Artifa subconsciously closed his wings, and the left wing, which had not fully grown, was like a piece of tissue paper, and sharp pain came from behind him.

She quickly twisted her waist to avoid the shot, but another roar came from behind, a figure flickered behind her, and the Moshenl lust slashed at her spine once more.

"It can't be!"

The black dragon let out a low snort, its muscles foaming out, it was dragonizing for the second time, but Moshenl's craving had already sunk into its spine before passing through its chamber.

The foamy muscles stayed on the surface of the body, and the black dragon's eyes widened, and it couldn't believe the scene in front of it.

"That's the price of arrogance."

The sorcerer smirked, and he pulled Moshenl's addiction out with all his might, and stabbed it into Atifa's heart, but the shot was missing!

A hand suddenly reached out of the shadows, and it fluttered around Moshenl's craving, and the skeleton emerged from the shadows, then slammed its knee into the sorcerer's jaw.

The sharp knees nearly pushed the sorcerer's jaw through him, and he flashed back in pain.

Taking advantage of his dodge, Oreo grabbed Moshenl's appetite and stabbed him directly.

Finally, the sound of fighting in the hall was heard, and Reka pushed the door open.

"Your Majesty, are you alright......"

He watched in amazement, and the next scene of dark flames took over his eyes.

The skeleton hugged Angelyl sideways, and it whispered.

"Atifa, I warned you not to be careless, have you forgotten?"

Seeing this familiar figure, the black dragon struggled violently.

It knows how ugly it looks, and it doesn't want its loved ones to see it.

Of course, Oreo won't let go, because he's been waiting for this day for a long time, and he puts his arms around Atifa with his unwarm hand, his eyes full of tenderness.

"Atifa, I'm already an undead, how can the undead dislike the dragons."

“......”

Atifa didn't dare say anything, she avoided Oreo's eyes, her hands hanging down to her sides.

She choked up, had a thousand words in her heart, but in the end she didn't say anything.

"It's okay, it's okay already."

The skeleton whispered reassurance, and it put Artifa into its chair, gently stroking her cheek.

The withered bones slid across his cheeks, but they brought Artifa an indescribable warmth.

The black dragon gradually calmed down, its muscles contracted little by little, and its scales slowly sank into its skin.

Holding Atifa's skin, the skeleton lowered its head and whispered in her ear.

"Your Majesty, Atifa, you've finally been fooled."

......

Atifa awoke from his vision, and Judge Edgar was maintaining the steak cutting pose.

Beside her stood a stranger, who was looking down at her, the Moshenl in his hand.

And what's even more terrifying is that he didn't have a dragon!

Seeing that Moshenl's lust was about to pierce her heart, Atifa's vision blurred for a moment, and the next moment she appeared outside the house, Caron supporting her.

"It's him, it's really him!"

Atifa muttered, then staggered forward, orange eyes lit up and extinguished in her eyes.

Caron hurriedly pulled her down.

"Miss Artifa, the young master doesn't dare not see you, and it's dangerous there."

It's not that you don't dare, not that you don't want to

Atifa hesitated for half a second, then rushed madly towards the restaurant.

It must have been the man who had been haunted by her dreams just now who saved her, and she remembered the smell of him

- because when she woke up in every sweet dream in the past three years, she was surrounded by this familiar smell!

Knocking the library door open, Atifa screamed.

"Husband!"

After saying this, she only felt the blood rush to her head, and the air in her ears was almost boiling.

But the fiery mood soon cooled.

Warm sunlight poured through the glass windows, silence fell in the library, and Atifa caught a wisp of magic in the air that quickly dissipated as if it had never existed.

The presiding judge, who was seated at the table, turned around, stared at Atifa in surprise, and then stood up in fear.

"Your Majesty...... Pardon my offense...... What the hell is going on. ”

Atifa lowered her head, and when she looked up again, a smile was already on her lips.

"Lord Edgar, I didn't control myself just now, you know, I'm already a dragon."

Hearing the terrible word, Edgar nodded pretending to be calm.

"Your Majesty, everyone knows that it was the dragon's blood that chose you, and you are the patron saint of Turin."

Atifa smiled and sat down across from Edgar.

"Turin is much better than I expected, and this is inseparable from the help of Judge Edgar. By the way, the regulations of Turin need to be revised again, can Your Excellency Edgar keep it busy? ”

Talking about this topic, Edgar said solemnly.

"Your Majesty, I have long felt that the laws of Turin are too strict, which is not only bad for the nobles, but also far from friendly to the commoners...... Because the law is supposed to be the bottom line to maintain morality, not to use it as a tool to eradicate dissent. ”

He paused, "Your Majesty, this is a great achievement for you. ”

"You're right,"

Atifa nodded, "The last law was revised by His Majesty Badr, and it was to deal with the chaos in Turin, which I understand. Now that Turin is gradually stable, we can't afford to let everyone be scared...... Of course, this process must also be done slowly, and people with intentions must not be allowed to take advantage of the loopholes of the law. ”

"I'm not going to let them take advantage of it."

Edgar spread his hands, "Besides, with you, no one dares to take advantage of the loopholes." ”

The two looked at each other, then laughed.

Stopping his smile, Edgar coughed twice.

"Your Majesty, I heard from Director Reka that you are very picky about your tastes, and if the food at the court is not to your liking, please don't blame you."

"I'll blame you."

Atifa recounted the lines in her memory, but she suddenly froze, her emerald green eyes trembling violently.

She choked and lifted the hem of her skirt.

"I'll go to the bathroom."

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