"That's it?" Lu Ziyu looked at him in astonishment, because there was no contract, which seemed a little strange.

Qingtianfang next to him scolded: "Don't you know that the dragon clan never guarantees anything at will? Because the dragon clan is the supreme among the demon beasts, every oath has its own spirit! ”

"What is the spirit of speech?" Lu Ziyu said with a blank face.

"Even if you break your oath, you will be punished greatly." There was an old voice in the distance, and Lu Ziyu looked up and found that the person who came turned out to be the old man surnamed Lu.

The old man said with a smile: "It is worthy of the person that the old man fancies, and the original dead end was actually revived by you!" ”

"It's you! You're just letting me die! Lu Ziyu said angrily.

The old man was stunned and said, "Hey, if there is no old man, you can now accept this Lord of the Mist to sign this hundred-year contract?" ”

"Then I almost ...... too"

"Yes, you're almost, but you're almost, you're not burping, you're still alive, and you're taking advantage of it!" The old man opened the gourd and poured it around.

When the Lord of the Mists saw the old man, he lowered his head in fear, and he reverted to the appearance of the little puppet and said, "Branch...... Support ......"

"Huh?" The old man glanced at the Lord of the Mist.

Suddenly, the Lord of the Mist sweated: "My lord, are you here......"

Lu Ziyu was very surprised, because this Lord of the Mist was so afraid of the old man, squeak? Could it be that this Lord of the Mist can learn to call rats?

But seeing that the ghouls around him were all looking at the old man in fear, this made Lu Ziyu mutter, and said in his heart What is the origin of this old man, the owner of the misty forest is so afraid of it, just like a mouse sees a cat.

"My lord, my subordinates are obsessed with ghosts for a while, and they want to attack the person you choose, but please forgive me!" The Lord of the Mists looked terrified, and slammed his head on the ground.

The old man ignored the Lord of the Mist, wearing this tattered clothes, came to Lu Ziyu's side and easily took the soul ball in Lu Ziyu's hand, and then came to the little female dragon's side, he grabbed the soul ball, and the soul ball was shattered immediately.

The golden flame spun up on its own and landed on the little she-dragon.

It turned out that the eyes of the little female dragon with a dead face had begun to revive at this time, and there was a little anger.

"The old man knew that you would do it, and he deliberately let you do it...... If Ziyu can't even pass these tests, how can he help the world drive out those invaders? The old man said, it turned out that all this was set up by the old man.

Lu Ziyu thought that he was clever, but he never thought that he was calculated by this old man on his chessboard, and he was also indignant for a while.

"But the thing about the mount needs to change." The old man said.

"What? I said old drunkard, do you want to regret it? Lu Ziyu exclaimed, he said in his heart that this Lord of the Mist is the existence of the peak of the calamity level, and if it is used as a mount, it must be so windy!

The old man glanced at the Lord of the Mist: "If you leave, the Forest of Mist will not be suppressed by you as a beast god, what do you say will happen to the Mist Forest?" ”

"This ......" The Lord of the Mists suddenly lost his voice.

Lu Ziyu frowned: "Yes, if there is no Lord of Mist, the demon beasts here will lose their dominance, and they may have internal duels, or they may let themselves go and harass the people around them." ”

"Yes, when the time comes, the lives will be miserable, and you don't have to wait for those steel giants to make a move, just a large number of demon beasts and ghouls in the Misty Forest, these things are running towards the surroundings of the capital, who do you say can stop it?" The old man said.

The Lord of the Mist glanced at the old man: "My lord means that my subordinates don't need to ......."

"You don't need to, but your daughter can." The old man said.

The Lord of the Mist almost vomited blood: "Great ...... My lord, are you asking my daughter to ride this kid? My daughter is still a yellow flower boudoir dragon, she ......"

"What is she, now the dragon clan is just two of you, it is normal to be a yellow flower boudoir dragon, and somewhere in this land of Shenzhou, there may be a dragon clan that escaped the catastrophe at the beginning...... the old man said slowly.

The Lord of the Mist's eyes widened, "Are there any other living dragons?" ”

"Yes, there are fresh dragon scales on the black market of human beings nowadays, and they are on the black market of Jingshi......" The old man put a golden scale on the stone.

The Lord of the Mist saw the scales and burst into tears of excitement: "This is, the scales of the golden dragon. ”

"Yes, your daughter is also a dragon, and dragons are naturally sensitive to their compatriots, so if your daughter goes with this kid, she may be able to capture the same kind of information, and I don't think you want your daughter to become the last dragon in the world......" The old man said.

The old man turned yellow, and a beautiful blonde woman got up, and she said, "Father, I think what this grandfather said makes sense, since my father has made a vow, it is not a violation of my words to fulfill it as a child." ”

"Daughter, are you awake?" The Lord of the Mists rejoiced.

The little she-dragon immediately hugged the Lord of the Mist: "Father...... I thought I wouldn't see you anymore, I ......"

This little female dragon is called Long Ling'er, and the name of the Lord of the Mist is very bad, and it is actually called Long Aotian.

Long Ling'er had been hit by some kind of vicious spell before, which caused the soul to be damaged, so that she ended up in such a field, she was sweet-looking, blond and blue-eyed, very similar to the Celts, one of the earthling races that Feng Wenxuan once said, and there was a unique exotic style.

And the skin is fair, and it has a lot more popularity than before.

Long Ling'er looked at Lu Ziyu, she turned around expressionlessly, then knelt down on one knee and said, "Long Ling'er, the last descendant of the necromantic dragon, meet the master." ”

"Necromantic Dragon?" Lu Ziyu looked at the old man puzzled.

The old man coughed: "What about the dragon...... There are also different types, earth, life, flame, frost, and so on...... There are more than a dozen individual classes, each type of dragon has unique abilities, and the ability of the necromantic dragon is to summon the dead, the undead ghouls of the entire misty forest, which is the masterpiece of Long Aotian. ”

"Great, sir...... Please don't call me that name, this name makes my subordinates ...... It's embarrassing. The Lord of the Mists said.

"Knowing Long Aotian, no problem Long Aotian." The old man smiled lewdly.

And Long Ling'er suddenly turned into a black dragon and spread her wings: "Master, let me take you out of the city of vain death......"

"Good!" Lu Ziyu said, he jumped on the broad back of the dragon, and said to the old man: "Thank you for your kindness, I will invite you to eat and drink next time!" ”

"Okay, don't pay the bills, stinky boy!"

"Hey, I don't know your name, old man!"

"Five hundred years ago it was one, you will know sooner or later." The old man laughed.