Yan Ming was happy, not only to thank it for saving him from fire and water, but also to thank the bone of his heart for being able to exert such power at a critical moment, and at this moment, seeing that the summoned ghost dragon was so submissive to him and so obedient, he couldn't help but be full of joy.

Yan Ming took a closer look at the ghost dragon, skinny, but the body was slippery, unlike the ghost dragon that was not commonly seen, it was covered with scales like Zhou Qi'er's epoxy, this one was also strange, but it must also be the same coefficient, so you don't have to care.

"Thank you."

Yan Ming stretched out his arms and held its dragon head, not afraid that its dragon horns would scratch his skin.

That's it, a slick man, holding a slippery dragon, lined with the faint white light of the dungeon, like a god.

The little dragon in his arms let out a comfortable cry, and Yan Ming's heart was really melting.

After a long time, the little ghost dragon moved his body uncomfortably, and Yan Ming let go of him, as if he regarded him as a person, and asked seriously, "Do you have a name?" ”

The ghost dragon was silent.

"There can be ??? parents"

There was silence again.

"You have brothers and sisters."

Hearing this, the little ghost dragon raised his head to the sky and roared, as if it was a mournful roar.

Yan Ming saw that he was sad and pitiful, and he didn't feel good in his heart, so he said, "It's okay, now, you have me." ”

The little ghost dragon seemed to understand his words, and sat upright obediently, as if to tell him that he was very well-behaved and very good, and he didn't need Yan Ming to worry.

Yan Ming smiled, stretched out his hand to touch his dragon head, and said to him, "From today onwards, your name will be Little Twelve." ”

Xiao Twelve obviously understood Yan Ming's determination to go forward with him, and a few small flames came out of his mouth happily, Yan Ming was frightened at first, but now he knew that he was happy.

"Interesting, interesting." Yan Ming smiled.

Xiao Twelve tilted his head and carefully studied Yan Ming for a while, then turned around and ran to Zhou Qi'er's corpse, rudely ripped off his clothes, put them in his mouth and handed them to Yan Ming.

Yan Ming took the broken clothes sent by Xiao Twelve, said nothing, hastily connected them together with a spell, and draped them behind him, it was really a big cloak, and he even hugged his body, and there was a hood, Yan Ming's broken hand bones were also healed, and the broken ribs seemed to be repented, and it is worth mentioning that the extra scars on his face also disappeared and became extremely smooth, only the eye was missing, but Yan Ming was already very surprised by the change in his appearance.

Yan Ming was ruthless, and used a spell to shave off a strand of fluffy hair, leaving only the bare top of his head, looking at it from a distance, it was like a boiled egg, and the demon wind blew, and it was still a little cool.

Yan Ming smiled and touched his head, and when he looked down, he saw the red blood that had just spread all over the ground, and his reflection was clearly visible in it, and he could be used as a mirror at this moment, just right.

Yan Ming was surprised to find that his appearance was completely new, better than before, with a towering nose bridge, two curved sword eyebrows, although it was one-eyed, but the peach blossom eyes were bright, and he was more like a noble god when he shaved off his hair, which really made him admire.

Yan Ming slowly brushed his face with one hand, recalling the hundred years when his life was worse than death, bit by bit, vividly.

When it touched the corner of his lips, he stopped what he was doing.

His eyes suddenly became sharp: "Little Twelve, you say, should the great revenge be avenged?" ”

Little Twelve leaned aside as if he didn't understand, and hummed softly twice.

Yan Ming doted on his dragon head and shook it a few times, and said jokingly: "Also, ask what you do, after so many things, I am satisfied." ”

Little Twelve shouted at the sky again.

Yan Ming straightened his face, put on his hood, jumped up, and rode on Little Twelve's back.

Yan Ming lay next to Xiao Twelve's ear and said something, and Xiao Twelve shook his head, spread his wings, and soared into the sky.