"What? Now I know that I feel sorry for him? Meiqing unceremoniously pressed her down, opened the plaster in her hand, and Yan He struggled, "You go away, I don't need you to apply medicine to me!" ”

"I'm not him, but I won't pity the jade." Charm clipped her hand behind her back and smiled, "What a fierce horse." It's really hard to tame. ”

"You! Loosen! She tried to escape from her shackles, and Mei Qing applied the medicine to her back and said, "Don't struggle, I'm also very busy, if it weren't for seeing that the magic dragon has never asked for anyone else's sake, I wouldn't have come to give you this little fierce medicine!" ”

Yan He's struggle stopped, "Didn't you just say that he knelt down and begged you?" ”

Charm "......"

"What? Do you care about him? ”

Yan He was stunned, and spit out a word stiffly.

Mei Qing tilted her head and said, "Since you don't care, then whether he kneels and begs me, has nothing to do with you, right?" ”

Yan He was speechless for a while.

"So you just shut up for me and take the medicine honestly." The charm looked at her and stopped struggling, a strange light flashed under her eyes, and the charm dragon was a very boring man under her eyes, except for a tall and eye-catching figure, and a pupil that was so wooden that nothing could be reflected, it was a wood.

It wasn't until the appearance of this little girl, this wood, who had always been silent to others, that after being appointed by his master to take care of the girl, he stumbled and carefully tried to do things to the best of his ability, and she saw the gentle side behind this wood for the first time.

He protected the little girl on his shoulder, as if she were a fragile glass, and like a kitten that was always fried.

She can really feel that when the phantom dragon is taking care of her, the mode of getting along between them is very interesting, this fried kitten always wants to scratch him, he likes to find fault when he has nothing to do, and desperately wants to exhaust the phantom dragon's patience, but the phantom dragon's patience also makes her throw herself to the ground, and he has never had a trace of dissatisfaction when he is about to be stepped on under his feet.

These two have really become a landscape for the Phantom Clan.

The existence of a noisy little girl who refuses to admit defeat is quite complicated.

She patted the child's shoulder as if she had finished her career, and said, "All I can do is go here, you can take care of your injuries!" ”

She said that after putting the bottle aside, she walked outside and closed the door, and then smiled with a hint of a smile, "I have done what you asked me to do, and the price is that I want the wooden dragon ball on you." ”

The charm dragon still had a lifeless wooden face, and without any expression, he took off the beads around his neck and handed them over, and the charm flipped the beads in his hand and sneered, "You actually gave me this thing, have you forgotten your hatred?" ”

A cold light suddenly came out of the lifeless eyes of the Phantom Dragon: "Of course I haven't forgotten!" I will never forget! ”

Charm sneered.

Antiquity,

The four seas and eight wildernesses have experienced great shocks. Six hundred years ago, the war between the gods and demons officially kicked off the territorial battle called justice, and the ancient god of justice, Zhu Rong, led the four guardian gods to attack the royal city as far as the eye could see. Everywhere they went, lives were devastated.

He was nothing more than an ordinary kid in Elven King City. The territory of his own people continued to shrink, and in the end, he could only rely on the fortress built by the Gonggong to confront the huge Zhurong army.

And the power of co-labor has made many people attached to it, and he has taken them all under his command without discrimination, and a steady stream of refugees have crowded over.

There were only a few dozen fortresses left on the Pangu Continent, and the survivors were all cowering inside, not daring to fight Zhu Rong easily.

The situation on other continents is not optimistic, the Pangea Continent is almost completely occupied, Zhurong has captured nearly forty percent of the world's human beings, built a secret hall and a pillar of ascension for them, and vainly wants to conquer the Pangea Continent in one fell swoop. Construction has already begun on five of the six Optimus Primes, spread across the heartlands of five continents.

There are countless people of all ethnic groups here. Each of them had a blank expression, as if they were a walking corpse with a soul deprived, regardless of men, women, young and old, carrying heavy objects on their shoulders and marching towards the black area in the middle, Optimus Prime. The black tower, which had to be made of blood and bones, slowly built its foundations in the midst of the great earthquake.

Most of the land on the five continents has been turned into wasteland, and in the empty cities at the end, there is a dead silence, and occasionally Zhu Rong's criminal patrol messengers rush by, constantly searching for the wanderers who are still stranded in the major regions. They call the people who did not escape into the fortress of the Gonggong in time and were not captured by Zhu Rong as wanderers.

As a group of troops passed through Muzhou, they saw a figure disappearing into the black alley in front of them. The leader smiled coldly, waved his hand and signaled the twelve people behind him to disperse, scattering towards the position of the figure, while he himself walked over unhurriedly.

At the mouth of that alley, the footprints on the ground were fresh and panicked. It seemed that he had discovered them, and the team leader picked up the dust on the ground and followed the footprints step by step into a dead end.

The ragged middle-aged man in front of him was holding a bag in his arms, and the food he was holding in his arms fell to the ground with a thud because of trembling. He didn't dare to pick it up, but curled up, trembling step by step and retreating into the corner. The innermost part of the alley was sealed by a wall, and three men squatting on the wall—uniformly black robes and hoods—were looking at him condescendingly.

The team leader picked up the dusty food on the ground, which was a little moldy.

"Trash?" The leader's eyes were cold and arrogant, and he bent over and squinted at the man.

The man looked down at him, huddled in the corner and trembling in his arms, clutching the remaining food in his arms.

"Oh, there's still someone at home." The leader handed the moldy food in his hand to the man, and he shrank back, the bag hitting his head and wiping his forehead hanging crookedly on his face.

"Hmph." The team leader snorted coldly in a low voice, stuffed the food in his hand into the bag, and straightened the forehead on the man's forehead by the way.

At this time, one

A patrol envoy in a black robe bowed slightly and walked to the leader's side, and whispered, "My lord, I found it." ”

At that moment, the bag in the man's arms slid to the ground, and the shriveled fruit bones rolled to the ground.

The leader glanced at the man again, and the arrogance broke his heart. I saw the man bounce up from the ground and pounce on the leader in front of him. At this moment, the three black-robed patrol envoys squatting on the wall jumped down together and pinned the man to the ground, making him unable to move. The man could only wail in mourning, but he could no longer say a word.

At the moment when the leader walked out of the alley with another black-robed patrol envoy, the man bit the corner of his mouth and screamed, "Run away!" ”

In a dimly lit tent in the cold jungle of flesh and blood, a woman standing by the tent suddenly felt a tense in her heart, and she seemed to hear a familiar voice. She lifted the corner of the curtain and saw six men in black robes neatly lined up under the tree.

The woman immediately realized that her husband would never come back. The woman breathed rapidly, her chest fluttering violently with her breathing, and she glanced back at her son, who was only thirteen years old and was already close to her height. She stepped forward and hugged her son tightly in her arms, tears falling into his neckline in large gulps.

"Little Dragon, hide in your father's collection room, and don't come out if you hear any sound, quick." The woman stroked the dragon's head, unwilling to be separated from her son for a moment, but she had to. "I love you, my child, and my father and I love you immensely." The woman let go of her hand and gave it a gentle push.

Her son, Xiaolong, was skinny due to long-term malnutrition, and the skin on his face was very dry.

Xiaolong glanced at his mother, and walked upstairs without looking back, he tried not to make a sound, since the day Mu Zhou was purged, he had begun to be sensible. On that day, his father asked his mother to take him and the others to flee to the nearest fortress of the Gonggong, while his father guarded the antiques he had worked so hard to collect. The people of the Soul Suppression House were already standing outside the tent, but the mother was reluctant to leave, she was reluctant to let her father go.

They shoehorned their son into them, and they wanted to keep him no matter what. However, the fleeing team was attacked by Zhu Rong on the way, and Uncle Yang, who was seated with Xiaolong, crushed him under him at the most critical moment, and pierced his throat with protruding steel, causing an unexpected illusion and drenching Xiaolong with blood. Uncle Yang's last miserable smile before his death was deeply imprinted in Xiaolong's heart, and he was not tall at that time, and he barely escaped the catastrophe. But he heard the desperate cries of the people, and the sound went straight to the soul.

It was late at night that he crawled out of the pile of dead men and looked at the endless road, the blood-drenched avenue, littered with corpses. This is his way home.

The woman smiled with relief as she watched her son disappear, and then she stared angrily at the people outside, where her nightmare was standing.

The woman quickly pushed everything she could move in the house against the door, and then hid in the back kitchen, she

Picking up the boning knife to protect his chest, he curled up in the corner below, shivering. However, it occurred to her that what if they found out about their son first? The woman listened in horror to the sound of the door banging outside.

The woman remembered that night, when the sky was full of stars, the little dragon appeared at the door, his whole body was piercing blood red, and the shoes on his feet were completely worn out. Xiaolong entered the house and only said, "I'm back." Then he walked into the room without saying a word, and cried bitterly inside.

They must not be allowed to find their son. Thinking of this, the woman turned back. But at this moment, several black-robed people jumped in one by one and moved away from the furniture against the door.

The woman rushed forward desperately, but a black-robed man knocked out the boning knife in her hand, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the ground.

The door was opened, and the leader of the black-robed patrol messenger walked in, looked at the woman who fell to the ground, and sneered, "Take it away." ”

(End of chapter)

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