"Young, you must remember, no matter what happens, you must live well, don't give up easily, the dragon clan depends on you." The remnant soul of the old dragon king is becoming more and more transparent.

Long Xiaoxiao's nose was sore, and he tried desperately to catch the old dragon king, but in vain.

"I'm dying, my father is leaving! Everything in heaven and earth has its own rules, don't go against the sky and try to resurrect your father, that is a catastrophe for this world. The mission of the dragons is to protect humanity, you must remember it. ”

After the old dragon king said this, he disappeared from the dragon's face.

The dragon struggled to grasp the air, unable to grasp anything.

"Father, father......" Long Xiaoxiao collapsed suddenly, fell on the bed, and tears rained down.

She missed her father so much, and she thought about her brothers, who were often mischievous but very protective of her, but they were gone......

Long Xiaoxiao covered the quilt and cried: "Father, brother, why did you all leave me?" ”

"Woo woo woo ......"

The overly sad dragon died and unconsciously recovered his true body, curled up on the bed, his golden eyes filled with this layer of mist.

Yu Xinglang outside the hall suddenly heard the sound of someone crying, he was creepy at first, but soon found that the crying still wanted to come from Long Xiao's room.

His heart suddenly tightened, and he strode towards the room where the dragon was dying, and just as the door was not locked, he rushed in directly.

Yu Xinglang stood at the door in a daze, looking at the golden true dragon curled up on the big bed, the dragon scales glowed with a beautiful luster, and the momentum was majestic.

After a while, he came back to his senses from the shock and muttered, "Young? ”

Long Xiaoxiao heard Yu Xinglang's voice and turned his head to look at him coyly.

The tearful golden eyes were so gentle that Yu Xinglang forgot to be afraid.

He stared blankly at the obviously sad dragon, and involuntarily stepped forward to stand by the bed, and reached out to touch the dragon's dying face.

The cold touch came, which made Yu Xinglang sober up instantly.

He and the dragon stared at each other.

The dragon suddenly remembered that he had revealed his true body, and suddenly turned into a human form.

Maybe the transformation was too hasty, the eyes didn't change back, and the golden pupils were amazingly beautiful.

Long Xiaoxiao suddenly became shy, as if she was seen a little secret, she quickly got into the bed, and she said sullenly: "Xinglang, you go out first, you haven't seen anything." ”

At that moment, Yu Xinglang's heartstrings suddenly seemed to be plucked by something, and they throbbed.

He looked at the bulging quilt and had no intention of leaving.

Long Xiaoxiao hid in the bed for a long time, and did not wait for Yu Xinglang to leave.

She lifted the quilt angrily: "Can't you respect the dragon?" Don't think you can do whatever you want if you're good-looking! ”

Yu Xinglang looked at her fierce milk, and his heart was so soft.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, took out two tissues from the bedside table, and gently wiped away the tears on Long Xiaoyao's face: "Eyes into the sand? So many tears? ”

Long Xiaoxiao was stunned.

She was used to Yu Xinglang's resistance to her approaching, Yu Xinglang took the initiative for the first time, but she was not used to it.

"Yu Xinglang, what are you doing?" Long Xiaoyao couldn't hide his emotions, "Don't you hate me?" ”

Yu Xinglang's movements were paused, and he was a little uncomfortable: "I don't hate you, it's just that I've never been used to being too close, what's wrong with you?" ”

Yu Xinglang bluntly changed the subject.

As soon as Long Xiaoyao was asked by him, he began to be aggrieved again.