Who can refuse their daughter's coquettishness?

That's right, Bao Qiyue inexplicably had the illusion that the dragon was his daughter!

"Okay." Bao Qiyue agreed.

It's better to raise a son and a daughter.

Yu Xinglang wondered if he was sick and had a problem with his ears, how many times he had made such a request, but Bao Qiyue refused!

Now, yes?

"Bustard, am I hallucinating?" Yu Xinglang asked.

Bao Qiyue glanced at him, and then took the medical record to the doctor.

Bao Qiyue ignored Yu Xinglang, and Yu Xinglang couldn't help but have a thought: Could the old bustard be in love with the dragon?

, the old bustard is such a beast? Yu Xinglang was upset.

"What do you think of the bustard?" Yu Xinglang looked at Long Xiaoxiao.

"Brother Yue is a good person." Long Xiaoxiao said with a smile.

It's over, Long Xiaoxiao may also take a fancy to Bao Qiyue!

"Brother Yue is a good person, but he is not as good-looking as you, don't worry." Long Xiaoxiao leaned into Yu Xinglang's ear, smiling like a flower.

That pale and handsome face turned red when he brushed the ground.

Yu Xinglang immediately covered his head and didn't let anyone see him blushing.

"What is Brother Lang doing? Brother Yue promised to cook for him, and he smiled happily? Fang Xiaojiang said.

Xia Hailei nodded: "Yes, definitely." ”

Long Xiaoxiao retorted: "It's not! ”

Xinglang is just shy.

Hmph, it has nothing to do with Brother Yue.

Thinking of the 40-meter big knife, the two little assistants hurriedly said without thinking about it: "You're right." ”

Yu Xinglang covered himself in the quilt, listened to their conversation, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Yu Xinglang dreamed that he was in an ancient battlefield, and the two sides were fighting heartily on the battlefield.

In front of him was a young general, his robes already stained red with blood, and no amount of enemies could stop him.

Yu Xinglang wanted to retreat, but found that he had a handful of Xiao in his hand.

Yu Xinglang suddenly had a strange thought, he was here to stop this young general, this young general was caught in the formation and needed his rescue.

Yu Xinglang instinctively blew Xiao in his hand, and the crisp sound of the flute like a dragon's chant cut through the tragedy of the fight, sometimes like a spring water, sometimes like a pine wave, melodious, like a spring breeze......

When the young general, who had already lost his mind and carried away, heard the sound of the flute, the movements of his hands slowed down, his bloodthirsty eyes appeared confused, and the sword he stabbed out fell off.

Immediately afterwards, the young general seemed to be pierced by a magic sound, and rolled on the ground with his head in pain.

Yu Xinglang was stunned, but he intuitively felt that he couldn't stop.

However, after a few painful struggles, the young general's body actually emitted bursts of scarlet light.

Yu Xinglang faintly felt that the red light was resisting his flute sound, and the power was not great, but Yu Xinglang's flute sound could no longer have any effect on the young man.

And those menacing thousands of troops and horses gradually disappeared.

In front of Yu Xinglang, it became an endless Gobi with no grass.

The scorching sun was in the sky, as if it was going to dry them.

Yu Xinglang put away the purple flute and walked quickly to Murong Yunyi and squatted down.

The young general was still holding his head, motionless.

Yu Xinglang was shocked and hurriedly walked over.

As a result, the young general suddenly got up, and at some point there was an extra dagger in his hand, and stabbed Yu Xinglang's heart fiercely.

Yu Xinglang woke up suddenly and sat up suddenly, but the clothes on his body were already soaked with cold sweat.

The dream was so vivid, it was as if he had really experienced it.