Murong Zhen didn't know Murong Li's identity, he squandered the blood of his heart while laughing wildly, "Underestimate you? Yes, I forgot that you are also the emperor's son, and you are also a dragon. ”

He stared at Murong Li with disdain, "But so what? This king is forty-eight this year, and you are only fourteen years old, how can this dragon be compared to a toothless little milk dragon like you? As long as this king is here, these eleven Yuanchen will only stand beside me, an old and fierce dragon! ”

Murong Li smiled and said nothing.

His gaze slowly swept over the eleven well-preserved and undecaying bones, and he shook his head when he saw that the black souls above their heads had roared wildly to rush over and tear him to pieces.

These dead people are also victims, they died in the hands of Murong Zhen, but they have to be subject to Murong Zhen to help this enemy fight against good people, if they recover their senses, I am afraid that they will also be in extreme pain, right?

In that case, he snatched the bones so that they would not help in the abuse.

When the matter here is resolved, he can also overtake them well, so that they can have a good rebirth in the next life.

Thinking of this, he slowly released his true qi in Murong Zhen's rampant laughter.

Not only that, but he also carefully handed Meow Seventeen to She Changsheng to hold, while he himself took off his coat and threw it aside, raised his hand to dig a hole in the fabric in front of his heart, and broke the piece of fabric on his back, revealing his backbone and heart.

As for why he dug a hole instead of taking off his clothes......

He glanced sideways at Meow Seventeen, and thought to himself, there are eleven female goblins here, even if it is a soul, he must protect his body well, and he can't take off his clothes at will for others to see.

And under his clothes with a few holes exposed, patches of brilliant golden dragon scales reflected the candlelight, and there was an ancient and mysterious aura that slowly emanated from the scales into the air.

The moment the dragon scales were exposed, the eleven bones burning with battle intent suddenly froze.

They were under the control of Murong Zhen at this time, they didn't have their own reason, but they didn't know what was going on, they felt as if they were standing in the wrong place, and the ancient and mysterious aura was luring them towards the opposite side.

They stared at Murong Li in unison, and took the first step in unison.

"What's that...... Murong Li, what is on you! ”

Murong Zhen was triumphantly reciting the mantra and preparing to let his eleven warriors tear Murong Li to pieces, but he was shocked when he suddenly found that his warriors had the intention of leaving him and betraying him!

He opened his eyes abruptly and looked at Murong Li, and when he saw the scales that appeared under the hole at Murong Li's centrifugal mouth, his pupils suddenly constricted!

Looking up at Murong Li's face in disbelief, he asked loudly, "How can there be scales on your body!" What scales is that! ”

Murong Li glanced down at the scales that densely protected his heart at the mouth of his heart, and smiled at Murong Zhen, "Uncle Wang can't believe it, he should have guessed it." ”

He hooked his lips and glanced at the eleven corpses in front of Murong Zhen, "Even if Uncle Wang is stupid and can't guess it, then, if you look at you warriors, you should be able to guess it." ”

Murong Li's face turned pale, "No...... No way! ”

Is it dragon scales?

How is this possible, how can Murong Li, an abandoned son who is disgusted by everyone, have a true dragon bloodline?