The withered leaves in autumn are only to set off the abundant fruits, the insignificance of the stars is only to highlight the vastness of the moon, the green leaves are naturally matched with red flowers, the sky must be under the vicissitudes of the sea, the beautiful jade must be carved, the mermaids must be born with fish tails, and the class must be pets...... And Tenglong, there must be anger!

Why are you angry, and how can you get angry?

Look at the murderous and hideous face, you look at the sharp and powerful claws with distinct bones, you look at the madness that swallows mountains and lakes with empty eyes, stepping on Pixiu, and being entangled in thousands of wind and clouds; and then you look at the fierce momentum that wants to pull out the tail of the mountains and lakes!

The pure black dragon, its eyes, stared at the temple on the left, its claws seemed to sink into the flesh of the inky cream down to the marrow, its body hovering over his tough back, its tail firmly embedded in his thighs.

What kind of mother is qualified to carry it? Naturally, it is a body that can perfectly display its anger and arrogance!

The thick and broad chest carries the weight of the dragon's head, the straight and powerful back muscles show the manic meaning of the dragon, and the slender and sturdy legs, under the constraints of the dragon's tail, look helpless and unwilling, but it reflects the pride of the dragon!

Master Jiang held a Xiuzhen knife as thin as a cicada's wing, while sighing and admiring his masterpiece.

Everything was too perfect, and it was just a matter of adding to it, the anger that was so vivid...... Perhaps, on the day when the great work is done, the dragon of his pen will really soar into the air and stir up the storm, and its anger may be enough to destroy the world!

Master Jiang was extremely excited, and the hand holding the knife began to tremble a little.

As his knife pressed against Inkfrost's solid back, he took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down. If you don't pay attention, I'm afraid that your efforts will be wasted.

Feeling the partial coldness on his back, Mo Shuang's frightened expression became even stronger: "You...... What do you want to do!"

As soon as the words came out, a cold pain suddenly felt in his back, and the sharp blade dedicated to carving cut through the skin of the ink frost, outlining the scales of the first angry dragon on his body.

"Hmm......" was caught off guard, making Ink Cream unprepared, and after a sound came out, he finally endured it.

Master Jiang pressed the back of the ink cream with one hand, and carefully carved each line with a knife with the other, his eyes were very close, as if he was afraid of seeing any details wrong.

There was silence again, and there was nothing but the sound of breathing.

In this way, the scales are carved one by one, and the thin lines are carved one by one. It took two weeks just to copy this diagram with a knife.

Master Jiang is very satisfied with the mother's cooperation: he does not say a word or move. looked at each other's eyes with a little more praise and pity.

However, compared to the calm and silent appearance of the cave, it was the flesh and blood of the ink. On the back of the right chest, there is no one intact, and the inner and outer thighs swept by the dragon's tail are also dripping with blood.

When the last stroke was over, Master Jiang left with an extremely tired expression, and the ink frost who was alone in the cave opened his forbearant and deep eyes. Looking at his right chest and left thigh, feeling the burning pain of his whole body, he finally couldn't help but moan, his leg involuntarily wanted to step forward to avoid rubbing the wound, but the strength was not enough, the toe of his left leg was only a little bit, and a sharp pain mixed with weakness hit endlessly.

"Ah......h

The hands grasped the iron chain in a panic like grasping a life-saving straw, and the iron chain collided with each other at the moment of shaking, making a jingling sound that was not pleasant to the ear but not unpleasant. Sweat mixed with blood and became a stream on the ground.

"How long is it yet...... How long will it take to torture me?"

Ink Frost is looking forward to the end of this meeting. At the same time, Huai Xuan's betrayal was also lingering in his mind.

When the sound of chains clashing died down, Ink Frost regained her feet. A strange laugh squeezed out of his throat.

Gradually, this laughter was amplified: "Hahahahahaha...... Ahahahahaha......ha

A day later, Master Jiang came to Ink Frost on time as usual, glanced at Ink Frost who was not looking, and did not say anything.

He picked up a handful of Juanxiu small tools with sharpened ends and some depressions in the middle like a small shovel, aimed at the dragon scales that had been cut a few days ago and shoveled them down.

Suddenly, a terrible howl echoed in the cave.

After the spatula is embedded in the dragon scales, it slowly turns upwards; after that, the master dips all kinds of water and glue, and carefully rubs the front and back of the scales; after wiping, he takes out the small spatula and uses a delicate small mold to jam it on the turned flesh to fix it......

In just a few steps, it took the master a cup of tea to complete a piece of dragon scales.

And Ink Cream was in great pain, but stubbornly chose to resist the pain. After the storm, he just gritted his teeth and endured it, sweat dripping down, and the fingers of both hands tightly clasped the iron chain hanging from his arm, and his fingers almost fell into his palm. He breathed heavily, his chest rose and fell violently with his rapid breathing, the muscles in his back were tightly tensed, and the green tendons bulged out under his flesh.

"That's it...... That's it!That's it!" Under the extreme pain of the ink cream, the half-old man behind him suddenly became excited. Trembling fingers, touching the black dragon.

Anger! The anger he wanted! This black dragon actually "lived" in advance before it was finished!

Looking at the sleepy dragon who was about to get out of his back and go straight to the sky, Master Jiang was excited, swept away the fatigue of the past, and immediately stepped forward again, making persistent efforts.

"Ahh......h

As the blade swung faster and faster, the number of depictions increased, the ink frost could no longer bear it, the muscles of the whole body began to twitch uncontrollably, the sweat had already soaked itself, and it seemed to be covered with a layer of oil in the firelight, the chest rose and fell rapidly with heavy gasps, the abdomen was sometimes contracted and sometimes stretched, and under the rough impact of the blade behind him, the slender legs stepped forward and backward, but there was no strength, and finally pulled the heavy iron chain that bound him and crackled.

The whole picture looks so obscene.

"Don't ...... Don't ...... "After a few days, the iron-beaten man will finally have a time to lie down."

When the sharp carving reached the waist, the man who had never shown weakness in the past finally couldn't stand it.

"Don't ...... anymore Don't ...... again Carve...... Engraved ...... I ......" broken words, with a low hoarseness, emanating from dry lips.

If Ink Cream could see her back at this moment, I wonder if she would be scared and fainted.

At this moment, the back above the waist pole is like countless small flowers, standing in patches and layers. The dark black edges, the lighter scales and the bright red tender meat under the scales, densely arranged, orderly and chaotic, and the opening angle of each scale, due to the relationship between the mold card shape, are so uniform.

"Shhhh......h

Who would listen to an object begging for mercy?!

It's been a week or two, or a month or two, or a year or two? Maybe maybe even centuries?

Who cares?

From the initial forbearance to the later begging for mercy, from the later begging for mercy to the next sobbing, then to countless fainting and fainting, and then to the current ...... Numbness......

Yes, numbness......

When extreme pain is continuously inflicted on oneself, the final result is not to be painfully killed, but to become a habit, which is really unimaginable.

The three-dimensional pictures of his chest, back, and hips like cornices, Ink Cream only felt like a mutated hedgehog, and there was no smooth and flexible skin, only pieces of flesh that flew up inexplicably.

Master Jiang was half-kneeling under Ink Frost at the moment, and Ink Frost's slender and sturdy left leg was framed by a low shelf.

It's not about doing anything fussy, it's about finishing the final engraving.

When the last piece of tender meat on the inner thigh was turned up and shaped on the expressionless ink cream, Master Jiang let out a long breath, and then, leaning against the wall, admired his pinnacle work.

Under this indifference, under the scrutiny of the scorching gaze, Ink Frost just stared blankly at the brick in front of him who didn't know how long he had been staring, and between the bricks, a weak grass grew new.

No one knows when this little grass broke through the bricks, except for him.

"You rest for a few weeks, I think you're running out of food. Just waiting for the dragon diagram to be completely finalized. The man who came in front of him at some point suddenly spoke, and his voice was fluttering, like a ghost.

Ink Frost still looked at the brick, the grass growing in the cracks.

Spring is always recognized as the best season, and even in this poor little village, there are warblers singing and swallowing swallows, and they are full of life. However, in this leisurely and sleepy season when everyone was busy planting, picking flowers, and playing, there was a family that could not be quiet for a moment.

"Three brothers in the backyard have been killed!" a servant panicked and ran to the door of King Forde's bedroom, shouting through the door.

The man in the house was still holding the beauty, soaking in the gentle countryside, and was startled by the people outside. King Fude's impatient voice rang out from the room, "That little crumb again?!"

"It's him. The servant was also a little annoyed.

"My lord, why don't you kill that scrap...... Wouldn't it save you so much trouble if you killed it early?" a sweet female voice sounded in the quilt next to the man, and then, a pair of soft, boneless arms wrapped around the man's strong chest like a snake.

"Well, you think I don't want to? I haven't slept a good night's sleep since last year!" said King Fud, frowning hatefully.

If you are not careful, they will set a fire, and if you are not careful, they will kill a few of you. The woman's soft breasts pressed against her. The man hugged her and sighed, "Every Tao has its own rules, and what I, King Fu, is doing is this pet-friendly business, so I can't break the rules!"

"Oh?" the bewitching woman's hand became restless: "What rule?"

The man grabbed the woman's hand and said, "That class, with a silver medal." There is a rule in the hunter industry, there is no one above the silver medal, that is, the class with the silver medal and the merman and other races have become pets and cannot move. Unless the owner has not heard from him after three years or has voluntarily discarded it, he can do it. ”

"Won't you send someone to kill you? just under a pretense or something, as long as you can get away with it. The woman said again.

The man shook his head and said to the servant outside the door: "Send me more men and place a net of heaven and earth!" Catch and lock it up!" before he said to the woman: "I have already considered what you said, but he has been wandering around me since he did not go far." It's been so long now, and if I accidentally die one day, I'll be arrested and tortured by the entire association!"

"Hmph, what a rule. The woman pursed her mouth.

"Now that there are fewer and fewer of these things, the association doesn't want to run out of business in the future, so it needs to implement some protection to avoid extinction. I don't hurt him, but I can catch him. But the speed of the class is too fast, unless he can get trapped, or can find a way to drain his stamina, otherwise...... It's hard to catch. ”