The distance between a man and a cat is less than a centimeter.

Yu Keqiu's muscles burst out, and he held back his anger: "What do you think of again?" ”

Li Ke was silent for a moment, and landed into a box very upright: "If you always kiss the cat...... It's better to buy some hair cream......"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Keqiu stretched out his hand and slapped it with a palm.

Not to mention anything else, the ability to escape is first-class.

Li Ke quickly disappeared in front of the two again, this time he really ran away without a trace.

It's just that although Li Cao has disappeared, the charming atmosphere between a person and a cat is gone.

Yu Keqiu leaned on the front of the car and let out a long sigh.

Beside him, the kitten sitting on the front of the car also sighed.

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The Adepts squatted in Baiyang Lake for two days.

In two days, the real dragon had only shown its face once, and the huge dragon head turned around and glanced around, only stopping on Yu Keqiu's body, and then sinking to the bottom again.

It was extremely fearless, and it was expected that the group of supernatural beings around it would not have the courage to dare to make a move.

After all, these sub-slings have to use submersibles to even get out of the water.

In ancient times, the demon race was much stronger than humans, especially after the first true dragon was born, almost every dynasty and every generation of true dragons were the most powerful abilities of the same period.

Although this true dragon was later transformed into this form in order to absorb the power of faith, it was also born from the faith of all nations in the beginning.

The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and no one with any power will dare to do anything to it.

Sure enough, as it imagined, no one dared to do anything to it, so it just floated out of the lake leisurely, looked at the people around it, and by the way, looked at its unmasked son, and then dived back again.

As time passed, the team of the Adepts grew stronger.

Finally, two days later, the endless snowflakes stopped.

Everything around seems to be calm, calm to the point that it feels solidified.

The surface of the lake is like a mirror, and there is not a single ripple in sight.

There was no wind, no birdsong, no fins streaked across the water.

There was a deathly silence all around.

The supernatural people laid countless barriers and enchantments, and the demon clan who came to slay the dragon together also put aside their prejudices and made arrangements with the people around them.

In the evening, the sky was clear and there was not half a cloud.

Everything around is like a painting, beautiful and not half angry.

Even the most talkative Nanshan Sword Sect among the Strangers began to gradually quiet down, waiting for the last moment to come.

Just then, the wind picked up.

The wind came from the endless vast sea and sky, carrying the smell of mortal dust and fireworks, breaking through the invisible barrier.

The leaves of the trees that had not yet fully withered began to rustle, and the withered yellow branches spread in the air.

On the calm surface of the lake, ripples rose in circles, as if countless stones had been thrown into the lake, and as if countless bubbles were pouring up from the bottom of the lake.

In the center of the lake, a small whirlpool began to form, and finally turned into an all-engulfing vortex that swept across the entire lake.

A majestic dragon roar seemed to come from above the nine heavens, shaking people's eardrums.

The black dragon slowly floated out of the lake.

It has countless scars on its body.

The true dragon is produced by faith, and in his body, the power of faith is mixed, as if it is about to disintegrate in the next second.