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The Red Flame Skull Dog is what the Troll Dog has become now, and it can only be called that.

Red flames, illuminating their surprised faces red, distorted and stiff, even revealing helplessness and confusion, this is a temporary view and attitude towards life.

They don't usually do this, and they don't do it at the moment of life and death, but this time the moment of life and death is different from the past, how different it is, and it is difficult to describe, or, for people who have not experienced this kind of psychological process, it is difficult to understand.

No one would appreciate such an expression, not even from it—from its burning eye sockets, there was a cold fierce light or a soul-scorching light!

It didn't last long, and it swooped out again - this time at a great speed, the flames almost sealing all of the one-eared dragon's retreat, and he was completely enveloped in the flames!!

At this moment, the adamantine plate axe of the iron bucket also struck - like a flying star - yes, with his speed, he couldn't keep up with it at all, so he had to give it a go-and, then, try another one!

Its claws were only half an inch from the one-eared dragon's eyes, but the fire was already burning, and he screamed in pain, and just then, two axes flew one after another, one over its head, and the other on its skull, knocking it away!

This plate axe, did not cut off its head, but only knocked it away, even the bones were intact, there was not a single crack, and then, it shook its head and stood up, staring at the person who sent it away, and the fierce light appeared!

Iron Bucket hurriedly walked up to the one-eared dragon, protected him, and provoked: "There is a kind of one-on-one with me, bullying the injured person, what kind of good dog is it!"

He knew that it didn't understand, and even if it did, it wouldn't listen, but it would make it feel better, at least less fearful, to scold it like this.

Without any suspense, the troll dog was enraged, roared a few times, and was about to pounce on him, when suddenly a sharp whistle sounded, echoing in the hollow space - the whistle was still echoing, and a figure floated down, accompanied by the slight sound of the cloak - although this person was not tall, he looked quite burly, probably because of the particularly wide shoulders, He has short yellow-brown hair, long yellow and long eyebrows, hanging down to his shoulders, like an old monk of a very high realm, but under the funny eyebrows, but there are a pair of round and large eyes, and the huge eyes shoot out half-flying light, so that people dare not look at it, otherwise they will be blinded immediately; on this face, his hooked nose and the sharpness it exudes are equally impressive; in his left hand is a short scimitar, as sharp as his gaze, and in his right hand is a golden hook, because his wrist has been cut off, and he is put on this weapon and prosthetic。

He floated down beside the troll dog, and instead of growling, the red flame slowly turned into a green flame (this flame did no damage to the one-eared dragon's eyes for the time being), wagging his bony tail, jumping over and licking his scythe hook!

Could it be that he is the owner of this dog?

The iron bucket pointed at him and looked at the one-eared dragon, and he was speechless with excitement! Instead, he took the lead and smiled at the one-eared dragon: "Senior brother, I haven't seen you for many years, are you okay?"

The one-eared dragon is not good, his eyes have turned red, his fierce eyes have turned into grinning, he is screaming lowly, the green tendons on his temples and forehead are bursting up, and the muscles of his whole body are trembling, like a vampire who has seen blood one by one!

Seeing that his blood was wrong, the iron bucket thought that he was too excited, so he tore off the century-old cloth on his body, bandaged the wound on his left arm, and said, "It's going to be fine, he's here!"

The one-eared dragon didn't seem to hear, just stared at the man, and the light in his eyes shot out like a line of flying needles, and it was a flying needle with a flame!

Whoever stroked this troll dog - that green flame couldn't hurt him - but shook his head at the one-eared dragon and laughed: "What's the matter, I haven't seen you for many years, junior brother, your kung fu has regressed, and you can't even kill such a puppy......"

The one-eared dragon remained silent.

He continued: "This pet is called the Troll Dog, the son of Cerberus, from Hell, who was subdued by Gonggong Ye a year ago, and guarded this terrifying dragon cave for him...... It also has a name, it's called 'Immortal Dog', and it's no wonder that you can't kill it, and you have lost a ......."

He sighed at the severed arm.

The one-eared dragon was still silent, and a drop of sweat cut down his forehead like blood, and broke between his eyes, making a "snort" sound, as if it had been evaporated—the burning eyes!

The man stroked the skull of the troll dog, touched its teeth, and laughed again, "You can't even kill it, so what are you talking about revenge?"

Iron Bucket listened to him and knew that they knew each other, and it was a brother-in-law relationship, but he didn't have a clue whether this relationship was good or bad, he just felt that this monologue was a little strange, and then looked at the person who brought him here.

"Alright then, I'll help you!" it said to the dog, but it was actually for the one-eared dragon to listen, because when the latter heard it, the muscles of his whole body throbbed violently, and he was about to touch it!

The man took a bone from his waist, a very special bone—it glowed, like the smell of love, and nothing else.

The troll dog took it in its mouth and licked it happily, its tail swinging like a tongue of fire!

Its pleasure soon turned into a wail, and then a roar, and his bones slowly blackened from teeth to tail, and he staggered a few steps, and the fire on his body grew smaller, and then the bones on his body, piece by piece, fell down into a pile of bones, a pair of burning bones!

The man pulled out the glowing bone and said, "This is called a divine bone, it is not poisonous, but it is highly poisonous to this demon dog......

"You don't need to explain—the Night Knife!" the one-eared dragon finally came out of the suppression of anger, only temporarily, and then the eyes were fixed on the other again.

Nightknife smiled: "I thought you were deaf or dumb, but you can still speak~~~~~"

The one-eared dragon said, "What are you doing here?"

"Of course I saved you!" Night Knife laughed, "It's funny, am I here to die?!" he said, almost breathlessly laughing.

The one-eared dragon gritted his teeth and said, "Have you forgotten that we have a deep blood feud?"

Night Knife smiled: "Forget it, with your current ......"

"I haven't tried it, how do you know?" the one-eared dragon trembled slightly, and stood up against the rock wall.

"Do you really want to die?"

"I don't want to, I just want his revenge!"

"I'm afraid of missing the opportunity, I may have to wait ten years!"

"Alive, there will always be a chance!" said the Night Knife, "What's more, you forgot, the most important thing now is not revenge, but the dragon bone bead!"

The one-eared dragon said, "How do you know?"

"The people who come in here all have the same purpose!"

"What about you?

"I'm different. ”

"What's the difference?"

"Didn't I say it, I'm here to save you. ”

Of course, the one-eared dragon knew that he couldn't even pinch an ant to death now, so how could he take revenge? And what the night knife said was also reasonable, now was not the time to think about it.

The one-eared dragon gritted his teeth and said, "Then you go!"

Night Knife said: "I'm not leaving!"

"Didn't you already save me?"

"Yes!"

"Then you're not leaving?"

"It's not me who goes, it's you—"

"Why?"

Night Knife laughed and was silent for a while, pointing to the pile of burning Oh Ade white bones and said, "If you don't go, you will end up with it!"

The one-eared dragon smiled: "It seems that you and I will fight, just like ten years ago!"

Night Knife stroked the scimitar and said, "Not bad!"

The one-eared dragon gritted its teeth and said, "Let me ask you one last question: Are you the guardian of the dragon bone bead?"

Night Knife sighed and said, "Yes!"