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The spear pierced the forelimbs of the prey, and the claws slashed through the hunter's chest. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Both sides of the body are soaked with a dark red liquid, which is the color of the blood of the dragon and the human mixture. The dragon's strong forelimbs and the hunter's sturdy forelimbs blended together, as if they were one. Noble golden eyes and bloody red eyes were opposed, like sun and flame.

Such a stained and brightly colored oil painting folded and glowed in the sun as the Messiah stopped writing.

The royal painter Fan Lundin Kunno humbly bowed down to the high Messiah: "The level of painting of adults has improved again. ”

The Messiah bowed slightly to the gray-haired old man, but did not speak, and his pale blue eyes were unwavering. She sat nobly on a high platform, and the square below knelt down with well-dressed people.

A guard in silver armor stepped forward cautiously, picked up the painting that the Messiah had just finished, and cautiously walked to the only seated old man in the scene. The old man was dressed in a bright red robe, which looked out of place with the predominantly cold-colored castle here. There is some resemblance to the colors in the painting, and the old man has a silver badge on his chest, on which is carved a lifelike rose.

The old man glanced down at the painting, and a look of surprise flashed through his eyes. The painting is not realistic, it is different from the style of Messiah's previous paintings, it has a very strong color, the forelimbs of the dragon and the human arm are mixed together, the contrast is strong but it seems strangely soft. The most conspicuous of the two unreadable faces were the pair of golden and red pupils.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is the first prophecy of an adult. The old man looked up at the Messiah and smiled slightly, "My lord, are you seeing such a picture?"

The Messiah didn't even look at the old man, her eyes always reflected the clear blue sky and the white clouds floating in the sky. Faced with the old man's question, she just replied: "That's what I see, as for how to analyze it, it's your business." ”

After speaking, she stood up and left without looking back, and the silver-helmeted guard on the side hurriedly followed. The old man looked at the back of the Messiah in the distance, sighed softly, and then waved his hand, and the people kneeling under the square receded like a tide.

Fan Lunding cautiously walked to the old man's side with a humble expression: "My lord." ”

"I've never seen a painting like her. The old man's fingers brushed the oil painting, "This is the first time." ”

"It's my first time, too, my lord. In fact, Mademoiselle never paints such paintings, and the style of Mademoiselle's paintings is very realistic. Van Lunding was also a little puzzled, "But this painting is very good, and it seems that the young lady has also practiced a lot of paintings in this style." ”

"Not necessarily. The old man said softly, "Do you know Van Lunding? The previous one's painting was so bad that even the children who painted graffiti on the streets were better than her." But she painted Mussolini, the most realistic Mussolini. ”

Van Lunding was stunned, then realized that he had heard something he shouldn't have heard, and hurriedly buried his head lower, as if to humble himself into the dirt: "My lord, this forbidden thing-"

"It's not a taboo, it's just a scar in the hall. The old man shook his head slightly, and at the same time spread the Messiah painting on the table, "That one just took all the blame for the hall, in fact, she did a good job, otherwise, we would probably lose so many warriors again, and still don't know what the Dragon Emperor Mussolini was like." ”

The old man paused, and then focused his gaze on the pair of red eyes: "Do you know that Van Lunding's golden eyes belong to all the dragons, and these red eyes belong to Mussolini. ”

After speaking, he stood up and patted Van Lundin's trembling shoulder: "Get up, I'm not a bishop." I'm just now, the poor boy's grandfather, putting the picture away, and not announcing what she had prophesied for the first time. ”

The old man raised his head and looked at the clear blue sky and floating white clouds, his eyes cloudy to the bottom: "The hall is not able to bear it for the time being, Mussolini's return." ”

After that, the old man seemed to remember something, and chuckled: "She is still a child who has not grown up after all." ”

......

"Poof. ”

Ian spat out a mouthful of blood, and since he had his back to Nicole, Nicole hadn't seen that Ian's pupils had turned completely red. His whole body hurts now, and the dragon's body is so hard that Ian can't stand it if he touches it vigorously.

Thankfully, his spear could do damage to the dragon, and he had already stabbed the dragon twice. It's just that this kind of fight has no technical content at all, the speed of this dragon is already slowed down I don't know how many times, according to Nicole, so much special honey, the paralyzing effect is enough to spread to every corner of its nerves.

Ian believed that if Rudo was here, he would probably be able to kill it in a few encounters, but he was not Rudo yet, and he could only consume the dragon little by little.

So he rushed up again, and with all his might, slammed it directly into the dragon's head. He believed that, judging by the dragon's previous reaction, it would not be able to dodge this blow, and if nothing else, he could kill the dragon that should have died a long time ago.

However, the accident still happened, and the dragon's head quickly deflected, avoiding Ian's fatal blow. So much so that Ian, who couldn't recover his strength, directly inserted the spear into the soil, and then the whole person froze: "I'll go, how can you still be fast?"

The dragon arched its head and flew Ian straight away.

Ian fell a few meters away, his abdomen already hurting, and now it hurts even more. Seeing this scene, Nicole in the distance suddenly remembered something, and shouted, "Ian! The effect of the special honey may be slowly wearing! It is slowly regaining its strength!"

"Isn't it?!" Ian's face suddenly fell, "Why so fast?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it's probably the reason for the dragon bloodline. Nicole's face was very ugly, "It stands to reason that such a large amount of special honey is enough to paralyze a blind bear for an entire day." But this dragon is indeed regaining its strength, yes, it can only be the cause of dragon blood. ”

Before Ian could speak, he suddenly felt the earth tremble, and it turned out to be a dragon that jumped up and swooped down on him. Fortunately, the speed was not very fast, and it was not as difficult to catch as the black whirlwind before, and Ian still barely avoided it.

But it also confirms what Nicole says, and the dragon is slowly regaining its strength. I'm afraid it won't be long before it returns to its previous state, even if it's only half as fast as before, and it's not something Ian can handle.

Ian looked at the dragon that had once again taken on an attacking stance, and couldn't help but feel anxious.