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The dragon shook its body, the despair that had previously bound it and now charred fell. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info It crawled out of the trap little by little with its forelimbs that were burned to the point of being bone-seeing, and the most severely burned head looked even more terrifying.

Ian didn't know what expression to make. In this short half a day, he experienced great sorrow and joy and returned to great sorrow, he thought that it was too dead to die anymore, but who would have thought that it would be able to climb out.

Ian looked down at Nicole, who was shivering. Nicole's injuries were severe, and the arm she had been using to cover her face had been severely burned due to being so close to the point of the explosion of the source of the fire. Previously, the pain in his arm was temporarily relieved by joy, but now, it is undoubtedly greatly aggravated.

She gritted her teeth to keep herself from humming, her eyes staring at the dragon with big eyes, a trace of fear spreading deep in her pupils.

Their most powerful weapons had been used, and now all they had left was a branch that had been sharpened into a spear, and dozens of feathered arrows made of black iron, and as for the iron bow, it was no longer possible.

At this time, Ian remembered old Rudo again, at that time, Rudo only had cold weapons by his side, but the old man took off his shirt and jumped down without a little hesitation. Ian thought he was handsome, more handsome than Carl with a double silver crossbow, and he still remembered the plum blossom that bloomed on Rudo's shoulder.

"This is your mission, Ian Iliad. ”

Ian only felt a stream of hot blood welling up from the depths of his heart, flowing down his veins to all parts of his body. He felt his whole body be filled with strength, and his blood was boiling.

"Blood is a kind of fuel, it can ignite the passion in the hearts of hunters, and it can also burn the hunters to the ground. ”

Ian gritted his teeth, picked up the branch that had been sharpened into a spear, and aimed the sharp end at the dragon, "Then let it burn me." ”

The warm sun, the tranquil jungle, the boy and the dragon in the soft land. Oh, no, no, there is no race at the moment, and the dragon has not yet recovered from the paralyzing effect of the trait honey. Its forelimbs are injured, which means that it is not able to run very much, and its wings are broken, which means that it cannot fly.

And Ian's right arm is no longer moving, which means that his best archery skills have been lost.

The best things on both sides are gone, so there is no racial distinction, and under the sun, there is only one hunter who wants to kill the prey, and one who wants to kill the hunter. The hunter also has a spear, and the prey has teeth.

Ian's head was spinning, he wasn't thinking about killing the dragon like this. He was thinking about what to say and then rushed up to be more imposing, and how to say it might be the last sentence he said in his life.

Before the Snow Ape King dies, Karl says, "Die, stinky monkey." ”

Ian thought he was handsome.

When Rudo jumped down from the island to fight the dragon, he said, "Let me teach you how to slay dragons!"

Ian thought the old man was cool.

It's just that Ian thinks that these two sentences are not appropriate for him, and he also feels unlucky, because in the end they all died, and Ian didn't want to die yet. Watching the dragon crawl towards him little by little, Ian suddenly felt something familiar, and the memories that had been sealed for a long time welled up in his heart.

He remembered his father, the famous alchemy master, who once chased a cockroach that had bitten his book with his boots, chased half the room, and shouted, "you bedbug!"

Ian suddenly felt that this sentence was very exciting, wasn't that flying dragon just a bed bug?

As soon as his words fell, he felt an itch on his back, and the dragon flame mark on his right arm was still hot. An inexplicable sense of pride rushed through his mind, and he looked at the dragon crawling in the distance, as if he were looking at a bed bug.

"you bugs!"

Ian roared again, but he didn't know it, and the sound he roared out wasn't like human speech at all, but more like some kind of beast. The dragon was stunned by Ian's roar, and it subconsciously stopped moving forward, looking at Ian in front of him, the pair of pupils were like two flames burning brightly.

An inexplicable sense of fear welled up in the dragon's heart, and it suddenly felt that what was standing in front of it was not a human, but a kind, and a kind, much more powerful than itself. It had the urge to run away.

It's just that it is more aware of its body, and it knows that it has not lived long. The dragon's last pride prompted it to encounter an enemy stronger than itself before it died, and it would also open its fangs and bite off a piece of flesh from his body.

And so it roared, and it was the real dragon's roar, a dying dragon, blowing its last battle horn.

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"Hey, Cassius, the weather is nice, isn't it?" The white-robed godfather sat across from Cassius with a smile, his half-moon-shaped lenses reflecting Cassius' old face.

Cassius smiled slightly: "Old friend, did you bring an official letter from the hall?

"Oh, no, no, no, no. The godfather said four words in a row, "You know, old friend, I didn't report it, you are still the head of your hall Mingtong City branch." And I'm still my godfather, well, you don't want to leave me alone in this life. ”

"But old friend, I'm terminally ill. ”

"No, no, to hell with that damn my insaneness, how can you be insane. The godfather laughed, "Trust me, you're not sick. ”

"Old friend, I know myself too well. You know, I can't even remember your name anymore. A deep bitterness appeared on Cassius's old face, "I can't remember anyone's name but Cassius. Old friend, I think, before I go completely insane, return to the imperial capital. ”

The godfather was silent, he looked at Cassius's wrinkled face, and couldn't help but feel sad, you must know that more than ten years ago, he was still the chief alchemy master of the hall. Now, he's just a lobby mission liaison who is slowly going crazy in a remote city.

"I've made a decision, I want to go back to the Tower. Oh no, I would rather go to the resting place, see my son, and meet my old friends. Cassius chuckled, "Perhaps I could ask the gardener today to intercede and let me die in rest." ”

"But have you forgotten what they did to you?" said the godfather, grimacing.

"I'm mentally ill and have long forgotten about it. All I know now is that I want to go back, the tower and the resting place are my home, old friend, drink this cup of tea, and I'll go. ”

Cassius picked up the teacup and drank it down, as if he were drinking. Then he put down the teacup and walked away without looking back, leaving only the godfather. The godfather watched as the door shut, and listened to his slow, but hurried footsteps, fade into the hallway.

"How could you forget me, you are a psychopath, how can you remember that when we met, you drank such a cup of tea. The godfather looked at the teacup, and there were only three or two wilted tea leaves left in the teacup, and the invisible, thick aroma of tea echoing in the teacup.

The godfather looked at it for a long time, and finally sighed, and reached out to put away the teacup. But at this moment, the teacup suddenly made a soft noise, and then, a crack visible to the naked eye spread from the bottom of the teacup to the top.

The Godfather froze, then stood up sharply, staring in the direction of Luther Milling.