Chubby eggs, jumping too heavy. After jumping twice, he successfully woke up the fainting little red dragon.

"Ahem, ahem!" The poor little red dragon was smashed by a fat egg and coughed, and he gasped out of the dragon breath in a mouthful.

And the greedy fat ball, continue to smash here without dying.

Although his body was very hot, Fenghua couldn't help laughing.

This poor little red dragon is so pitiful.

Unexpectedly, being bullied so badly by an egg.

"Mama, help!"

Finally, the little red dragon, who had taken two more breaths, spoke again.

Did this red dragon just say human words, and he was still shouting for help? What is Little Red Dragon's mother? Great Red Dragon!

If it was a big red dragon, Fenghua would never think that this egg could be beaten.

Pity her for her chic life, and in the end she was actually killed by an overweight expired egg?

It's pitiful to think about.

Just when Fenghua wanted to see what the big red dragon looked like, a nice male voice came from Fenghua's side.

"Fenghua?"

Human language, shouting her? Why do you call Mom, come out, man? Fenghua blinked incomprehensibly, wanting to turn over, but couldn't do it.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts her!

It can only be that it continues to spread.

But in my heart, I thought about it.

What's the situation?

"Well, it's abrupt. You may not know me. I am the pavilion master of the Thirteen Pavilions Qingfeng Longxuan, Qingcun. The owner of the voice found that Fenghua did not reply,

"You're really abrupt." Moving his mouth, Fenghua's voice was a little weak.

"I'm sorry." Qingcun's voice became more polite.

"Can you transport me from your dragon's son, who is dying of heat? Comrade Long Ma Ma. And Fenghua, the whole person is irritable.

It's really hot, and if it goes on like this, she's really going to run naked.

"Fenghua Pavilion Master, my name is Qingcun, and my gender is male. This little red dragon is not my son, she is a juvenile fire female dragon named Huoxin'er. Qingcun, on the other hand, became more polite, and was in a good mood to introduce gender and identity.

"Okay, okay, okay, take care of your male and female, can you pull me up and go down? If you continue to be so polite, I'll be familiar! "Fenghua is instantly popular, and polite people represent verbosity and etiquette, hot!

"Cooked?" Qing Cun pondered the word and jumped up from the ground.

I saw that he was lying on it, but he almost burned the little red dragon, but it was his own shouting of heat, and the whole person seemed to be unable to move.

"You can't move?" A person with such an angry tone is so injured that he can't move? Qing Cun looked at Fenghua condescendingly, and there was a trace of incomprehension on his peaceful and gentle face under the green clothes.

"Qingcun, I remember you!" grinding his teeth, looking at that calm and elegant face, Fenghua really wanted to punch and relieve his hatred.

"It's my pleasure." Hearing this, Qing Cun's hanging body went down a little, trying to be at eye level with Fenghua, trying to be polite as much as possible, and then calmly looked at Fenghua who was becoming more and more irritable, "Do you need me to take you down?" ”

"Hurry up." Feeling that he was about to breathe fire, Fenghua glared angrily at this guy named Qingcun.

"The attribute is fire, and sure enough, the character is the same as the heart, and the temper is so direct." Qingcun continued to implement the polite style that made Fenghua hate itchy, and also teased.