Ning Mo looked at Ning Ye and asked, "Brother, did you raise the Little Dark Flame Curse Dragon?" ”

"yes."

"Since you raised it, why would you be sad that the little Dark Flame Spell Dragon died?"

Ning Ye smiled bitterly and said in a low voice: "When it dies, I will inevitably be sad, but sadness is sadness, we have to find a way to bury it in the ancestral tomb." ”

"Okay, brother, you are responsible for burying the little Dark Flame Curse Dragon in the ancestral tomb, and I will cover you." Ning Mo said as he waved his sword.

Ning Ye said: "I'll cover you, you go and bury it." ”

Ning Mo gritted his teeth: "Brother, don't forget, the little Dark Flame Curse Dragon has not yet transformed. Now it is dead, and if it transforms again in the future, it will definitely not be willing to be buried in the ancestral tomb. ”

"This ......" Ning Ye was silent.

This is a fact, and he knows it, but he really likes the little Dark Flame Spell Dragon!

The strength of the little dark flame spell dragon is strong, after it transforms, its strength must be very terrifying, how can such a demonic beast be buried in the ancestral tomb at will?

It's not just about the glory of the Monster, it's also about the face of the Dragons.

Ning Mo said: "If the little dark flame curse dragon dies unjustly, if it dies unwillingly, then let's help it find out the real murderer and avenge it!" ”

The Little Dark Flame Curse Dragon is a demonic beast that Ning Ye has raised since he was a child, and Ning Ye regards it as his life, and this affection is no less than Ning Mo.

Hearing Ning Mo say this, he gradually calmed down.

Yes, he had to find a way to help the little Dark Flame Curse Dragon wash away his grievances.

The Little Dark Flame Spell Dragon is his contract magic beast, and he will never allow the Little Dark Flame Curse Dragon to die so aggrieved!

After figuring it out, he ignored the danger and rushed towards those black-clothed people, vowing to bury the little Dark Flame Curse Dragon in the ancestral tomb!

The man in black didn't expect that this thin boy would dare to rush out and die!

Ning Ye held a sharp sword in his hand and rushed into the pile of black-clothed people to fight, he was covered in blood and his momentum was terrifying.

The men in black did not dare to entangle with him, and they retreated one after another, and soon dispersed.

Ning Ye took a breath and looked at Ning Meng, "Momo, what about you?" Where are you going? ”

Ning Mo glanced into the distance and said, "I'll go to the vicinity of Dragon City to see if there are any clues, and find someone by the way." Brother, you go and rein in the little Dark Flame Spell Dragon first. ”

Ning Ye was very worried: "I'll go with you." ”

"No need, it's the most important thing for you to restrain the little Dark Flame Spell Dragon."

After that, she didn't wait for Ning Ye to refuse, turned around and ran away.

Ning Ye's eyes followed her.

Ning Mo was on the outskirts of the city and found a river.

The river is wide and flat, three feet deep, and the rushing water crashes against the vegetation on the shore.

Ning Mo jumped into the middle of the river.

Ning Ye didn't understand his sister's actions, but he didn't catch up.

He needed to set up the coffin for the little Dark Flame Curse Dragon as soon as possible.

Ning Mengzhan was in the middle of the river, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the picture of the death of the little Dark Flame Curse Dragon came to his mind......

The little Dark Flame Curse Dragon was killed at the city gate, so the murder weapon should be hidden on the city wall.

Ning Meng jumped into the river and searched the bottom of the river.

She didn't notice that a red light silently appeared at her feet and swam slowly towards her.

Suddenly, the red light slammed down on her!

Ning Meng screamed in fright, opened his eyes, and found that he was still sitting on the bed.

Was that just a nightmare?

But the terrifying atmosphere in the dream remains.

She came to her senses, picked up the teacup on the bedside table, and took a sip of tea, which calmed down a little.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, he could see the tragic image of the little Dark Flame Curse Dragon lying in a pool of blood, and its eyes widened, as if it was begging for something.

Ning Meng shuddered, and put the teacup in his hand heavily on the table, a wave of anger welling up in his heart.

She slammed the bed down and cursed angrily, "Bastard thing! ”

She had that nightmare.

She didn't believe that the little Dark Flame Curse Dragon would betray her, after all, they were partners, friends, they ate and slept together, how could he be willing to betray her?

Ning Meng kept telling himself that it was just a nightmare, a nightmare.

However, this night, she lost sleep.

It wasn't until the early morning sun filtered through the curtains and into the room that she rolled over and still couldn't sleep.

"Alas!" She rubbed her hair irritably, got up from the bed, got dressed, pushed the door and walked out.

The sun was warm today, and she bathed in the warm sunshine, walked out into the yard, and stood in the shade of the tree.

The four seasons here are like spring, the plants are luxuriant, and when the wind blows, the branches are rustling and rustling.

Ning Meng looked up at the blue sky, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a light smile.

She lifted her leg and kicked the bluestone pavement beneath her feet.

Suddenly—

There was a soft click.

Ning Meng frowned and listened carefully.

After a moment, she confirmed that the soft sound was coming from the trunk of the tree to her right.

Ning Meng immediately shifted his position and walked to the right.

The clatter of the trunk grew more and more intense, and she followed the sound to a stout old locust tree.

The branches of this old locust tree are luxuriant, and the canopy of the tree shades the sky.

"Who?" Ning Meng shouted vigilantly.

Click!

The clicking sound of the tree trunk became louder and more frequent.

Immediately after, a thick branch stretched out from the dense leaves, wrapping around Ning Meng's waist at once.

Ning Meng's face suddenly changed.

This is clearly a python!

This python is more than two meters long, and its huge head is covered with pimples, making it look hideous and ugly, which is prohibitive.

Although Ning Meng was afraid, she didn't panic, she stabilized her body, used all her internal force, and tried to break free from the trunk that bound her.

However, with all her might, she could not shake the trunk of the tree.

The python was entrenched on the old locust tree, and the cold and gloomy snake core spat on Ning Meng's neck.

Ning Meng only felt a chill on his neck.

Her face turned pale instantly, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

She swallowed.

"Let go of me." She encouraged herself to speak, hoping to delay a little so that she could find an escape.

But the python ignored her.

It just stared at Ning Meng's neck.

There was a bright red mole there.

That's where Dragon Ball is!

At this moment, the python could barely control the thought of devouring her.

It was originally an ordinary python in the mountains and forests, but it was able to become a demon beast because it accidentally ate a precious dragon egg.

It is a dragon beast with noble dragon blood, but in the mortal world, it is not favored, and is often abused and tortured.

Until I met Ning Mo.

The soul of the dragon beast is purer than the soul of other demon beasts.

This dragon egg contains a strong dragon spirit.

After the dragon egg broke, the dragon clan's essence qi escaped, attracting hundreds of dragon beasts.

While snatching the dragon eggs, the dragon beasts also tore up the master-servant agreement signed between the dragon beasts and the dragon clan.

They attack each other.

The corpses of the dragon beasts were piled up, and the smell of blood was permeating.

Only the Dragon Beast King escaped.

It leads the remnants of many drakes and hides their tracks.

Later, the Dragon Beast King discovered a dragon blood flower.

The Dragon Beast King tasted the dragon blood flower and felt that it was delicious and could improve his cultivation, so he picked one and put it next to his lair.