Diarlando looked at these two shameless foolish heads speechlessly, took a deep breath to calm himself down, and then said slowly: "I don't think Namu's method is perfect, although it looks very even, but it's not. Different parts of the human body have different specific proportions, bones and flesh are different, and internal organs and skin are also different. Although it may seem the same from the outside, there is more meat and more bones in the same weight of meat puree, and I hope that one of you is more fond of gnawing bones. ”

"I love meat!" the two faucets immediately took a stand, apparently neither of them wanting to gnaw more bones.

Dearlando shrugged his shoulders and showed an "I knew it" expression, then sighed and said, "This method is close to perfection, but unfortunately it is still flawed." Why don't you let me go, and I'll find a way to offer you more delicious fresh meat. ”

"No!" In refusing Dierlando, the two heads have always maintained a high degree of unity, and Namu used a dragon hair to carefully touch the top of his captive's head and then spoke: "There is another way, we divide each part of your body evenly, skin, flesh, bones, and blood, one by one, and then weigh it with a scale and divide it equally, so that there is no question of who eats more meat." ”

The golden-red dragon's hair curled and flexible like a tentacle, but the tip was hard and sharp like a dagger, and at this moment it coldly slashed through Deirlando's skin, leaving a red mark but not cutting and bleeding. For a creature of this size, such precise control is truly astonishing. Dearrando has full confidence in the other party's ability to cut his body into different tissues and weigh it exactly right.

Carefully pinching the lingering dragon hair on his stomach with his fingers and throwing it aside, Deirlandor spoke in a passionate voice: "Having said that, do you think it is fair for you to divide me equally together? Think about it, people are tall, short, fat and thin, and dragons are also light, heavy and small, tall people need to eat more food, if you give people of different sizes the same weight of food, it is obviously a favor for the short people. ”

While speaking, Deerlando also deliberately aimed at the horns on the heads of the two dragons, suggesting that Namu, who had two horns, was proposing the rules of the game in his favor. Naam, who was obviously more intelligent, immediately discovered his ruse, jerked his head over, opened his mouth and roared, "Are you saying I'm unfair?

This time it was Anto's turn to intervene to stop it, and the triangular dragon head slammed into the other head, and roared loudly: "I said that you Weishenme had to propose an equal division, it turned out that you wanted to take more advantage! Hypocrisy!"

When the two dragon heads separated from each other, Diarlando, who was tied to the dragon hair of the two heads, was unlucky. I only heard a crisp sound of bones all over my body, a sharp pain hit, and the blood in my heart surged up, and I squirted out with a poof.

When his mind was clouded and his eyes were dark, Diarrando thought he was completely dead. He felt like he was floating above a sea of dark blood, pain everywhere, the smell of blood everywhere. Thinking back on his short twenty-five years of life, he worries that if he dies, who will raise Rises, and who will deal with the real Demon Dragon King?

And the damned Federon and Zenaya! If it weren't for them, he wouldn't have been so unlucky to meet such a schizophrenic and completely unreasonable dragon.

At this moment, Deerlando deeply sympathized with Zoe, the human contractor of the Demon Dragon King, in the face of such a neural dragon, it was a miracle that he could spend a thousand years normally!

Zoe seems to have gone crazy for a long time......

In his thoughts, a little light and shadow gradually returned to Deirlando's line of sight, and two nightmarish black heads still hung above him. If there was a worried look on the dragon's face, it would probably be now. From the relative position, it seems that he is lying on the back of the dragon, rather than continuing to hang in mid-air.

"Your Highness, are you awake! are you feeling alright?" Holm's head reached from above, and he shook his hand in front of Deirlandor worriedly, to see if his eyes were following his fingers.

"What a fart!" Deerlando cursed, and then tried to roll over and sit up, but as soon as he moved, his bones were screaming, his eyes were black, and he almost fainted from the pain again.

Both faucets exhaled as if relieved, and the pungent and unpleasant smell blew over Deirlando, and the dry airways reflexively spasmed despite the protests of the rest of the airway, causing a violent cough. Sweet blood rushed up, and Holm could only scramble to help Diarlando lie on his side, lest he be choked to death by his own blood.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not dead, he can still continue to be a referee~" Anto's voice carried real joy.

"Yes, yes, his life is quite hard for a human, and none of us are allowed to touch him this time, let him choose the ultimate winner. Naam's voice was also very happy, and the problem that had plagued their brothers for so long was finally solved, and if they didn't get the result, they would be uncomfortable to death.

"Ahem...... Phew!Pick your head!I'm a pig to play with you again, if you want to kill, I'll kill it, I'll stop doing it!" Diarlando coughed painfully for a long time, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, spit out the blood foam in his mouth, and roared back loudly. Unfortunately, under the serious injury, he thought that his voice was very loud, but in fact it was not much better than the meowing of a kitten.

"What are you saying?" the two dragon heads reached out at the same time, whispering dangerously.

"I'm not going to do it! Do you understand? I'm not going to do it! If you want to kill, don't you just die, who is afraid of who is a bear! You two stupid, untrustworthy, cunning ...... cough cough cough ......" scolded zuihou Dierlandor coughed again, panting, pale, and looking like he was about to die.

The two faucets immediately retracted, turned their heads together and muttered to a discussion. However, in the chaotic ears of Diarlandor, who was in his head, he could only hear a buzzing sound, and his consciousness was constantly drifting away, if he didn't feel that someone seemed to be calling out to him and asking him for help, he really wished he could just fall asleep.

Holm half-hugged Diarlando worriedly, patted him on the back carefully, helped him calm down, and called softly: "Your Highness?

In a daze, Dearlando saw through his eyes what seemed to be the outcome of the discussion. The black dragon's huge leather wings unfolded, bringing up the sea water in the sky, and it was like heavy rain around it.

The icy sea water poured on his body, making Dearrando feel cold all over his body, and he seemed to be back under the deep pool of the northern ice field in a trance (referring to the scene in the second book of this series of stories, "Dragon Heart Knight", Diarlando's body was sealed in a black iron box and thrown into a deep pool called the Eye of Shijie). He was falling into the abyss, but there were two faint liliang strands wrapped around his hand, pulling him to prevent him from sinking completely.

Luna and Achille's voices came from afar, and Deirlandor vaguely heard Fayle's curses, shouting something "Damn! Wake up! Stupid!" muttering to himself, you are stupid, Diarrando tried to cheer up again, thinking about swimming to the surface.

Holm saw Dearlandor's hand move, as if trying to grasp something, and immediately stretched out his own tightly to hold him. Just as they were about to ask Dearlando what they needed, the black leather wings that shrouded them suddenly glowed.

It was not a warm and bright light, but a faint blue-purple, like the color of the cold night sky in winter. As the light slowly fell, there was a dusty powder, and the dust-like things slowly piled up on the dragon's back and Holm, except for what fell on Diarlando, which did not accumulate, but merged into his body.

As Dearlando absorbed more and more dust, gradually his body began to glow with the same light, and under the mysterious light, Dearlando's handsome face looked bewitching. Holm was frightened and unconsciously increased the strength of his grip on Deerlando's hand.

Suddenly, Diarrando, who had stopped breathing, inhaled sharply, spit it out again, and sat up sweating profusely as if he had woken up from a nightmare. Together, he threw out the things that were holding him down, and Holm rolled and rolled a few times before stopping.

"Wow, it hurts!" Holm was taken off guard and scrambled back to his feet as he cried out in pain. The dragon wings above his head opened with a thud, and then slowly lowered and retracted to his sides, and the two dragon heads reached out again, patrolling around Deirlandor like snakes.

"Not bad, not bad~ cured, it turns out that our liliang is useful to him. Namu looked up and down as Diarlando, who was sitting on the ground confused, nodding in satisfaction.

Anto purred and seemed to be laughing, and when he was done, he said to Dearlando, "Now we can always say which of us is responsible for cutting you open, right?"

"Are you a fool?" Diarlando touched himself, feeling that the broken bones and internal organs seemed to be healed, but he still scolded back angrily.

Anto was stunned for a moment, it had never encountered others treating it so rudely, and shook its head uncomfortably, so that the hairs under his neck slapped each other and made a snapping sound.

Diarlando stood up, pointed to the two heads of the demon dragon and scolded: "Are you fools? Help you judge whether I am dead or not, I want to help you evaluate the high and low? Let you be entangled for the rest of your life, and you will always be noisy and noisy!"

"I'm ......," Namu said as soon as he said a word, immediately interrupted by Dearlando.

"I, what am I? Aren't you the guardian of the Dragon Realm? I'm the true master of the Dragon Realm, what's in it for you to kill me?"

Dearlando looked back behind him, and Holm looked up with a look of surprise on his face as he grew on the dragon's back, obviously not understanding how Diarrando suddenly disappeared from front of him and ran hundreds of feet into the air.

"Huh?" Deirlando looked at himself suspended in mid-air curiously, knowing that he couldn't fly here just now, Weishenme suddenly not only could fly, but also seemed to be able to teleport to other positions.

"Your Highness!" Holm suddenly shouted as Diarlando was in a daze, jumping and pointing to the left front.

Dearrando turned his head to look and found that a huge whirlpool had suddenly appeared near his little spirit ball, and the waves were surging higher and higher, threatening to swallow the ball all at once.

"I'm ...... It's endless!"

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