Riceth didn't understand how sad Diarlando Weishenme was, nor did he understand Weishenme that he refused to be touched by his new limbs. But it doesn't matter, it's well fed and in a good mood. The baby dragon flipped over the remains of the fake dragon on the ground with its forelimbs, realizing that it was not interested in the others. Zuihou simply retracted to his original size, intending to go back to sleep on the symbiote.

The smaller baby dragon flew towards Deirlando, coquettishly arching his hand, trying to get his attention.

Dearrando stiffened his head, his slow gaze moving to Reseth only to realize that there was only one head on the shrunken drake. He immediately held the young dragon up in front of him in surprise, was everything just now an illusion?

However, the fact that the baby dragon had no head on its left shoulder and had pitch-black scales that it had not had before reminded Diarandor that nothing was a hallucination. It was a tiny black spot, only a quarter the size of the tip of a little finger, and when I looked at it, I thought it was Reses with something. But only he understood that the terrible pollution was coming deeper and deeper.

"What am I going to do with you, Reseth?" Dearlandor shook his hand and held the young dragon tightly in his palm, so hard that the young dragon bit his palm in protest of his rudeness.

It wasn't until a figure jumped from the sky and landed next to Diarlandor that he realized that someone else had come to the island.

A familiar voice sounded, full of worry: "Your Highness, what's wrong with you? Are you okay with your injuries?" His Highness Ruidan sent us to support you, but I didn't expect it to be a step too late. How are you feeling right now?"

Dearlandor rolled his dry eyeballs and looked up at the questioner, who was talking to Kenda. Immediately after, another figure also fell, and Martin's curious voice rang out: "Your Highness, weishenme, I just saw Riess with two heads in the distance?

"You read that right...... It was I who made the mistake of making Ryses eat the energy he shouldn't have eaten, and it grew a second head that was gradually evolving into Namantto's appearance. Bitterly telling the truth, Diarrando suddenly felt a sense of relief, and simply poured out the thoughts that had been spinning in his mind for a long time in one breath.

"My mission has failed, and the only way to do this is to kill me and Riseth and find someone else to raise a new dragon, otherwise Shijie will be destroyed by the Demon Dragon King or me sooner or later. ”

He stood up with a frantic expression, took out the dagger that had stabbed him just now, stuffed it into Kenda's hand, and then pointed the tip of the knife at his chest and said, "This weapon can kill me...... I guess I can kill Ryses too. I never knew that Weishenme would have such an artifact left in the relics of the King of Light, and he really had the foresight to know that his descendants could make mistakes. This is what you need to correct your mistakes! Hurry up! Kill me!"

Kenda snapped, knocked down the dagger in Dearlandor's hand, shook his shoulder vigorously, and yelled, "Deirlando, are you crazy? Even if what you say is true, who else but you can correct the mistake. Where are we going to find new people to raise new dragons?"

Reses floated up for some reason, and asked at Deirlando in confusion, "Weishenme is trying to kill me, what am I wrong?"

Looking at the young dragon's big watery and clear eyes, Deirlandor felt a pang in his heart, the innocent Riceth had done nothing wrong, and had always faithfully fulfilled his wishes. And he actually selfishly wanted to kill it, and he also wanted Kenda to kill himself to escape responsibility. What cowardice and incompetence!

He took a weak step back, covered his eyes with his hands, and after a moment of silence, Diarrando spoke again: "You're right, it's my fault! Kenda is right, my mistake should be corrected by myself, and I will find a way to cure you." With that, he gently grabbed Reseth, kissed the young dragon's head, and put it back on his shoulder. Then he turned and picked up the dagger that had fallen on the beach and put it back in its sheath.

With his back to the two friends and sorting out his emotions for a while, he turned around and spoke again: "I'm sorry, let you see the joke." I'm a little tired today, I'm a little abnormal, you just let me talk nonsense. ”

Martin finally showed a reassuring smile on his face, strode up, hugged Dearrando and said happily, "You scared me to death, I've never seen you like this." I just heard Shakolin say you're injured, are you all right?"

Letting go of the hug, Martin looked up and down, and found that everything was normal except for the fact that Dearrando looked a little embarrassed. He patted the other man on the shoulder and said, "I should have congratulated you on killing another enemy dragon." When I was passing by White Moody just now, Shakorin told me that you also killed Zanaya's mercenary army, and what soul furnace you destroyed, and that fake Here......"

As he spoke, his gaze swept to the corpse of Here, who had fallen not far away, and suddenly became even happier: "Ha, this guy has also been killed, but you have avenged Roda ! ”

Diarrando tugged at the corners of his mouth, and smiled perfunctorily worse than crying. Kenda clasped her hands and frowned at his odd performance. Unlike the simple-minded Martin, Kenda understands that Dearlando's knot will never be resolved so easily.

And if, as he said, the baby dragon has mutated, the future prospects will become even more dangerous and unpredictable. Although Diarrando pretended to be okay at the moment, with his own understanding of him, the stupid thoughts just now must still be circling in his mind. I can only pay close attention to his every move and prevent him from doing anything stupid at any time.

Martin shook his head and circled around Helley, pulled out a large piece of military canvas from his body, and swept his body inside. In any case, this person is still of royal blood, and even if he is really dead, it is impossible for the body to be thrown in the wild like this. And in order to prevent him from resurrecting any demon moths, it is better to bring them back for complete destruction.

In the distance, several clippers were rapidly approaching, and Shaklin's loud voice floated in the distance. After a thunderous purge, he has regained de facto control of White Moody.

When Martin saw that the ship was coming, he was not in a hurry to take off. He was in a hurry, flying as fast as he could, and he was so tired that he died. If you have to carry two big living people and a corpse back, it's crazy.

Dearrando looked at the speedboat full of people standing closer and closer, and suddenly ordered Martin: "Become an eagle, I want to get out of here immediately." ”

He just wanted to be alone and quiet now, and he really couldn't handle such a large number of people. Martin didn't know why, but he immediately activated his transformation. After instructing the corpse of the Kenda pseudo-dragon to be highly poisonous, ordinary people could not touch it casually and needed to find someone to deal with it, Deirlandor jumped on the back of the golden eagle and flew towards Bai Modi in Shakolin's sad wail.

Martin didn't fly very high, so he could see thousands of lights popping up in the streets and alleys of White Moody, and everyone came out of the house and gathered in the streets and squares to welcome the return of the dragon slayer.

The sharp-eyed man spotted the figure of the golden eagle, and the crowd below suddenly clamoured, and a huge cheer rang out from the ground like a tsunami, soaring into the sky.

Rises, who had been quiet for a long time, suddenly spoke: "They believe in me, worship me, and love me." ”

Dearlando gently stroked Rieses on his shoulder, and replied in a barely audible voice, "Yes, but what will they think of you one day when they find out the truth?" ”

A particularly tall female voice reached Deirlando's ears: "Look, he shines like a star." He is our King, He is our Savior. This chant was echoed by more and more people.

Dearlando looked at himself with a wry smile, although Shaklin's diamond dress was mostly destroyed, there were still many diamonds left, and under the light of the torches and stars, he really made himself shine. The ideas of the masses are easily fooled, and it only takes a little miracle to convince them.

Patting Martin on the back, Dearlando motioned to fly higher. After hovering over White Murdy for a while, there was no place he could go to now. At present, only the vicinity of the Grand Prayer Hall of the Golden Dome Palace, which was originally majestic, is the least populated. Zuihou let Martin land on the tattered roof, found a fairly flat place to sit down, and planned to overlook the most prosperous lights on the whole continent and organize his thoughts.

"Let's go, Martin, I want to be alone. Tell all of them not to bother me, at least not tonight. Seeing that the fire was rapidly approaching the mountain, Diarrando gave Martin an order. No matter what you have to face tomorrow, you need someone to stay for a while, even if it's just one night.

Thank you for the reward that I forgot again~***