"Interesting! You seem to have something good. Anto narrowed his red eyes at Dearlandor's hand, the fold under his throat vibrated as he sighed, and it approached dangerously, but Namu shrank back in a protector's posture and pulled away. "Hey! Threats and intimidation can undermine the fairness of the outcome. ”

Dearrando rolled his eyes, raised the invisible dagger in his hand, and shouted, "This is a treasure given to me by a mysterious person, and when I die, I am willing to sacrifice it to the dragon who just divides my body equally." The premise, of course, is that you first prove who is more just and who is more skillful. ”

All dragons have a pathological hobby of collecting treasures, and apparently this one is no exception, and when they hear the word treasure, their eyes shine with excitement.

Anto snorted disdainfully and muttered, "If I kill you, I can get the same treasure." Diarlando replied with a smile: "That's different, you will quarrel for thousands of years over this treasure, and no one will be convinced that the other has it." ”

Namu nodded: "That's right, it's better to solve all our problems at once, the winner will have the dominance of this body in the future, and the loser will be obedient from now on." ”

The triangle Anto angrily spat out a mouthful of blue-purple poisonous mist at the sky, venting his dissatisfaction: "Weishenme, I want to live with the head of your mother-in-law like you!"

Ignoring the other head venting his anger there, Namu asked Deirlando, "How do you want us to prove our justice, stowaway?"

Diarlando patted the black and purple dragon horn with his hand, and asked curiously, "Weishenme called me a stowaway? ”

"Lie!" both heads roared at the same time, and Namu flicked his head into the air to throw the unprepared Diarrando into the air, and the two dragon heads stretched out the dragon hair around their necks at the same time, tying him up.

"If you say you're a symbiote of Reseth, weishenme smells like other souls?" When they spoke at the same time, the treble and bass resonated, and the whole shijie seemed to vibrate together. Diarlando struggled to pick a slit from the dragon's hair, exposed his eyes and mouth, and asked, "What is the smell of other souls?"

"Sophistry!"

"Proof!"

Namu and Anto cooperated with each other, and a cloud of sea water rose from the surface of the water, and when it reached the height of Dierlando, the sea water had leaked, leaving only a large white and soft ball, on which hung the Winnie lizard that had bitten it.

"Doom...... These are the souls that Rises swallowed, how can they be considered stowaways?" Diarrando moved his left hand and pointed to the explanation of the so-called weak evidence. Didn't the Starlight Dragon say that the soul it devoured would become one with itself, don't fool yourself in this kind of thing!

The gnocchi suddenly cracked, and Holm was squeezed out with a pop, and was immediately tied up by a dragon hair and hung next to Diarlando, looking unconscious. The alien monitor lizard couldn't let go, just rolled its six red eyeballs, looking left and right. Use your mind to ask Dearlando what really happened.

Diarlando smiled bitterly and thought, who do you ask me, who do I ask?? Before he could answer, the milky white ball suddenly became transparent, gradually revealing the trapped human form inside—a black-haired elf in a purple-black robe. He looked like an insect trapped in pine resin, quiet and motionless, with no expression on his pale face, his eyes closed, and if it weren't for the slight rise and fall in his chest, he would have thought it was a statue.

“...... Faylando?" Dearlando was surprised for a long time before he regained his voice, wondering in his heart that Feikeren would be here?

"It's true!"

"There's no way to quibble!"

Namantó's resonant voice was triumphant, and one of its forefeet was raised, its spear-like claws piercing the clear, jelly-like lump that nearly cut off the man inside.

Seeing that Anto was about to eat the ball wrapped in the blood elves in one gulp, Diarrando struggled hard, shouting to stop it: "Slow down, don't kill him, I want to ask." ”

Anto exhaled impatiently, and said viciously, "What right do you have to order me? ”

"No, no, it's not an order. This is a request, keep him and find out how he got in, all for your dignity and territorial security!"

Naam's low voice sounded in Dierlando's ears: "Didn't you smuggle him in? Just ask you~ After eating him, let's enjoy you again." ”

"It's really not me! I just knew that he had infiltrated, he was my enemy, how could I help him smuggle in! If you don't believe me, you can ask the others!" Diarlando grabbed the nose of Namu who stretched out, and said earnestly: "You look into my eyes, into my soul, do I look like a liar? Great dragon, can't you tell if a soul is lying?"

It's a pity that the dragon's head is too huge, and the distance between the nose and the eyes is dozens of feet, and Dearlandor's affectionate confession is conveyed to the nostrils. Anto, who was next to him, leaned his head over and looked Diarlando up and down with his huge crater-like red eyes. Diarlando immediately turned his head and looked at him with the most sincere eyes. However, this kind of eye contact actually has no sense of actual communication, and you can only see your embarrassed appearance on the other party's lake-like eyeballs.

After a moment of silence, Anto shook the elf piercing the tip of the claw, although the blood elf had a dragon claw almost as thick as his own waist running through his stomach, he frowned and looked at his stomach, and then looked at the face of the black dragon, and asked boringly: "Master, what are your orders?" seems to be accustomed to such a scene.

"Look, he's not from my side, he's from yours, you can't frame me like this!"

The demon dragon also seemed to be confused by the situation in front of them, and the two of them muttered and discussed for a while, and asked the blood elf in unison, "Why did you come here?"

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. Master Namu and Master Anto, I should not have come here without permission, please forgive me for my sin of trespassing here. Fei Karen immediately daoqian, and made a bending motion, and the blood gushing out from the huge wound on his stomach suddenly stained the transparent ball blood-red. If he hadn't been trapped in these jellies, he would have fallen to his knees and begged for them. However, although the voice was poignant and the wound was terrible, there was still no expression on his face, and Diarlandor felt chills in his heart when he saw it.

Anto shook his paw again, and the jelly wrapped around Fetcheron fell like melting snow, and Winnie, who had bitten on it, also fell into the sea, but soon saw it emerge from the water, and his life was safe.

The dragon's two heads sniffed up and down at Ferkelen, and then muttered something in a vague way. But no matter what the magic dragon does, this "Fei Karen" will only repeat "I'm sorry master" and "I'm wrong master", like a broken magic puppet.

After studying for a long time without results, Anto suddenly brought Diarrando in front of Falceren, released a little of his beard, exposed his head completely, and asked, "Do you know him?"

Dearlandor's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and the blood elf raised his eyes blankly, stared at him for a moment, and then replied: "I'm sorry master." ”

In the next second, a large puff of warm flesh was splashed on Dearlandor's face, and Feckelen's bursting body was completely shattered, and it was almost impossible to distinguish the difference between flesh and bone, because they were now all delicate paste, and they were sticky and sticky dripping down Dearlandor's head and face.

"Okay~ Let's forget about this little episode, or go back to how to divide your body equally. Namu's deep voice sounded nonchalantly, and then asked Deirlandor with great interest: "What do you think of this method?"

The smell of blood and the wet touch were disgusting, and Diarlando shook his head and body, trying to clean the flesh all over his body, and suddenly stopped when he heard this, and asked in surprise: "The stowaway has nothing to do with me, weishenme still wants to eat me?"

"You said that you would give us the treasure when you died~" Anto's higher voice answered his question happily next to him.

"Then can't I give it to you directly?" Dierlando waved the dagger in his hand with a headache, he didn't expect the dragon to be so brainless.

"No~ Our dragons are talking~ Saying one or the other~" The two dragon heads shook their heads in unison, and then replied to Diarlandor in unison. That tone is not to mention how happy it is, it looks deliberate.