When the imperial dragon slowly twisted his head back and looked up at the behemoth in front of him, he suddenly jumped up and shouted, "Xiang'er, run!"

"Uh......" Mo Xiang'er only felt that the sudden sense of worship just now suddenly turned into a crow "quacking" flying over her head. The cold air of disheart is cold from the top of the head to the heels. "No, Brother Long, you!"

"Don't be verbose! I'll cover you, Xiang'er will withdraw first!" the imperial dragon was full of awe-inspiring and righteous energy.

When Mo Xiang'er behind her heard this, she once again had a full sense of worship for the imperial dragon in front of her.

"Whoosh!"

Huanglong just wanted to say, "Xiang'er, pull me away when you leave, because I don't have internal strength." You can fly out a hundred and ten meters in a light leap, and I, a mortal, have not been able to run a dozen steps, which is not enough for this ferocious beast to kick a few hooves. ”

However, when he felt a gust of wind behind him, he turned his head slightly, but saw that Mo Xiang'er behind him had already flown away.

"No! Xiang'er! Do you really want to leave Brother Long and me here and turn it into food in his mouth? Let's not play like this! Although I have been bullying you in plain life, it is a manifestation of true love! As the saying goes, 'beating is kissing and scolding is love'! However, at this critical juncture, you just said to leave, and left me here, the little overlord of waste wood, do you really want to turn me into a pile of meat puree?"

The dragon turned his head slowly without tears, and saw that the beast's barrel-sized eyes were staring at him, as if it were looking at a great delicacy.

The emperor dragon screamed in his heart: "Oh no!

Huang Long knew that if he was a normal person, he would probably be interested in fighting the beast in front of him, after all, in this world where the majesty of the force value is arranged, men have to rely on ability to speak.

But the imperial dragon has suffered the most vicious curse of the Wu clan since his mother's womb, and all his internal strength has been sealed. Even though the Imperial Dragon had tried to break through it, it was in exchange for severe pain in his body every time.

After being insulted by his peers that time, Huanglong couldn't bear it anymore and desperately tried to break free from the shackles of the curse and let the potential internal energy dredge in his blood. However, in exchange for the bleeding of the seven orifices, the body was in severe pain like ten thousand ants gnawing at his body.

That kind of pain, just thinking about it now, the imperial dragon will tremble like a small leaf in winter, and it will be blown to pieces at any time.

In the end, the pain of the heart triumphed over the hope of restoring honor, and the strong desire to survive triumphed over the delicate face like a treasure. Since that time, the dragon has torn the dignity that he so longed for from his face and trampled it under his feet.

There is one less fierce boy in the world, and one more ruffian. Although Huanglong is incompetent, he relied on his identity as the eldest son of the patriarch of the royal family to win the title of "Little Overlord of Waste Firewood".

He knew that the reason why his fellow waste wood companions who played with him every day enthusiastically supported him was not because of his own ability, but because his father was the patriarch of the clan.

Huanglong also knew that he was enjoying the benefits of his father's noble shadow. There is an elegant saying, called "gnawing the old people".

When Huang Long heard someone call him this in an extremely contemptuous tone, he said to his companions indifferently: "Gnaw the old and gnaw the old, they want to gnaw yet! This is the psychology of not being able to eat grapes and saying that grapes are sour! In the future, we will have a well-known new nickname, 'Gnawing Old Brigade'!"

When the companions heard this, their faces turned green.

However, the emperor dragon not only didn't care, but also pouted and showed off to others.

Others say, "Huanglong, this kid is hopeless!", but who can understand Huanglong's truest inner thoughts?

Almost every day at night, he curled up under the covers and pumped his mouth hard.

How many times has he been awakened by all kinds of nightmares or crying because he can't bear the humiliation accumulated in his heart.

No matter how unsightly the heart is, you must show people with a bright and beautiful face on the surface. That's all the Emperor Dragon can do.

"Waste firewood is wasted firewood! People live for a lifetime, why bother themselves?"

The young man who lived a cautious life turned out to be a big grinning boy who took "being unreasonable" as his life belief.

Huanglong completed the remedy of the heart full of holes with a big landslide-like transformation.

Seeing that the behemoth in front of him was actually snorting at him, Huang Long immediately thought of a brilliant way - the corners of his mouth immediately rose, and his eyes narrowed tightly into a slit as small as possible. After that, a beautiful movement appeared on the dragon's face - a smile.

As the saying goes, "it's hard to beat a smiling person with a fist"!

"Hey, old man, you see that my shoulders are not round, my waist is not fat, and I am not thin, you must be very toothy when you eat! It's better to eat like this! I'll help you shoot a few wild boars! No, no, no, I forgot that you're a wild boar! In this way, I'll help you hunt a few hares, or catch a few fish? Do you know that I'm a master of hunting, like this, I use it to insert a quasi-......."

The wild boar in front of him suddenly erupted into flames from his nostrils, causing the imperial dragon to jump a few steps behind him in fright.

"Why did you make such a big fire...... "Huang Long was just about to wonder, and when he looked down, he realized that he didn't know when he picked up a barren grass stick from the ground, and was doing fishing and hunting movements.

"No, you behemoth is a stingy man, this is a small straw stick!" said the dragon, laying the end of the grass stick flat in front of the boar, and grasping the other end with his other hand, and digging it with a "snap".

"Moo!" the wild boar was stimulated by this, and suddenly opened its bloody mouth and bit at the imperial dragon.

"Oh my God, do you think I'm going to fight it when I break the sticks! Oh my God, what did I do!"

The dragon quickly turned around and ran like crazy.

"Wow, help! Which fairy sister is here to help!" He screamed as he ran.

"Don't be afraid, Brother Long, I'm here to save you!"

At this time, Mo Xiang'er's sweet voice came from a tree.

"Save me, Xiang'er, save me, I won't steal ...... in the future"

"Fool, when are you still saying something embarrassing!" Mo Xiang'er said as she waved a long bronze whip in her hand.

The bronze whip flew up, and when it jumped into the air, the end slammed into the air, making a crisp "pop" and "pop" sound.

Because Mo Xiang'er poured the internal energy into the bronze whip, after the sound, bursts of majestic internal energy stirred up a powerful energy field to stir the surrounding air.

The imperial dragon close to Mo Xiang'er only felt that the eardrum was "buzzing" noisily by this strong shock.

"What a strong internal strength!" The escaped imperial dragon was leaning against a pine tree at the moment, clasping his hands around him, admiring the battle between Beauty and the Beast in front of him.

"Xiang'er, this girl is good!" said Huanglong, pinching his chin.

"What's good!" Mo Xiang'er, who was fighting with the wild boar, asked angrily after hearing this.

"Oh, what I'm talking about is that you're eleven years old, and you didn't expect that your internal strength has already reached the realm of Xiucai's ninth level and ninth rank, and with a little effort, you can reach the Jinshi realm! You must know that my master has practiced hard for thirty years before barely reaching the eighth rank of Jinshi!"

This blue planet has its rules of survival: the winner is king, and the loser is the loser. Force is a powerful weapon that makes speech authoritative. According to the force value, the rank from high to low, respectively, is the emperor, the king, the champion, the eye, the flower, the jinshi, the lifter, and the talent. Promotion mainly depends on acquired cultivation. And only when you enter the Xiucai level can you be called a martial artist. If you can't get in, then you're an ordinary man.

On this planet, there are many people who can enter the ranks of martial artists, but there are only a few people who can break through the Xiucai realm after all. Many people are busy and hard all their lives, in order to break through the field of talent and lay the foundation for winning more merit and fame in the future. After all, only by stepping into the distant champion realm, or the few king realms, can they have the absolute right to speak and decide the development direction of this planet with their own strength.

As soon as he thought of this, Huang Long's face was full of goosebumps, because he was a waste, and he didn't even have the qualifications to become a child martial artist, let alone show off his talent or show his eyes.

"Not good!" Mo Xiang'er screamed, like a kite with a broken string, and fell to the ground.