It was a pitch-black chain, like it was made of black iron, but if it was just a thick black iron chain, Qin Fan believed that it would never be able to lock such a huge brute beast with terrifying power when it was born, even if black iron was already a rare precious mineral in the Great Wilderness. [Ran^Text^Library] []

Although he had only heard of this powerful creature in ancient books, in terms of this incomparably terrifying coercion, this dragon was really very powerful, so powerful that words could not describe it, it just felt powerful.

It's just strong enough.

Qin Fan didn't die, because the dragon couldn't move, naturally Qin Fan didn't die, but he believed that even so, if this dragon wanted to kill him, just breathe a few times lightly like just now, or spit out a few breaths of dragon breath, he would definitely not have the slightest chance of surviving.

He had already felt the coldness, as if his soul and * were about to be frozen.

Why didn't it kill itself?

Qin Fan didn't know that he had already turned hundreds of thoughts in an instant, and the best way at the moment was to turn around immediately, run, and then escape back according to the thin and narrow corridor when he came, just thinking of those dense tentacle octopus monsters, he was desperate, and he couldn't escape if he thought about it.

Qin Fan looked at it, and the giant dragon was also staring at it, its brows furrowed, thinking that the chain had penetrated its body, and anyone would be in pain!

Even if the other party is a legendary dragon!

Looking at the giant dragon, his huge eyes were still looking at him with interest, but Qin Fan also keenly felt a trace of murderous aura, he completely believed that even if his eyes were full of interest, the next moment the dragon spit out a mouthful of dragon breath, it would definitely not be surprising that he died unexpectedly.

It's like children playing with ants, there is no reason to talk about it, and it is natural that when one foot falls, everything will be completely over.

In the black and deep pupils, he seemed to be able to see his own somewhat stiff body, the remnant knife was held in his hand, blocking the front of his chest, the scarlet light flickered, and some anger and tyranny unnaturally emanated from the remnant knife. This is within the remnant knife, and Han Qi's consciousness feels the aura of a monster that is generally standing at the peak of the beast like it, and thus exudes its own majesty.

It's like intimidation, Qin Fan does have this feeling, just like when he was a child, the two big yellow dogs at the door of the house always had to bare their teeth and bark for a while before they could fight.

The nature is the same, except that the two sides of the fight are stronger.

Feeling this unnatural aura, the giant dragon seemed to be a little surprised, and let out a light "huh", Qin Fan was sure that he had heard it correctly, the voice was the same as human language, and he believed that this giant dragon would definitely be able to speak.

As soon as he thought of this, he was stunned, and then he was relieved, thinking that it was not strange to think that such a highly intelligent brute monster could even speak human words, but soon Qin Fan thought that the side that intimidated the other party in general was the weaker side, and he was very experienced in watching dogs fight at his own door many times.

Thinking of the human-faced tiger-like monster that used to be, such a powerful monster would not be the opponent of this giant dragon, I couldn't help but despair a little more in my heart.

But somehow, the dragon never moved, or should it be said to move its mouth, and the cold breath never came out, and there was no trace of movement.

A man and a dragon just looked at each other, and there was no sound around them, only something that seemed to have existed for countless years under the surrounding platform, boiling, and there was a faint sound of boiling from the depths of the extremely deep darkness below.

The air was still cold, and an icy chill floated above the platform, seemingly connecting Qin Fan with the dragon.

"Human teenagers. A low, as if with a deep sense of exhaustion and a hint of anguish sounded, and the dragon spoke to him. Finally breaking the solemnity and depression of the atmosphere here, the black dragon said: "You are not their person?" There seemed to be a thick self-deprecation in his tone.

Qin Fan was once again sure that this giant dragon was extremely painful at the moment, the large pieces of flesh and blood on his body were blurred, and those chains faintly revealed bursts of metallic luster, and every time it flickered, the dragon's mountain-like body would tremble slightly. Qin Fan knows some medical skills, and he has read more books, so he naturally understands more.

He could tell at a glance that the dragon was in great pain, and that there was nothing special about it, because it was accustomed to it, and where the thick chain wedged with the dragon*, something rusty had grown, and it was evident that the dragon had been imprisoned here for a long time, and because of the chain, it had to endure intense pain at all times, just because it was accustomed to pain, and even the most intense pain would not make it manifest anything special.

Thinking of this, Qin Fan suddenly felt a little pity, because he felt that this dragon was very pitiful, and it was very similar to him, and even more pitiful than him, because of the square copper plate in his body, so every late at night, especially on the night of the full moon, his internal organs were always in great pain, and the torture was unbearable for him to bear, but it was always at night, and now this giant dragon had to endure this pain all the time, and once there were some movements, the pain would be even more intense, as if a thousand knives had torn apart his flesh and blood。

And more importantly, the dragon had lost his freedom, and was held here like a prisoner, unable to move for a minute, which seemed to him far more severe and terrifying than any punishment.

In fact, what could be a more torturous punishment for a dragon that soared for nine days than being imprisoned in a cramped little dark room at the bottom of the sea?

The mental torture is far more unbearable than the *one, not to mention the fact that at the moment it is not only mental but also *theon.

Perhaps, because of these, he felt that this dragon was a little pitiful, and because he felt pitiful, he naturally had this kind of look in his eyes.

Thinking of the dragon's "You're not one of theirs?" just now, I think it's the one who held the dragon captive. Think about it, if you change to yourself, be imprisoned here, and be tortured day and night* and mentally, I am afraid that I will do more excessively, and I will directly erase the appearance of future people.

As soon as he thought of this, he was nothing more concerned about the pain caused to him by the killing intent and intentional breathing that emerged from the dragon before, and his eyes became much softer.

The black dragon looked at him, his eyes flickered, and naturally he also saw his eyes, and there seemed to be some other complex emotions in the calm dragon's eyes that flashed away, and then the entire air that was about to condense suddenly relaxed.

In an instant, the whole world seemed to calm down. (.)