The dragon was shaking its tail weakly, but the splashing of water was getting smaller and smaller. The dragon knew that its end was near. At this time, a woman in orange clothes entered the cave, and the woman clenched the rope in her hand. Behind the woman, a child's hands were tied tightly with the rope, and there were even some bruises on the hands. However, the child did not say a word. The child was not wearing shoes and was walking barefoot. There was even some blood on the child's footprints, which were scratched by sharp stones in the mountains. However, the child maintained the same cold face from beginning to end, as if he could not feel any pain. There was nothing but indifference on his face.

The child was only three or four years old, but he was so strong. The dragon felt pain just by looking at the bloodstains on the ground. It thought that the child must be in pain, but the child was so stubborn.

The dragon looked at the child, and the child looked back at the dragon. The dragon's eyes were filled with gloom, and it was clear that it was dying. The dragon's black scales began to rot, and you could even see the bloody flesh beneath them.

There was a hint of pity in the child's eyes, and then he withdrew his gaze, silently staring at the entrance of the cave, as if everything in the cave had nothing to do with the child.

The dragon girl tied the child up with a large rock and looked at the black dragon with a worried look. She ran to the dragon's side tremblingly, placed the dragon's head on her thigh, and then helped comb the dragon's facial whiskers. A trace of heartache flashed across her eyes. Looking at the endless night outside the cave, she said, "Awu, I'm useless. I helped him become a drought demon, but I can't get his corpse essence."

The dragon's dark eyes seemed to merge with that night, tinged with a hint of pity. If the Taoist priest hadn't pulled out his dragon tendons and destroyed his dragon marrow, he wouldn't have fallen to such a state.

But it has never harmed any living being and has practiced wholeheartedly with the Dragon Girl. Why should it be punished like this?

It was clearly a tender moment, but the child snorted coldly, "Death is near."

The child's eyes seemed to be mixed with broken stars, bright and dazzling, and even his voice was as cold as ever.

It gave Erlong a feeling that no one should get close to him.

The dragon girl slapped the child in the face, her face grim, and said, "Say it again."

The Dragon Girl's slap was real and without any mercy. Anyway, as long as the child was alive, she could control Mo Yu and the woman. She abused the child like this to let the child see clearly that it was impossible to escape.

The black dragon called Ah Wu had a look of dejection on his face. He said, "Long'er... I can't do it anymore. Please let him go."

Although there were five slap marks on the child's face, he seemed not to feel any pain at all. He still looked at the dragon girl with his icy eyes. The numbness in his eyes was as if he was looking at a dead person. In fact, the death aura from the dragon girl and the black dragon was getting stronger and stronger.

The child's face was calm, but his heart seemed to be in his throat. He knew that the smell of blood that fascinated him was slowly approaching.

He liked it, liked that taste, and at this moment ripples appeared in the child's eyes like dead water, and he knew that she was coming.

As if to confirm the child's guess, a cold shout came from the cave entrance, "Do you think you can touch my people?"

The situation is so tense that it is about to explode.