As Jiu Qing finished speaking, the beastmen and nine-tailed foxes that were ambushing within a few miles of the Demon King's palace rushed over in almost no time. The Sun-Eating Rat Clan elders and royal family members who were holding the beauty and bragging wildly in the hall also reacted quickly.

Unfortunately, the assassin had already seized the initiative, and several spiritual powers, combined with moves that were intended to kill the opponent, directly smashed the Demon Clan palace that had just been built into rubble.

"Quick! Protect the king!" The elder anxiously dodged the branches and leaves of the flower lady that were holding the poisonous thorns, and wanted to press the internal voice transmission order of the Sun-Eating Rat Clan, but before he could send the message, he felt a pain in his waist and abdomen.

"Puff!"

The elder slowly lowered his head and saw a gorgeous black rose tearing his dantian, from which flowed the lavender blood that belonged only to the royal family.

The angry voice of the rose demon came to his ears, "Grand Elder, when you slaughtered my entire clan, did you ever think that this day would come?"

The flowers were poisonous, and it was obviously the Morten toxin sold by the Special Life Alliance. Why would it...

The great elder looked at the happy and painful expression of the rose demon, as if he saw the sea of ​​roses that he had slaughtered and eaten up in order to reward his soldiers for their victory.

If I had known earlier, I should have done it more decisively.

Before he died, he still had no regrets.

The same scene happened in every corner of the demon clan's capital. In the past, the Sun-Eating Rat clan had taken more than one or two tribes. Many weak demons were exploited and persecuted, and they were always in despair, but they had no way out.

Now, someone led them to do what they wanted to do but could not do.

The cowardly demons would never waste the opportunity for revenge again.

——The Sun-Eating Rat clan's king spurted blood, and a dull pain came from his heart. He looked at the smiling fox spirit in front of him with bloodshot eyes, and quickly calmed down.

He was not a weakling with no strength. He reacted quickly, covered the wound with one hand, spit out most of the wine, and quickly used the spiritual power in his body to transform back to his original form, the Sun-Eating Rat, and escape quickly.

However, when he used his spiritual power, he felt that the spiritual power in his dantian, which was about to break through to the late sixth level, seemed to be detonated in an instant. The fragile demon pill cracked, and the surging spiritual power became chaotic, almost instantly bursting most of his meridians that were originally considered tough.

He could no longer transform back into a demon.

"Fuck." Sun-Eating Rat cursed softly, "Mo Teng Toxin!"

"You have good vision."

Mo Teng Toxin, one drop can destroy a fifth-level strongman, and three drops can cause a sixth-level strongman's spiritual power riot.

The Special Life Alliance produces one drop every hundred years, and this time they were given five drops.

Jiuqing was not ready to waste time talking to him. The nine tails turned from fluffy to hard, and the hands turned into claws. There was a bright red light in the corners of the eyes, and the lips were raised, "Die for my Nine-tailed Fox Clan!"

When the claws were about to scratch the head of the Sun-Eating Rat, Jiuqing saw a light of success in his eyes.

"Self-detonation is not a loss under the poison of the vine." The Sun-Eating Rat Beast laughed, and its body expanded rapidly. The spiritual power swept across the body, almost knocking everyone to the ground.

Not good!

Jiuqing's pupils contracted, and she roared, "Retreat!"

Less than three breaths after she finished speaking, a powerful explosion brought a shock wave that was so strong that it was almost silent. The lavender blood mist exploded, and the demon clan palace was completely shattered into powder.

...

After a while:

"...Ahem." An arm covered with lavender and red blood stretched out from under the ruins of the palace. Jiuqing crawled out in a wolf-like manner, her clothes torn into pieces. She just took out a random piece from her bag and chopped it on her body.

She spat a few times, spitting out the blood and dirt in her mouth. There were several blood scars on her fair face. The most terrifying thing was that there were only seven tails left of the nine dancing behind her.

"It hurts so much." Jiuqing whispered, and her spiritual power circulated, flying into the air. Her pupils turned deep purple. With her hands holding up the spiritual power, Jiuqing gritted her teeth and lifted all the rubble by herself.

Uncle Chen and Aunt Hua also recovered quickly and helped rescue the injured.

After cleaning up almost the entire place, Uncle Chen still didn't see the shadow of Uncle Zong. He frowned and looked at Aunt Hua with an inquiring look.

"Don't worry, it's okay." Aunt Hua was also anxious. The two of them searched for a while before finally finding Uncle Zong, who was covered in blood, in a corner.

He was still conscious, but he couldn't speak. There were corpses of Sun-Eating Rat all around him.

Uncle Chen quickly checked and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that he was only seriously injured and not seriously injured. Uncle

Zong reacted quickly. When the aftermath of the self-explosion came over, he quickly hid behind a royal Sun-Eating Rat and avoided most of the impact, but the remaining was enough for him to drink a pot of wine.

He looked at Uncle Chen and asked him the question, which was a bit serious. "The plan was successful overall, but we underestimated the strength of the Sun-Eating Rat King, which caused a lot of losses."

Jiu Qing also walked in exhausted. "Who knew that he could survive the explosion after being poisoned by two drops of Mo Teng Toxin?"

She was very sarcastic. "Don't mention that there are still most of the weak royal Sun-Eating Rats in the palace. He didn't care about the future of the Sun-Eating Rats for revenge when he was about to die."

Uncle Chen helped Uncle Zong up. "In his eyes, he is the most important person."

"Jiuqing." Aunt Hua glanced at the many broken remains of the flower demon on the ground, "Hurry up and pass the message to the Special Life Alliance, and get rid of the remnants as soon as possible."

Uncle Zong's voice was hoarse like a broken bellows, "Wanwan."

Uncle Chen hit him on the head, "I know."

One day, when this side is stable, they will be able to help Mu Wanwan.

Uncle Zong coughed, and the beast pattern on his face dimmed a little. After hearing his assurance, he reluctantly closed his eyes full of sand. To him, Mu Wanwan is a benefactor and a daughter-like existence.

He has no ability and can only do this.

I hope that the dragon clan and the witch clan will move slower and give his beloved descendants more time.

——Mu Wanwan, who was missed, had not yet recovered from the violent shock in her sea of ​​consciousness.

She was struck by a feeling several times stronger than the previous connection with the dragon. When the dragon finally withdrew its consciousness and no longer wanted to express its huge emotions, her sea of ​​consciousness had already turned into a mess.

His consciousness had not yet dissipated, and it was connected to hers, merging little by little. Mu Wanwan only felt that her originally weak consciousness had expanded rapidly in this short yet long period of time, becoming much fuller. Her

spiritual senses made her whole body weak, and she couldn't move at all. Her back was soaked, and there was a layer of fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

"Wanwan." Perhaps it was because they understood each other's feelings, or perhaps it was the first time that he tried such a novel use of consciousness. While he was extremely satisfied in his heart and spirit, it was also as if some racial talent was dimly lit up. He was very excited and hugged her stickyly.

"..." He was incredibly heavy and tall, pressing on her. Mu Wanwan felt that she could hardly breathe. His long hair was scattered on her neck, itching her.

Mu Wanwan felt a little powerless, "Loosen, loosen up."

She heard a hoarse and deliberately drawn-out voice from Longsha, with a burning breath, lightly sprinkled on her ear, like licking, "No."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She subconsciously dodged for a moment, and Mr. Long's lips accidentally brushed against her ear. Both of them blushed.

The two of them withdrew their consciousness and could not see each other's red faces. Mu Wanwan only felt that the innocent and obedient dragon was gone. She struggled a few times and wanted to lift her legs to escape, but accidentally touched something she shouldn't touch...

Mu Wanwan: "……………………?!!"

Mr. Long's muscles suddenly stiffened as he hugged her, and a broken gasp came out of his thin lips.

"Don't, don't move." The experienced dragon didn't know what was wrong with him. He vaguely knew that this was a normal reaction. He would do this many times with his wife, but his wife didn't notice it.

And although he had no experience, he was not a dragon who knew nothing.

He was still very clear that if two dragons hugged each other without clothes, a little dragon would be born.

Now they were still wearing clothes, so it should be fine.

Mr. Long was almost dying of embarrassment, and he fanned the wind in his ears to cool himself down. "Wedlock."

Mu Wanwan: "?"

Mr. Long mustered up his courage, and finally raised his head, looking at her with a pair of golden eyes, "I can't have a little dragon if I haven't married you yet."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Didn't the original body have married Mr. Long before? Although Mr. Long hadn't woken up at that time, she hadn't traveled through time yet...

Wait.

A guess slowly arose in her heart, and she looked at him in disbelief.

Mr. Long kissed her wet eyes, "That's not you."

Mu Wanwan bit her lip, "When..."

"Probably when you first cultivated a spiritual plant." Mr. Long kissed her eye sockets lovingly, "Such a pure soul is nothing like her."

When did he realize that she was not the "Mu Wanwan" who only cried and had no sympathy?

Mr. Long closed his eyelids tenderly, hiding the terrible greed in his eyes. He had discovered it a long time ago.

"You don't mind..."

He didn't mind that she was just a lonely and helpless soul in another world, he didn't mind that she didn't have such a halo before, he didn't mind that she was just an ordinary soul who loved him deeply.

"No." Mr. Long smiled, with small pear-shaped swirls on his cheeks.

She was his treasure, a unique treasure.

"So." Mr. Long put his lips to hers, blushing and whispering, "When Long comes back, we'll get married. Madam, are you willing?"

Mu Wanwan's eyes were wet, and her voice was crying, "Yes, I'll marry you."

"When Long comes back, we'll kill the bad dragons. Madam, will you join me?"

"Yes, together."

Mr. Long chuckled and licked her lips in an ambiguous and bold way, "Then..."

"When Long comes back, Madam, I'll give birth to a hundred little dragons for him. Are you willing?"

"Yes..." Mu Wanwan was stunned, and the tears that were about to overflow were held back. A sour emotion blocked her heart, unable to go up or down.

Big stupid dragon, give her back her feelings!!