Veins popped out on Ao Qin's forehead, and he uttered angry words through his teeth, "Wu Yao, why should I believe you?"

Wu Yao looked aside nonchalantly, "You can choose not to believe me, but I'm not the one who has the use of his body."

Ao Qin suddenly looked up at him, his face grim, his heart chilled, and his eyes filled with unspeakable shock, "What are you talking about!"

Wu Yao grinned, "You dragons have been following the rules for a long time, do you really think that we other tribes are all fools?"

Wu Yao looked at his suddenly changed expression with a half-smile, as if he thought it wasn't funny enough, and added, "Didn't the previous leader die because of this?"

"Wu Yao." Ao Qin exuded a strong murderous intent. "You'd better control your words and actions."

Wu Yao saw Ao Qin, who was always famous for his elegance, showing such an expression. He knew that he would not do anything to him, so he did not continue to provoke him.

Ao Qin's face was sullen, and he said, "We'll talk next time."

Then he hurried away. As soon as he left the barrier, he couldn't wait to transform into a dragon and quickly flew towards the territory.

He wanted to see if that useless hybrid dragon was really awake!

After Ao Qin turned into a green dragon and flew away, Wu Yao laughed for a long time in a rather mocking way

. Ao Bing, the last leader of the dragon clan, was seriously injured after a battle with his father, but he was far from dying from having his dragon horns cut off.

The reason why he died prematurely was that the old guys of the green dragon clan wanted his heart blood to continue his life.

But that useless dragon was stupid enough and had already protected others from many insults, both openly and secretly.

Did they really think they were good friends?

Wu Yao's hairy laughter echoed in the air. The dragon clan was so interesting, so interesting.

The most powerful branch was calculating all day long, while the other four tribes were also eyeing their own small plots of land, fighting each other, and surrounding the treasures left by the previous cultivators.

The current monarch is also stupid. He is obviously extremely powerful and talented, but he did not abandon those inappropriate feelings. When he heard that the monster he had hatched before might be a precious chaos beast, he was split into four parts and swallowed by demons, witches, humans, and abyss monsters.

He killed all the way from the demon clan to the abyss, and fought seven alone. He was really stupid.

Although this news is indeed not completely false.

However, it was not divided into seven parts, but it has always been in their witch clan.

Wu Yao smiled and retracted his smile. With his fingers flipping deftly, the ground cracked, and Wu Yao walked into a secret room.

On the bed at one side lay a witch who was unconscious and had no human form.

Wu Yao bowed to him with great respect, "Father."

Then, he slowly walked behind the witch, where a demon was imprisoned in a seventh-level spiritual jade. A

black mist was faintly floating in the translucent jade. A hoarse roar seemed to be heard in the air, a sound that made people's hair run all over their bodies, but Wu Yao seemed to be very happy to hear it.

"The Chaos Beast is indeed worthy of its reputation. It has been sucked for more than a hundred years, but it still has a trace of consciousness." He looked at the black mist with a bit of obsession, and put his palm on the spirit jade. The next moment, the feeling of a soul trembling was so wonderful that he screamed. With greed in his eyes, Wu Yao loosened his hand -

he had been stuck in the middle of the sixth level for many years. Only during the period when his father was in a coma did he have the qualification to enjoy the qualification of sucking a trace of Chaos Soul every day. In just two months, his cultivation has been improved by a small realm and reached the level of the late sixth level.

Wu Yao knew very well what he wanted. He wanted to become the first ascended witch in ten thousand years.

Unfortunately, his talent is limited, and this chaos is on the verge of collapse. Apart from the treasures that may appear in some secret realms to help him break through, the only way is to seize talent.

But his father has already failed in this way.

Wu Yao clenched his fists. Could it be that their Wu clan is really inferior to other clans?

There was a dangerous light in his eyes. His father failed, perhaps because he accepted everyone and his Wu body was not pure enough.

If he, Wu Yao, could find the talents of some people with extraordinary talents, would everything be different?

Thinking about something in his heart, Wu Yao's smile grew bigger and bigger.

——Half a minute ago, in a mansion in the suburbs:

Jiu Qing was half lying on the bed, lazily looking at the voice transmission order she got from Ao Xue two days ago.

"Why has this thing been silent for so many days?" Jiu Qing played with it for a while, and stared at the lifelike green dragon head engraved on it for a while.

She has been a little dazed these days. If she ignores the existence of Bai Shuiyao, she seems to have returned to the days of love with Ao Xue.

The curse mark on her face has been reduced a lot. Spending more time applying thick rouge every day can cover up a lot. Coupled with the natural charm of the nine-tailed fox clan, Ao Xue really obeys her.

But.

Her eyes flashed with cold light, and she was no longer the silly girl before.

Five years is nothing to the demon race, but it is enough for her to see a person's true heart.

Bai Shuiyao's face has improved a lot in the past few days, and the man began to waver again.

But this time, she can no longer be sad.

"Madam, please, don't let the old man drive me away." Bai Shuiyao's crying voice came from outside the room. Jiu Qing frowned impatiently, opened the door, and saw Bai Shuiyao kneeling on the ground, and Ao Xue who seemed helpless.

"Old man." Bai Shuiyao was about to cry, her eyes were full of grievances, and there was a trace of deep hatred.

She knew that her face was definitely not an accident, and she also knew that Aoxue only looked at the face. She originally thought that Jiuqing could not threaten her, and even agreed with Aoxue to send some guards to help her get revenge in the next few days.

She never forgot that Mu Wanwan was unwilling to help her go to the cold palace near the forbidden area to be punished, and she would marry her after this matter was settled.

But fortunately, she didn't know whether it was a natural gift or something else, a beautiful face could not be ruined, and the scar healed almost in a few days, and she lured Aoxue back.

"I am willing to be a maid, as long as I can accompany the master, even if I have no official status." Bai Shuiyao cried, and with the shallow scar on her cheek, she really looked a bit sympathetic.

Ao Xue's heart softened again, after all, this woman really made his heart beat in bed.

He looked at Jiuqing in embarrassment, "Jiu'er, what do you think?"

Jiuqing raised her eyebrows, with a bright red at the corners of her eyes, "Why, are you forcing me to acknowledge her status?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Aoxue's face turned a little ugly. He reached out and helped Bai Shuiyao, who was kneeling on the ground, up, and said in a cold tone, "Jiuer, I haven't disliked you all these years. I really like Yaoyao. I promise that she will be the last one."

Ao Xue said, looking at Jiuqing, his eyes full of confidence that she would be willing to forgive him.

His eyes were like a sharp knife, and the disdain of being deeply loved made her heart hurt as if it was torn open.

Why does he think that he can't live without him?

Why does he think that she must love him?

Jiuqing narrowed his eyes, but the corners of his lips were raised.

"Madam, it's all my fault. You can beat me or scold me, but please don't ignore the old man. He has lost a lot of weight these days." Bai Shuiyao sobbed, and Ao Xue felt really distressed after hearing what she said.

"What did you say? Jiu'er is not that kind of person. She won't tolerate you." Ao Xue said, and the two looked at Jiuqing together.

He looked at her affectionately, as if waiting for her to nod like she had given in countless times before.

The Qinglong voice transmission order hidden in his sleeves lit up, and Ao Qin's rather angry voice reached Jiuqing's mind——

"The king has woken up, and the blood sacrifice plan has changed. All Qinglong people in the capital should be quickly encircled and suppressed."

Jiuqing was shocked, and his first reaction was to quickly inform Mu Wanwan.

Today is the day when Mu Wanwan goes out once every ten days. Could it be that she was just discovered today?

Jiuqing had thousands of thoughts in her mind in an instant. Ao Xue had collected some materials many times before, and the circumstances of going out were consistent with the word "blood sacrifice".

She was not unfamiliar with blood sacrifice. It turned out that the dragon clan did not kill their king, in addition to not being able to get his horn, there was also such a reason.

No wonder Ao Xue has been so indifferent to her recently. Is she dreaming of getting more pure flesh and blood in the blood sacrifice and breaking through the fourth and fifth levels to become a strong man?

Jiuqing felt a chill in her heart. She did not hesitate, but stepped forward to tell Mu Wanwan the news.

But when she wanted to leave, someone stopped her.

Bai Shuiyao hugged Jiuqing's thigh tightly and cried, "Madam, please."

"I will only stay by my side, no matter what you want to do to me."

Jiuqing had lost her patience and kicked Bai Shuiyao to the ground. She showed an extremely beautiful smile to the angry Aoxue, with her red lips raised and a scorching smile in the corners of her eyes, "I agree."

Aoxue was stunned in place, and the next moment, he found that the person who had stopped in front of him disappeared.

She was much stronger than him, and he could only see a touch of red corners of her clothes, flashing a light that made his heart palpitate under the sun.

Aoxue seemed to wake up from a dream. He seemed to recall the first time he met her at the demon clan banquet -

a flaming red skirt and a stunning face.

Bai Shuiyao tugged at Ao Xue's sleeve, with a look of grievance in her eyes, "Master, it hurts a little."

She didn't know why Jiuqing suddenly changed his words, but it was a good thing for her.

Ao Xue touched the scar on her face with pity. Bai Shuiyao leaned on his chest, but Ao Xue felt something was not right in her heart.

It was as if she had lost something.

——And at this moment, perhaps because of some intuition, Mr. Long was always a little uneasy.

He controlled Hongye and set an illusion on her, so that when she returned to the mansion in the evening, she would not attract other people's attention.

There was also an illusion set up in the yard before, which should be able to last for a while.

But he always felt something was wrong. He looked at the lady beside him who was looking at him. The cold wind blew up the light gauze on the edge of her veil, and he could vaguely see her with some shy smile.

He gently lifted her veil and met her puzzled eyes, "Mr. Long, what's wrong with you?"

Mu Wanwan saw him shake his head, put down his big hand, unnaturally took her hand, and stood beside her.

Mu Wanwan was quite helpless and walked side by side with him on the road.

They passed the entrance of the market smoothly, and those people did not notice the existence of Mr. Long.

She felt a little complicated, mixed with joy -

such a strong, gentle, shy and awkward Long belonged to her.

A man and a dragon walked on the street. Mu Wanwan blushed as he held her hand. "Speak softly. Uncle Zong is a lion beastman. We relied on him to get through the difficulties."

"We have to meet Jiuqing later. You should know him."

Mu Wanwan said. Before she left, she had already told Mr. Long all this.

"Okay." Mr. Long responded. When they walked to an alley, he suddenly said, "Gift."

Mu Wanwan was stunned for a moment before she realized that Mr. Long was talking about the gift he prepared for Uncle Zong and the others to thank them for their care for her.

She curled her lips in a bit of laughter and tears, "Bring them all"

"Bring them all" Before she finished the words, a strong wind blew by her side, blowing off her veil.

There was a pulling force on her wrist, and Mu Wanwan was protected by Mr. Long behind him.

The strong wind dissipated, and Mu Wanwan saw the person in front of her clearly, "Jiu Qing?"

Jiu Qing said immediately when she saw her, "Run quickly, your husband's awakening has been discovered."

Mu Wanwan's eyes widened, and she was a little unresponsive.

Discovered? But he was fine this morning, how could he be discovered?

Jiuqing said in a hurry, and handed the voice transmission order of the Qinglong tribe to her, "I didn't lie to you, this is the voice transmission order of the Qinglong tribe, I have removed the marks of me and Aoxue, you can hear their news after you drip blood to recognize the master."

"There are many strong people in the Qinglong tribe, and many of them have recently rushed back from other territories to prepare for the blood sacrifice of the king." Jiuqing said, holding her wrist, "Don't worry about your dragon husband, you can't fight against the Qinglong tribe, you come with me."

"I will take you back to the demon tribe and I will definitely protect you."

She said and held Mu Wanwan's hand.

Mu Wanwan was shocked, and then calmed down quickly.

Jiuqing didn't need to lie to her, otherwise they might be discovered. She calmly shook off Jiuqing's hand, "Jiuqing, thank you, but I can't."

Before she finished speaking, Jiuqing was furious, "Why are you so stupid? What's good about dragons? They are greedy and selfish, and will only make you keep giving."

"Your Lord, your husband, even if he gave you a drop of his heart blood, what did he do for you when you were so hard? Does he know how careful you are every time you go to the market for a few spirit stones? Does he know how much you like him?" Jiuqing's emotions were obviously very excited. She looked at Mu Wanwan, as if she saw herself back then.

Such eyes and such expressions meant that she was unwilling to leave and was deeply in love.

But she was wrong once, and she didn't want to see someone like her.

Dragon.

Dragon.

The most untrustworthy creature in the world.

Jiuqing stared at Mu Wanwan closely, her words were sharp, and every word was heartbreaking, "He doesn't know that the dragon clan is ruthless. Now that he has woken up, it is impossible for you to win compared to the power of the entire Qinglong clan. Listen to me and go with me. He is just a burden to you!"

Jiuqing's eyes were full of hatred and pain, "Dragons are untrustworthy!"

"Don't say it." Mu Wanwan couldn't listen any more, and she shook off Jiuqing's hand.

Although she knew that Jiuqing was doing it for her own good, she couldn't stand her talking about Mr. Long like that.

When she heard the word "burden", she was almost scared to death.

She could feel Mr. Long's hand holding hers sliding down little by little, and she didn't even dare to look at Long's expression.

He was originally a shrew, and she was afraid that he would become a burden to her, even though she didn't care at all.

"Don't be stubborn." Jiu Qing narrowed her eyes and decided to get rid of him directly, "Come with me."

She was a fifth-level warrior, and although Mu Wanwan resisted hard, she still held her wrist tightly.

Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long who was standing there with his head down in disbelief, feeling extremely aggrieved in her heart. It was he who said he would take her away, why did he stop now?

Mu Wanwan gritted her teeth and grabbed Mr. Long's arm. When she opened her mouth, her voice was hoarse and crying, "Your Majesty, didn't you say you would take me away?" As soon as

she finished speaking, Jiuqing's pupils shrank slightly, and she subconsciously stopped moving. Mu Wanwan took the opportunity to break free from her hand and threw herself into the arms of Mr. Long, who was like a sculpture.

She grabbed his collar tightly.

She wanted to look up at his appearance, but warm tears fell on her face.

From his eyes, drops hit her face, and fell along his cheeks to his lips, bitter.

They were Mr. Long's tears.