The spiritual shield made of dragon horns cracked, how could Mr. Long not feel it.

He almost couldn't control himself and let out a low roar of anger, swung his broken tail, and ran away even faster -

they were just three sixth-level golden dragons that cooperated well. If he fought with all his strength, he would be able to defeat them.

But, there was still his wife.

His horn was broken, and the protective shield he formed was not as strong as before. The aftermath of the battle would definitely affect her.

She was so fragile, he kept her in his heart and guarded her all the time, but he was afraid of losing her.

How could he let her get hurt?

But, these dragons hurt her.

It felt like flesh was being ripped out of his chest, and behind him was a roaring pursuer. Mr. Long quickly shuttled through the sea of ​​clouds. He was very fast, and his consciousness was completely undisguised. The powerful consciousness of the late seventh stage descended, and the three golden dragons thirty miles behind him were dizzy and bleeding from their mouths and noses.

Mr. Long took the opportunity to flip his huge body over, and a thick black mist emerged around him, covering half of the sky.

Mu Wanwan's world also went dark. Her head was buzzing. She swallowed several pills to feel better. She could faintly hear angry dragon roars from all directions. She just held Mr. Long's hair tightly and let him take her to any place.

The three golden dragons were unable to dodge and were directly wrapped by the surging black mist.

The Azure Dragon Voice Transmission Token lit up, and Mu Wanwan hurriedly put the token to her ear and heard Ao Qin's confident voice, "I have discussed with the elders of the Golden Dragon Clan. During the blood sacrifice, we only need to give some flesh and blood to a few elders of the Golden Dragon Clan."

His words were full of disdain for Mr. Long, "The three elders of the Golden Dragon Clan are powerful. They will definitely be able to catch this waste dragon." "

Lord Ao Qin is really far-sighted."

"The Waste King must be dead this time!"

Several voices flattered one after another. Mu Wanwan frowned and felt that the dragon under her was a little faster. She saw the huge broken horn beside his ear emitting a strong light.

It seemed like a demonstration, or as if he was expressing his anger.

A brilliant light lit up, and she heard Mr. Long groan in pain. Several scales fell off and flew into the black mist like sharp swords -

would it hurt if the scales fell off?

Mu Wanwan hugged his plush ears distressedly, holding the elixir in her mouth, tightly grasping the voice transmission order, praying that this escape would end quickly.

The mist was broken, and several golden flames spewed out, first sweeping up the sea of ​​fire and attacking the man and the dragon.

Mr. Long reacted quickly, and he was even more ruthless. Mu Wanwan did not feel the temperature of the flames, but saw the three golden dragons entangled in the black mist struggling desperately with blurry shadows.

After a moment, it seemed to let out a mournful cry and disappeared into the mist.

She was stunned for a moment, feeling the dragon beneath her speed up again, and vaguely heard an angry voice from the voice transmission order:

"Ao Qin, didn't you tell us that the Lord has only recovered 70% of his strength?" The third elder of the Golden Dragon Clan was entangled in the black mist, and his huge prototype was covered with wounds. He couldn't fly in the black mist at all, so he had to change into a human form and angrily vented his anger at a piece of voice transmission order left in the Golden Dragon Clan.

The second elder was also quite frightened by the black mist, and didn't give Ao Qin any face.

They were very strong. The three brothers were arrogant in the Dragon Clan. They had long disliked Ao Qin. A young man from the Green Dragon Clan was just playing tricks on them, so they were naturally furious.

Ao Qin, who was flying halfway from the Wu Clan border, immediately turned pale. He felt like he was slapped in the face. He almost crushed the voice transmission order with a gloomy face.

How could he recover so quickly? How is it possible?

He twisted his face and gritted his teeth, "Everyone, please be patient. When I return to the clan, I will definitely reward you this time."

"Humph." The great elder of the Golden Dragon Clan snorted coldly, which was considered as an agreement.

The three Golden Dragon brothers looked at each other and saw the dusty look in each other's eyes.

The third elder was especially struck by Mr. Dragon's scales on his arms and back, which pierced directly into his original flesh, causing more pain than before.

He only grimaced in pain, but before he could do anything, he saw another golden dragon looking at the black and red lines that suddenly appeared on his face with a surprised look, "Third brother, you, how come you are cursed?" The

third elder of the Golden Dragon Clan subconsciously stretched out his hand and saw a faint black light winding along his arm.

"Quick!" The first elder said quickly, "Pull out all his scales!"

The first elder felt a chill in his heart, as if he recalled the battle that made his master famous. He was too careless. Why did he think that he was cursed and only had 70% of his strength left and he took Ao Qin's job casually?

This was a disaster. The Great Elder gritted his teeth and took action. He could only stand on the side of Ao Qin. If he didn't kill this dragon, it would definitely become a demon in his heart on the road of cultivation!

...

Not to mention that the three elders of the Golden Dragon Clan discovered that Mr. Long's scales contained a curse, and they gritted their teeth and planned to fight Ao Qin. When Mu Wanwan and Mr. Long finally got rid of the pursuers and flew higher and higher,

Jiu Qing also came to Hua Yun's medicine shop with the Qiankun bag that Mu Wanwan had left for her.

Because of the sudden change, many dragons turned into dragons. The original dark clouds had already turned into thick rain clouds. The wind was raging in the market, and most people

The doors of the shops were tightly closed. Jiuqing knocked on the door, but no one opened it.

Instead, the door opposite was slowly pushed open. A dwarf dressed strangely appeared without an umbrella, with a pair of mechanical legs and black wounds all over his upper body. A wooden frame mechanical dog followed him, staring with cloudy eyes, and tapping the ground with a large iron hammer in his hand.

He looked very old, and his life breath was very weak.

"Are you looking for Lei Zi?"

Jiu Qing tapped her finger slightly. She did not leave directly as usual. Instead, she held up a small spiritual shield on Tie Bo's head and looked at the old dwarf who suddenly appeared strangely, "Who is Lei Zi?"

"That's..." Tie Bo coughed twice, "The owner of Hua Yun Pharmacy."

Jiu Qing frowned, "You know?"

"They just left." Tie Bo smiled, "To chase... the dragon just now."

"Dragon?" Jiu Qing looked at the dwarf who suddenly laughed and lifted her hair that was blown by the wind.

She asked, "Are you talking about the Dragon Lord?"

Tie Bo did not answer her question, and even ignored her, as if he was really a bad-tempered old man, puffing his face. He said, "Hey, wait a minute."

He stretched out his arm with difficulty, which was more shrunk than the last time Mu Wanwan saw him, and after struggling for a long time from the back of the bureau dog, he finally took out a jade token.

"Lei Zi's jade token." Tie Bo said, as if he had spent a lot of effort, and threw the jade token to Jiu Qing, panting, "It will be useful to you."

Jiu Qing took the jade token, "Thank you."

She wanted to leave after she finished speaking, but she saw that Tie Bo was holding a small gray bag in his hand. She frowned and felt his life breath getting dimmer and dimmer. In the end, she did not leave directly, but walked to Tie Bo and whispered, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

This dwarf could no longer be saved by elixirs or spiritual power. He had reached the end of his life and his soul was already exhausted. He helped her once, and she wanted to repay the karma.

Tiebo's cloudy eyes moved, and after coughing violently for a while, he said slowly, "That girl."

"The one... who gave you the Qian...Kun bag..." Tiebo said intermittently, "Is she gone?"

Jiuqing realized that he was talking about Mu Wanwan, and was a little confused, "What?"

Tiebo's protruding eyeballs turned, and it was hard to tell whether it was expectation or something in his voice, "She, and that dragon... are gone?"

After he finished speaking, his body seemed to have reached the limit, and he fell to the ground, his mechanical legs covered with mud and water -

he felt it the first time Mu Wanwan smashed the crystal ball.

The deadline was approaching, but he had been delaying it, wanting to know whether Mu Wanwan, after seeing her memories, would despise the dragon's past.

Jiu Qing got angry when he asked this question, and as soon as Mu Wanwan left, she opened the two Qiankun bags she had left for her.

The one for herself contained enough pills to completely restore her appearance, and the one for the owner of Hua Yun's medicine shop, in addition to a large number of low-level pills, also contained many spiritual plants that were obviously carefully cultivated.

In addition, there were many gifts, which were probably selected by the useless dragon, and they were of very poor taste.

The handwriting should be written by Mu Wanwan, very elegant and beautiful, but the signature is an ugly word, "dragon."

She didn't want to accept a dressing mirror inlaid with colorful gems and made of pure gold!

"She left with the dragon." Jiuqing's rosy lips curled up, looking at the dwarf in front of her who seemed to be relieved. Suddenly, she had an idea and thought of something. In Tie Bo's gradually dimming eyes, she took out a large night-shining pearl that shone faintly in the gloomy rainy day from the Qiankun bag given to Zong Shu, handed it to him, and asked tentatively, "A Tie?"

The dwarf's eyes widened slightly, and he recovered some spirit. Looking at the night-shining pearl with a note on her hand, a light flashed in his eyes.

Jiuqing seemed to understand something and stuffed the night pearl into his hand.

Tiebo tried hard to identify it, but he could hardly see clearly.

He tried for a long time, and his eyebrows, which had been wrinkled and made him look very ferocious, slowly relaxed as his eyes moved -

once in the cage, when the young dragon was injured and unable to move, he took advantage of it to scold and kick him wantonly, which seemed to be the guilt and shadow that lingered in his life.

Jiuqing saw the old dwarf looking at her with gratitude. His smile was really ugly. The bottom of his cloudy eyes seemed to be as clear as if the knot in his heart had been untied. He held out the gray bag in his hand to her.

Jiuqing saw his lips moving, and the wrinkles on his face were all filled with joy.

"Please..."

However, Jiuqing did not wait for the dwarf to say the next sentence.

He was too old.

So old that he had fallen asleep.

He would never wake up again.

The gray bag and the arm fell down together, hitting the ground, splashing water, and a palm-sized scale rolled out.

The golden scale fell into the mud, and countless densely packed words engraved on it emerged, like the regrets of countless nights -

"I'm sorry."

Jiuqing suddenly felt very sad. She picked up the scale, closed Tiebo's eyes, and saw the words on the night pearl clearly. It was the same as what was written on the gift given to them, without forgiveness, and no other special words.

Just two short lines of words, signed ugly -

"Thank you for taking care of my wife,

Long."