Upon hearing this, the two reacted with different expressions of anger.
Song Tingwan curled her lips in a mocking smile.
That's hilarious.
Even if memories disappear, love will not arise.
She wouldn't fall for a man who's all looks and no substance.
Shen Zhuochuan was so angry that he remained expressionless, holding his black and gold spear and searching his surroundings.
I wish I could poke holes in Fenqi all over his body.
The dragon laughed, "When I beat someone up later, I'll let you have two tails too."
Song Tingwan, who was listening nearby, couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile.
So all you dragons love is to flick your tails at people, huh?
Two dragons flew around in this space. Song Tingwan stood on the top of the white dragon, holding onto its horns to keep herself steady.
The flying swan flew around her wrist, and to guard against a sudden attack from the burning beast, one end of the swan tied Song Tingwan's hand to the dragon horn.
It's because none of the divine artifacts she possesses can completely suppress the burning effect.
Song Tingwan sighed. Shen Zhuochuan's distraction was about to exhaust its power and fall back into slumber. Although the demonic dragon seemed to have no ill intentions towards them, it was, after all, a demonic dragon that had committed countless evil deeds in the past.
I regret that I cannot entrust her with my trust.
Hopefully, they can find traces of Fenqi before Shen Zhuochuan leaves.
Two dragons darted back and forth in the sky. After a while, the demonic dragon stopped and muttered some incantation, causing the world to change color.
The rain poured down without warning.
Shen Zhuochuan thoughtfully erected a defensive barrier for her, and the white dragon, soaked in the rain, darted about amidst the dark, thunderous lightning.
The rain fell heavily, and the sky turned dark.
The white dragon stood out amidst the lightning and thunder.
The dragon was pitch black, and occasionally a glint of light could be seen from its scales as it swam.
"Hahaha... I finally caught you."
As the white dragon gently lifted Song Tingwan back to the ground, transforming back into human form and gazing at her with deep affection and worry, just as it was about to disappear, the demon dragon's unrestrained and hearty laughter resounded through the sky.
Shen Zhuochuan and Song Tingwan turned around in the rain and looked at the enormous demonic dragon claw in mid-air, which was gripping Fenqi.
Shen Zhuochuan breathed a sigh of relief. Amid the pattering rain, he gently instructed her, "Although Senior Demon Dragon is of the same race as me, you still need to be careful. I imagine that since Senior Demon Dragon is going to beat up that great demon, his domain won't be withdrawn for a while. Ayao and I will find a way to get in."
"Don't be afraid."
Song Tingwan smiled gently, took his hand and said, "Yes, I'm not afraid."
He was clearly more worried than I was.
Shen Zhuochuan's figure gradually faded away.
Finally, he glanced at the burning waste in the dragon's claws, a fierce glint flashing across his eyes.
He'll find a way to get back in.
How dare they treat her like that.
This great demon should no longer exist in the world.
After Shen Zhuochuan disappeared, Song Tingwan reactivated her protective artifact, just to have peace of mind, regardless of whether it would work.
but…
Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck her.
These two in front of me are demons.
Demon.
Why not use Buddhist treasures to deal with them?
My reaction time has really been affected so much that it's dropped drastically.
Song Tingwan silently gathered all the Buddhist treasures and placed them on the outermost edge of her storage space.
In case of unforeseen circumstances.
The dragon grabbed Burning Away, tossed him away, and then swung its tail.
It was caught in its claws again.
Repeated several times.
Burning didn't suffer any real harm, but it was still tormented quite a bit.
It mainly excels in insulting demons.
Song Tingwan cautiously distanced herself, waiting for the domain to be reclaimed.
But after initially crying out in pain, Fenqi began to beg for mercy.
The change was so sudden that Song Tingwan squinted and looked closely.
The dragon released a wisp of demonic energy during the high-altitude throw.
Song Tingwan couldn't understand the differences in demonic energy, but each wisp of demonic energy caused Fen Qi to scream in agony.
"Master! Please, Master! Don't use spatial power!"
The dragon grabbed him and placed him before its murky dragon eyes.
"Ha, when you buried me underground to sleep, why didn't you think of this day?"
"But your disciple didn't kill you! Your disciple remembers your kindness and couldn't bear to let you die, so I just let you sleep!"
He burned his right hand, which hung limply at his sides, and loudly defended himself.
With a mocking flick of its tail, the dragon shattered the already ruined city, sending the paper figures flying in the wind.
You can almost see the lifelike expression of the paper figure.
"You didn't kill me? You just wanted to use my territory to achieve your goals, right?"
The dragon finished speaking irritably, then angrily threw him away: "So, I should thank you?"
He had a bad temper to begin with, otherwise he wouldn't have become a violent and demonic fallen dragon.
He's suffered so much; we can't just let him off so easily.
"Little Bai's Daoist partner, watch closely, this senior will avenge you as well."
The dragon turned its head, and Song Tingwan smiled at him from afar, saying, "Thank you, senior."
She bowed slightly, which pleased the dragon greatly.
A good-looking and polite junior.
It should belong to the younger generation of their dragon clan.
How dare that rebellious son of his covet others?
The demon dragon was furious. Just then, he turned around and saw that the bastard he had smashed into the mud was about to use his talent to escape again. He sneered.
Catching up at a leisurely pace.
"I've marked you. You can run away if you want."
The demonic dragon flew leisurely in mid-air, completely unconcerned.
A slight distortion came from the space, and Song Tingwan frowned, sensing something was wrong.
"senior--"
Sure enough, the next instant Fenqi suddenly appeared behind her and reached out to grab her.
In the blink of an eye, the light of the Buddhist treasure flashed by, and Fenqi, burning with fear, retreated backward, while the demonic dragon that had just appeared also dragged Fenqi backward.
“You little girl, you actually possess a Buddha lotus, and even a nine-layered Buddha lotus.”
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