Arad's crooked savior

Ye Lin drank the other person's water quite righteously, and honestly gave the weak-legged little witch a big horse ride, holding her smooth and well-proportioned calves, and said with a smile: "In a sense, this is also an unforgettable experience, isn't it? .”

"Hey~ Just be glib."

Yimi Wu blushed and hummed softly. She pinched his cheeks with her little hands and pulled them to both sides. This guy had a flexible eel in his mouth and liked to dig into watery places.

The time was approaching late at night, and the waning moon was setting in the sky, shining an overwhelming red light. The flames all over the city were swaying and burning, which was extremely eerie. There was still an ominous and evil atmosphere.

The dragon clan fights and kills each other, the losers become delicious blood food, the winners get to burn their blood, and there are many people who evolve on the spot.

The dragon clan has undergone a round of "purification". Although the number is smaller, the surviving dragon clan is obviously more ferocious and cruel, with a cold blood light in the pupils, and the evil aura is overwhelming.

"Bakar gave Tianjie a long enough time, or he was actually tired of waiting and impatient." Ye Lin said.

Yimi Wu hummed softly, resting her chin on his shoulder and wrapping her delicate arms around his neck. An uninformed person might have thought they were a brother and sister due to their intimate appearance.

The prison of battle in the city

A soldier of the Union Army spat hard, then raised his head proudly and said: "Ugly lizards, one day, your blood will cover the heavens."

The Dragon Clan took the captured Union Army soldiers to the Prison of War, and made them kill each other just like watching the Colosseum. Only one person survived, and the weapon he was given was only a short knife.

Some people would rather die than give in and show their pride, while others chose to live and stabbed their colleagues in the back with daggers wildly waving around.

After seeing it, Yimi Wu's appreciation for the rise of the Dragon King disappeared instantly.

I accidentally forgot that even in the demon world where the jungle is more predatory, Bakar is also a notorious tyrant.

Some scholars described Bakar this way, "He stood in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, with his wings covered with the corpses of the deceased, all in pieces, and the blood coagulated on the scales was thicker than the scales themselves."

Some scholars also joked that if Bakar had not escaped from the demon world, he would have probably been the first to suppress the Black-Eyed Demon Emperor when the power of the Kaxiu Sect surged.

Because of the Dragon King's natural character, no one is allowed to be more arrogant than him. Of course, when Niyali comes, no one will dare to be more arrogant than Niyali.

Tyrant, butcher, evil dragon... there are many titles given to Bakar by the heaven, but they are all words that symbolize darkness and terror, and absolutely none of them contain any praise.

Yimiwu suddenly recalled something and said excitedly: "By the way, I remember that the birth of Sister Noelni from the Alien Tribe was due to a drop of water of life. In other words, Bakar may still have a small amount of water of life in his hand. Hey, you drank my water, give it back to me."

Bakar is an extremely egotistical character who acts haphazardly. Even the wise Held cannot figure out what he is thinking.

The extremely precious water of life, a divine object full of various legends, he actually generously gave a drop to the weak Alien Clan, just because the Alien Clan supported him in the Dragon War.

"Actually..." Ye Lin hesitated and said, "I have a nutrient-rich water pipe..."

"Shut up, that choker."

In the second half of the night, Yimiwu was looking for a dragon that caught his eye, hoping to make beautiful dolls to decorate his doll forest and dark house.

In addition to the Nine-Tails...and now the Eight-Tails Blona, ​​the little witch is also eyeing the dragon fairy Ninpa, whose wings are as beautiful as butterflies.

However, Ningpa's status in the dragon clan is quite high. He often goes to the main hall to listen to the Dragon King's orders, and sometimes he protects Sara. Yimiwu didn't touch her first.

A fire broke out overnight, and the city was filled with blood.

Due to the emergence of additional factors from different dimensions, the supposedly established history is slightly different from the original one. For example, the Dragon's Waning Moon Celebration on the first night did not appear in history.

next day

The morning sun that dispelled the chill and the light rising from the sky could not penetrate the almost solid smell of blood in Dragon City.

Sarah Wayne and a team of dragons left Dragon City, accompanied by high-level dragons.

A quite active coalition army appeared in the northern region of Tianjie Continent. The specific name of the organization is unknown. It planned many attacks. Ningpa ordered them all to be killed without leaving any survivors.

The Venn family had been stationed there before and was very familiar with the terrain and the distribution of towns in the heaven. Sarah could help the Dragon Clan.

However, because of the coded letter on the parchment, Ningpa became suspicious of Sarah, and ordered the accompanying high-level dragons to kill Sarah and her family if she made any move.

"Ah!! Who took my money."

In a corner of the city, in an underground secret room, an extremely angry roar suddenly came out, as if he wanted to shout out his heart, liver, and lungs, completely breaking the calmness of the early morning.

The eyes of the evil boy Swann, a boy from the Dragon tribe, were red. His unusually thick left arm swelled again, and his inconspicuous short head grew a giant dragon-like claw, covered with rock-like dragon scales.

Swann easily opened the iron door of the vault, and the hard metal was as hard to hold as mud in his hands.

He was furious. The vaults and several oversized storage rooms that had been filled with gold coins, gold nuggets and gems the night before were now empty only of choking dust and damp lichen moss.

Swann has a hobby of collecting treasures, but he has no intention of cleaning diligently. In this regard, he is very similar to Yimi Wu. He just piles the gold bricks in the basement without bothering to care.

However, the thief seemed to be deliberately mocking him. Not only did he remove all the gold in one night, but he also used a piece of white paper to pave the way for him in the middle of the last room, leaving him with the only polished gold. Bright gold coins.

"Do you want to die? Who is it?"

The gold that he had worked hard to collect for hundreds of years was hollowed out by thieves overnight, and a gold coin was deliberately left as a mockery. Swann's chest was about to explode with anger.

He rushed out of the treasury angrily, grabbed the neck of a passing dragon man with his thick dragon claws, and asked sharply: "Did you steal my gold?"

"no no……"

Boom!

The dragon's claws suddenly tightened, and Swann cruelly crushed the opponent's neck and head, and immediately rushed to the next target.

"Did you steal my gold?"

Then a mournful cry echoed around.

Regardless of whether they were humans or dragons, everyone whom Swann encountered would be questioned, and then their heads would be brutally crushed.

Swann is different from those naturally powerful dragons. He is a relatively rare mutant, a young dragon born in the heaven.

Swann had a memory of being bullied as a child. When dragons of the same age began to become majestic, the dragon scales on his body were still as thin as crisp ice, and his immature claws could not even scratch the bark of trees, and the dragon horns were also weak. There is only one.

The appearance of thin arms and legs is the lowest even among dragon people.

No matter where he went, Swann was greeted with merciless ridicule and beatings until he was covered with bruises, and then laughed at his body, which was as fragile as glass.

The reason why he was not killed was purely because some dragons wanted to have fun.

After being beaten to the point of death again, a flood of hellish memories poured out. Swann developed a deep disgust for his weak body. If he could grow up normally, if he also had majestic claws~

His psychology was extremely twisted but unable to take revenge, so he began to mutilate himself. He used his fragile palms to claw into the hard earth, and it didn't matter if his fingers were broken one by one. It seemed that only this kind of pain could vent his resentment.

When his life was about to dissipate, a warm force surrounded him, and his broken left hand underwent an astonishing change, becoming as majestic as a giant dragon, with extremely sharp claws.

According to the analysis of some high-level dragons, Master Bakar probably appreciated his long-term oppression and was trapped in a twisted and dark heart, and gave him a claw that was as destructive as the three giant dragons.

The destructive power of Swann's left hand is comparable to that of the mad dragon Hess.

After his rebirth, Swann was called a "bad boy". He also smiled when he killed, the happiest smile, the most cruel method, and at the same time he had a perverted obsession with gold.

"Did you steal my gold?"

His hobby of collecting gold also stems from childhood bullying. He wants to take away things that everyone loves, including descendants, relatives, and gold.

Swann was still going crazy, clawing at the passing dragon man with his chilling left claw, and after questioning him, he crushed his head regardless of whether the answer was yes or no.

"Stop, is it you?!" Swann continued to grab the passing target with crazy killing intent.

Sophie, who was in a good mood at first, frowned. When she turned around, she saw the sharp claws grabbing at her. They had grown so big that they could crush an entire human body in their palms. They were stained with disgusting blood, broken bones and internal organs.

"Disgusting, it disturbs my appetite so early in the morning."

Sophie didn't even want to touch this claw. The dragon fist she waved was so fierce that it carried an astonishing howling air wave. The road under her feet and the buildings on both sides exploded. Swann, who was bombarded from the front, was even more shocked. I was so frightened that I woke up for a moment.

Boom~

The five fingers of Swann's mutated claw were twisted back 90 degrees and completely broken off, leaving only a few tendons still connected together. The flesh and blood in the palm of the hand was torn away, revealing the dense white bones.

The claws that were comparable to those of the mad dragon Hess were twisted in an awkward shape. Swann himself screamed and was carried backwards by the air waves. He was hit in the middle of a building and his life and death were unknown.

"Hey, it's boring. I haven't used half of my strength in this punch."

Sophie touched her flat belly. No, she was going to die.

One punch consumes a beef thigh. I was so excited watching the ring last night. I haven’t eaten much now. I’m starving to death.