A fellow member of the dragon clan, messing around and becoming a dragon

Tick ​​tick tick, the evening dew plays along the leaf tips, the moon-white gauze ripples slightly, and a soft sound is out of place: "Tang, Nijo... what a fool!" The clear female voice frightened the lark away, but it was even worse. It’s so depressing that the archangel “Michael” is holding a card in one hand and his head is covered

God knows how desperate he felt when he found out that there was something wrong with his faith in the human world. He hurriedly came here to find the God of Light, but was dragged to play mahjong. Why did the God of Light who used to work so hard in his career bring back this Crescent Moon Priest? Then it became like this

The corner of his eyes intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the moon-like woman beside him. Really, just looking at her appearance, she was born to be a noble moon. She could only look up at it but not touch it. But this temperament... seemed to have noticed something. The woman tilted her head slightly, with a pair of silver eyes. It's like a whirlpool of death and life outside the world, taking away one's soul...

A hand patted him lightly, and his mood suddenly retracted. A layer of cold sweat climbed up his body. A gentle voice sounded at the right time, soothing his spirit. "Okay, Feng Yao, he is still a child..." Michael Subconsciously, I wanted to refute that even if he was seriously injured in the previous battle between gods and demons, which dates back to his childhood, it does not mean that he is a child.

Just when he raised his head, he met a pair of dazzling golden eyes, which were full of doting and infatuating. It took him a long time to finally say, "Lord God, the faith of the world..." Before he could finish his words, his hand was raised. Interrupted, Badr gently patted the top of his hair, "I already know what you want to say."

Michael's blue eyes suddenly lit up a little bit, "Then..." Badr waved his hand gently, and Michael's eyes only felt blurry. He was already outside the garden gate covered with white roses, and there was a faint echo. "I have already planned this, you don't have to worry..." You Xiang thought in his mind. The respect in his eyes shrank, and the frost covered his eyes. When he turned around, he was the taciturn archangel again.

"Hey, why let him go? I still want to play a few more games." Taking back the clone, Bei Feng Yao curled her lips in dissatisfaction, causing the person in front of her to have a headache again. "Okay, okay, you've been on strike for a hundred years." It’s time to get up and move.”

The priest of Crescent Moon was obviously stunned, and smiled with two tiger teeth showing. "Come on, you can't afford an idle person in such a big place?" A black line was drawn above Balder's head, "You are already a mother, and you still don't change." "

"Oh my, my, I have been working hard for thousands of years, and you are not allowed to retire?" Bader was even more speechless. "You also said that you should not have founded any holy religion in the first place. Now Xiaotongtong doesn't know how much she hates me. "

Beifeng Yao was obviously a little guilty, but she immediately became depressed. She couldn't help but sigh, "This is the price of changing your life against the will of heaven." Seeing her like this, Bader also felt bad. "If I had discovered the inheritance of "disaster reduction" earlier, The imprint is on her, and she won’t be like this…”

Beifeng Yao chuckled, "The gears of fate have begun to turn, I hope they won't let me down." But after a moment of loneliness, the woman raised her eyebrows and asked, "I remember she should appear thousands of years later, right? Don't Tell me your hand slipped again...huh?"

Badr waved his hands repeatedly, "She won't be able to adapt until that time. You spent a lot of effort to let her be independent, but you didn't teach her to hide..."

"...Besides, don't you think she is...too lonely?"

On the other side, the atmosphere fell into a strange silence again. Fenrir was the first to break the silence.

"I said, Norton, you really came back with a troublemaker."

No one answered. The one who responded was Jun Yan, who hit him on the head.

"Hey, Constantine, you're joking, hey, he's even more beaten, Norton, please take care of him, hey"

Norton ignored the two people next to him and just quietly looked at the three-leaf star fall in his hand. When he turned to the back, in the deep interlayer, a string of inscriptions were reflected through the light, which was the oldest dragon language. In today's world, I'm afraid only the first generation species can recognize it.

"I have only two people in my life, one is my wife Ayao, and the other is my daughter Beitong."

Beitong? Bei Litong? ...How many secrets does she have that he doesn't know about?

On the forest path in the evening, Litong was chatting one after another. Looking at the Milky Way spread out with luminous pearls around her, she couldn't help but sigh.

"Chao Ya, when did this place be paved with luminous pearls?"

"Miss Litong is afraid of the dark and the candles will go out, so I asked someone to lay out the night pearls."

"No, I'm not afraid of the dark."

There was a chuckle, "Well, well, I'm not afraid," as if coaxing an awkward child.

"Then...why are you so nice to me?" This was the second time she asked this question. For a long time, no one answered, and after an unknown amount of time, Chao Ya stopped. It turned out that she had arrived. Chao Ya carefully Put down Li Tong, let her sit on the wooden steps, squat down, look into her eyes seriously, every word can be heard clearly.

"Because you make me tempted, because you make me care, because you are the only person more precious than my life. "It has nothing to do with the king, or anyone. Nothing." She gently put her head on Litong's shoulder.

"So please allow me to protect you with my life."

[Please allow me to protect you with my life and hold the sword for you]

For a moment, something seemed to overlap with someone in her memory. Litong's eyes seemed to change. A pair of violet eyes stared at her seriously. The thin girl half-knelt in front of her, leaning on her sword on the ground, smiling. brilliant,

[Lord Saint, please allow me to hold the sword for you and clear the way for you! ]

Her eyes were blank and she murmured "Sister Shuiyun"

"Shui Yun?..." For a moment, Li Tong came back to her senses, her ears suddenly turned red, and she coughed lightly, her voice very soft.

"Well, Chao Ya reminds me of an old friend, a violet girl who stood in front of me no matter what, but was so stupid that she was sad."

"Am I such a person in your heart?"

"No, Chao Ya is much smarter than her."

[She always beats her up when something goes wrong. She always says that it’s better to hit the right person. She’s such a fool. If she was smarter, she wouldn’t die because of me. She shouldn’t... Looking at the silence, Li Tong turned red for some reason. Eyes, Chao Ya was in a hurry, comforting her softly,

"Don't cry, don't cry, blame me, blame me." But she never thought that at this moment, Litong actually started to cry, sobbing and unable to stop. It seemed like a long time passed, and it didn't seem like long, the crying gradually stopped. Now. Chao Ya caressed Li Tong’s back and coaxed softly.

"Be good, be good, you are very tired today, go to bed."

"Yeah" she replied with a nasal sound. Li Tong raised her head and watched Chao Ya gradually go away without making any move. Just when she was about to drift away, a black dumpling cried and threw itself into her arms. , had I not reacted quickly, I would have almost been knocked down.

"Ah~ah~oooh, Beilitong~, how are you? Do you still feel pain?"

He moved his hands with a headache, "What are you talking about?

"Why did you become a witch?"

"Huh?! Witch?" Who told him? It seems like something did happen during the time she was unconscious.