Magical Strategist

When Teresa was only a few millimeters away from the Love Moon Umbrella, the real dragon decisively pushed her away. The Love Moon Umbrella was no joke, and at best, the magic power would be sucked out and the person would faint, or at worst, the person would die on the spot.

Although Theresa did not touch the Love Moon Umbrella, she still felt a huge gravitational force quickly drawing power out of her body. Her head was heavy and her body fell to the side.

Fortunately, Zhenlong was quick to act and supported Teresa.

"Sister Sha, are you okay?" Zhenlong asked, looking at Teresa in his arms.

"It's okay, just a little dizzy... But it's so strange, what happened just now? Suddenly I have no strength at all." Teresa said weakly.

"This is the devouring power of the Moon. It only recognizes me as its master." said the True Dragon.

Teresa stole a glance at the Love Moon Umbrella again. After what happened just now, she never dared to touch the umbrella again.

At this moment, Theresa snuggled in the dragon's arms, enjoying the warm embrace. She didn't even notice that her hand was on the dragon's chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat.

On the contrary, the real dragon looked unnatural, as if he wanted to get rid of it, but couldn't. Looking at Sister Sha's weak face, as a man, he should contribute his strong shoulders.

One minute passed...

Five minutes passed...

More than 20 minutes...

"Who let you in!?" At this time, a loud male voice sounded.

"Someone is coming!" Teresa finally broke away from the dragon's embrace and turned to look at the man who was speaking. "Mr. Kyle?"

"Chicken Head!" Zhenlong also revealed the identity of the man in front of him in unison.

Aibian glanced at Zhenlong coldly and said, "What are you doing here?"

Zhenlong raised the Lianyue Umbrella in his hand and replied, "Of course, I want to take back my own things."

"Wasn't the beating I gave you last time badly enough? Put your things down and get out right away, or I'll bury you and your brothers with you." Abian threatened.

这可别说，那次挨了艾比安一拳，腹部到现在还有痛感，真龙可不想再被揍一次了，连忙道：“何必呢，你我又非仇人。再说了，恋月伞本就不属于你。”

Abian is not a reasonable person. He clenched his fists and seemed ready to attack at any time.

"Mr. Kyle, don't be impulsive." Teresa opened her arms to protect the real dragon behind her. She knew that the bandit Ji Shou committed all kinds of crimes, but he never attacked women. This was well known. "Mr. Kyle, have you forgotten that I told you that day in Pompeii that my Mr. Long admired you very much and he would come to you in person."

"Sister Sha, what are you talking about? When did I ever appreciate him?" Zhenlong asked puzzledly.

"You need a helper like him, don't you?" Teresa replied immediately.

"I do need help, but not bandits, let alone the infamous Chicken Head!" Zhenlong denied.

"I said I would help you accomplish great things, so don't say anything now and just listen to me, okay?" Teresa said seriously.

The two of them grumbled for a long time, not taking Abby seriously at all. He said angrily, "Enough is enough! Do you think I, your little dad, don't exist? Sister Holy Spear, the Mr. Long you are talking about is Lieyan, right? Where is he? Let him come out!"

"That's him." Teresa said, pointing at the real dragon behind her.

Abian frowned and replied, "Are you kidding? He is Lieyan?" How could Abian not know the rumors about Lieyan? He challenged the Qingshui family alone and was one of the strongest in the world. But the frail blond man in front of him was knocked down by him with one punch in Pompeii. How could he be Lieyan?

"I'm sorry, I'm Lil the Real Dragon." As he said that, the Real Dragon took off his golden wig, revealing his deep red hair.

Abian observed carefully. The red hair, deep eyes, and intimidating aura were like the aura of a top master. "Are you really Lieyan?" Abian was a little skeptical.

"It's genuine. I couldn't reveal my identity for some special reasons." Zhenlong explained. "But having said that, I'm still hurt by that punch you gave me, hahahaha."

Abian tensed up, and a sense of urgency came over him. It wasn't because he was afraid of the red-haired man, but because of his overwhelming aura that forced him to be alert. But strangely, he couldn't sense any signs of the mana surging in Lieyan's body. Logically speaking, a top master shouldn't be like this even if he didn't burst out his fighting spirit and enter a fighting state. Could it be that Lieyan deliberately hid his mana in order not to reveal his identity?

"I'm not here to fight with you, I'm just here to take these things back... Don't worry, I won't bear a grudge about the incident in Pompeii." The real dragon said frankly.

"Hahaha..." Abian suddenly laughed wildly. "You said that as if I'm afraid of you. The only person in the world who can scare me is still in my mother's womb! So what if there's a raging fire? Fight if you want. Daddy's happy to accompany you!" As he spoke, he urged his magic power and golden fighting spirit slowly appeared.

"No, no, no, I have no intention of fighting you," the True Dragon refused.

"Then put down what you're holding and get out right now!" Abian yelled.

"Hey, don't refuse a toast and then drink a forfeit. I don't want to bully a seriously injured person." Zhenlong looked at Abian for a while and saw that his body was covered with sword wounds and blood was still flowing from his chest.

There was no way that Abian would accept such provocative words. He shouted angrily, "If you bow your head in front of a strong man, you are no different from a coward! Remember, I am the madman!" After saying that, he strode forward and went straight for the real dragon.

Zhenlong never expected that guy to be so impatient and start a fight right away. With his current strength, he might not be able to resist even a single move.

Click! Teresa, who had been silent for a long time, loaded the bullet into the gun chamber and pointed the gun at Abian, ready to pull the trigger at any time.

Being pointed at by the Starry Sky Splitting Gun, the sense of crisis is not a little bit, and the bullet can penetrate the body at any time. "Haha, hiding behind a woman, is this Lieyan's style? You really taught me a lesson!" Abian said.

Zhenlong snorted and suddenly said, "Sister Sha, please don't do anything."

"What are you talking about! Don't fall for his provocation!" Teresa refused to listen.

"Don't worry, I have my own way." Zhenlong said confidently with a smile on his face.

Teresa had no choice but to obey, put away her musket and stepped aside.

"Okay, now you have nothing to say, right?" Zhen Long said. "But I have a suggestion. Can you be patient and listen to me?"

"If you have to fart, do it now!" Abian said unhappily.

"First of all, once you and I fight, it will take time to determine who is stronger, let alone the reason for the fight. Look at the environment and the space here. The key is these corpses beside you. Once the war starts, everything here may be destroyed. Can you bear to watch the bodies of your dead brothers torn into pieces?" Zhenlong said.

"What exactly do you want to say? Why are you beating around the bush?" Abian asked.

"It is said that you are a master of boxing. I have always wanted to see your "Tiger Fist". How about this, I will stand here, neither dodge nor block, and take your punch. If you can knock me down, you win, and these things still belong to you. On the contrary, if you cannot knock me down, all the treasures here belong to me." Zhenlong said. From his tone, he was full of confidence.