Dragon King weapon

The white tiger that was transformed into a heavy dragon rested on the dragon bed of the little dragon king.

The night in Tiangong is a mass of ink, the sky is like paper, and the night is smudged in the world by dipping the pen of Tianguan.

It's late at night, the sky is as cold as water, the river is swirling, and the herbal ointment sent by the attendant has been used up.

"Don't scratch." Rong Qianji said seriously.

He dug up some bitter herbs and wanted to apply it on his dragon horn, but he couldn't bear to look at the almost transparent horn in the bronze mirror, so he gave up.

He sighed, and let out clouds and mists.

Bringing the cloud around the white tiger, Rong Qianji cheered up, and stretched out his hand to poke the soft nose of the white tiger, "Is it younger than when I was young?"

Forget it, it can't see...

The white tiger absorbed it very quickly, and those God Realm herbs melted into flying spots of light, circled around the claws three times, with a slight fluorescent light, and all went into its flesh.

Rong Qianji looked distressed, saw that the white tiger who had taken the medicine drooped his eyes slightly, and made low noises in his throat, probably because he was sleepy.

He went to the flower cabinet and took a blanket made of fairy mountain velvet and put it on the white tiger lying on the ground, and said good night softly.

"Go to bed early, we all go to bed early."

In order to avoid long nights and many dreams, it will only increase worries.

Lifting off the quilt on the dragon bed, Rong Qianji covered her with a silk cloak of epiphyllum, closed her hazy eyes, and was about to close her clothes and fall asleep.

Suddenly, there was another heavy snort, and the white tiger jumped onto the bed.

It's too crowded for a tiger to sleep alone in one place, and it's not suitable for being next to such a big beast...

Knowing that it didn't understand, he still comforted him: "There is a blanket on the floor, which is warmer than my bed."

A few days ago, the attendants in the palace took away his red brocade quilt, and half of Rong Qianji's wrist was still locked on the dragon bed post by the fairy lock, shivering all over from the cold.

All the servants in the original Heavenly Palace were sent down to earth, and the new ones didn't know what to do. The general didn't favor the little dragon king, so it's rare to be a servant.

Tonight, he brought the warmest quilt to Baihu, this beast didn't appreciate his kindness, he insisted on getting on the dragon bed, Rong Qianji's whole body was wrapped in snow-white animal fur, it was unbelievably comfortable.

But why there are so many scars on its body, Rong Qianji is puzzled.

The white tiger opened its eyes suddenly, swept its big tail across the edge of the bed, was so frightened that Rong Qianji dodged and nearly fell off the bed.

The tiger tail gently hooked Rong Qianji's ankle.

Before Rong Qianji could utter an exclamation, he was forcefully dragged into the innermost part of the dragon bed and stuffed, then grabbed a quilt and covered himself.

"you,"

Rong Qianji curled up, "I can't sleep on this dragon bed."

Baihu let out a cry, and looked at him, regardless of whether Rong Qianji was comfortable or not, he hooped him to the innermost side, bent down, and lay down.

"You can't stretch your body at all..."

Baihu let out a low growl again, stopping his words.

Staring at a pair of sharp tiger eyes, Rong Qianji suddenly recalled Chongduan again.

In the chest cavity, a dragon ball was next to the crazily beating heart, scorching hot.

Rong Qianji took a deep breath and tried hard to turn back into a dragon body.

The kung fu of the half stick of incense has passed, and even half of the dragon's wings can no longer be changed.

Now he's just a half-dragon, half-human monster.

That night, Rong Qianji couldn't fall asleep, lying on the side of the bed with a brocade quilt on her knees, caressing Baihu's face one after another.

A series of thin scars, cracks, new flesh.

This is his overseer god, the cub's playmate, the original general under his command...

His sweetheart for more than ten years, broke up again.

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