amazingly short legs

Moribu walked into the bedroom and put the fish tank on the bedside. Suddenly, the night was clear and the wind howled, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

"Wake you up?"

Shengbu said to close the window, while Diyan was lying on the side of the fish tank, resting his chin with his small claws, looking at the pitch-black outside for a moment, then said calmly, "Oh, it turned out to be a little monster."

"?"

Di Yan looked at Sheng Bu, and suddenly showed a smirk, with the tone of an adult scaring a child, the old god said: "It's not going to rain outside, but a monster is coming out, is Ai Qing afraid?"

Sheng Bu felt that it really wanted to say that it was afraid, so he said with a serious expression: "It's so scary."

Di Yan hooked his hands at him, "Stand behind me."

Moribu looked at the size of his fish tank, and he definitely couldn't get in, so he had to stand behind the bedside table to cooperate with it.

But Shengbu didn't expect that Diyan wasn't joking. He only heard the gust of wind outside the window, blowing the curtains in the room into a big bag. Shengbu remembered that the window was only opened with a gap.The lamp suddenly went out, and a strong earthy smell came out, and the wind wrapped in the heavy curtains made a humming sound in the dark night. Moribe frowned, and pulled out the bookcase from the bookshelf beside him. A soft sword.

Without warning, the heavy rain fell with a crackling noise. Amid the sound of wind and rain and the smell of dirt, the gust of wind behind the curtain gradually took shape, as if something was hiding behind it.

"Come out." Di Yan said in the beer, his voice was still lazy, but there was an irresistible majesty.

The wind behind the curtain gradually twisted and stirred, and slowly calmed down. The wind finally took its final shape. A humanoid thing was wrapped in the curtain, slowly oozing bright red blood, as if a corpse was hidden behind the curtain. , Shockingly frightening in the dark.

Di Yan frowned, as if he was not satisfied with the image of the visitor.

"Pretending to be a ghost." Di Yan said flatly.

The corpse behind the curtain froze for a moment, and the rags flew in an instant, the curtain was shaken to pieces, and the things behind it also revealed their true colors.

Out came something that looked like a wild boar, with a long thing dangling from its nose.

Di Yan and Sheng Bu were ugly at the same time.

When the wild boar saw the attracted Emperor Yan, it seemed to be stunned, and then became angry, opened its mouth wide, and bit them with long and round fangs, and made a vague and angry sound in the roar, "Little... ....so small......"

Sheng Bu was about to block the wild boar, when a shadow suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and when he saw it clearly, he also held his breath.

The white-clothed man standing in front of him dragged the ground, and his black hair like splashed ink was scattered behind his back, spreading down smoothly. As soon as it appeared, there was a faint smell of alcohol in the air-it was Tsingtao beer in the refrigerator of Moribe's family.

The man in white... the white-clothed dragon turned his back to Shengbu, and said coldly, "I don't think you are ugly, but you do."

The wild boar roared angrily, probably wanting to say, don't you dislike it, you obviously dislike it!

The wild boar grinned wide, let out an unpleasant roar, pulled the ground with all four hooves, and rushed towards Di Yan.

Moribu squinted at Xiaolong, and picked up the phone silently.

As a competent licking dragon, you must capture the most handsome and cutest appearance of Xiaolong anytime and anywhere!

Di Yan waved his hand indifferently, and a strong wind blocked the wild boar back. The wild boar let out a miserable scream, and the room was filled with blood.

Moribe was expressionless and even turned on the flash.

The wild boar fell to the ground, and a mouthful of blood spewed out from its mouth. It swung its long nose and sucked it away. The sound of sniffing snort immediately disgusted the emperor. He raised his hand and was preparing to deal with the next attack, but his body suddenly With a tremor, Di Yan subconsciously pressed his chest, a trace of bewilderment and panic appeared in his usually calm eyes, and in the blink of an eye, he fell to the ground with a 'plop', turning into an [-]cm dragon without warning. .

Xiaolong fell to the ground, and Shengbu's heart ached from the fall. The wild boar rushed over excitedly, and was about to step on it with one hoof. Shengbu threw his hand, and the soft sword he just took out from the bookshelf broke through the wind and flew past the wild boar. A bloody gash was drawn on its long nose.

The wild boar screamed in pain, Shengbu quickly caught Xiaolong back.

Di Yan was held in his palm, and the whole dragon curled up in a circle, like a delicate and sweet hawthorn roll.

Shengbu looked down at him, and lightly touched Long's head in distress.

Di Yan closed his eyes, feeling the piercing pain like the relapse of an old wound on the part of his chest that was pierced. The spiritual energy in his body was passing away quickly, as if a person was losing blood. Watching the blood gurgling and flowing, he was about to drain and die. There is no way.

He forgot that he was no longer the Dragon Lord 7000 years ago, his spiritual power had long since been drained and exhausted, and he was no longer the same as before, and the remaining spiritual power now can only support himself to survive.

Di Yan's whole body was icy cold, and he fell into the abyss, the abyss was endless, only the thick hatred was burning like fire.

Sheng Bu couldn't wake up the little dragon, so he could only hold it in his hand vaguely, while observing the movement of the wild boar, he fled out the door.

The wild boar wriggled its nose in pain, staring at Di Yan in Shengbu's hand, drooling from its throat.

Shengbu quietly opened the door with his backhand, and pulled it hard a few times, but the door did not respond.

The small black eyes of the wild boar showed a sinister smile, which was obviously humane. It stomped on the ground with its rough hooves, raised its head, shook its scarred nose, and walked over as if it was within easy reach.

Moribe flexed his wrists secretly. He is not afraid of wild boars or monsters. Moribe learned fencing when he was young and practiced it for many years. He even participated in the European Championships as a national athlete and won the championship.

He saw clearly the position of the sword on the ground,

Prepared to confront the wild boar.

The wild boar pouted its buttocks, pulled its hooves fiercely, stretched its long nose high, and rushed towards it.

Sheng Bu rolled on the spot and got his own sword.

But before he could stab the wild boar, a gust of wind that appeared out of nowhere had already pulled the wild boar aside ahead of time.

With a movement of Sheng Bu's palm, Di Yan slid out and landed on the ground with four claws, in the posture of a dragon soaring and a tiger roaring.

Moribe: "..."

The little dragon with fierce milk and fierce milk.

The emperor didn't want to talk nonsense with the wild boar, gathered the water and wind in the house, and exerted force together, as sharp as a knife, and slashed at the wild boar.

Even if he only had [-]% of his spiritual power left, he never saw the demons and ghosts in this world.

"Is it better?" Shengbu knelt on one knee and asked with concern.

Di Yan didn't want to talk to him, he hated the human race and was still angry.

It's all the things of this group of ungrateful dragons, which made him unable to maintain his human form.

The wild boar was regarded as a sandbag for venting anger. Di Yan manipulated the water wind in the house to beat it severely. Its nose was bruised and its face was swollen. , Blowing on the long trunk, was beaten and cried.

Di Yan withdrew his spiritual power, jumped onto the windowsill, and stared at it condescendingly.

"What monster are you, report your name." Di Yan asked coldly.

The wild boar is like an aggrieved baby elephant. The child's arm-length nose twitches and trembles, and a snot bubble pops out from time to time.

"Shus."

"How do you know that I am here?"

Shusi groaned, "There is a change in the star peak here, and the awakening of the ancient spiritual power can be felt by the monsters. I was the first to find it."

Still a little complacent, Shusi rolled his eyes and looked at Di Yan eagerly. He probably didn't expect the spirit beast he found to be so small, and he was a little disappointed, but thinking about the ruthlessness and magic power it beat him, he couldn't help trembling again.

The emperor had no expression on hearing this, and stood proudly on the window sill, like a jade statue carved from white jade.

Pausing for a moment, Di Yan said: "Since you lost, you will be subdued by this lord, and you will sit a beast for this lord, and be sent by this lord, what do you think?"

Shusi blew his long nose, and whispered, "Now is a society ruled by law, without..." He glanced at God, trembled all over, and hummed, "If... If you disagree..."

Di Yan was unmoved, calm and majestic, "I will hit you until you agree."

"..."

Shusi knelt down on the ground with his elephant's trunk sticking to the ground, "Shusi pays homage to the king."

Di Yan hummed.

Shusi looked at Shengbu, Emperor Yan hated the human race in his heart, but when he opened his mouth, he had already made Shengbu a minister, and he couldn't go back on his word, so he reluctantly said, "Sheng Aiqing."

Shusi understood, and bowed to Shengbu, "I have met Mr. Sheng."

Moribe: "..."

Suddenly, he became an official.

Di Yan clicked on Shusi, and a white light entered its nose. Di Yan told Shusi that this was his mark, and if he needed it, he would summon it through the mark.

Shusi nodded, and Emperor Yan told him to back down if he had nothing to do, so the wild boar sniffed its long nose and disappeared into the room with its little hooves.

There was still a mess in the room, with blood, snot, and spots.

Di Yan is the Dragon Lord of Wanshan Lake, so he definitely doesn't know how to clean it, so he turned his head and left, anyway, he doesn't sleep in bed.

Shengbu is the behind-the-scenes boss of Huayin Media + mysteriously set suspense author + young rich man + fencing champion. He is now the only favorite of Wanshanhu Longjun, and he doesn't clean up.

One person and one dragon went to the next room, Di Yan wanted to sleep in the fish tank, Sheng Bu came back to get his small fish tank, and thoughtfully exchanged it for a new tank of beer.

Di Yan submerged lazily into the pale yellow beer, with a ring of beer bubbles on his head, he didn't look at Shengbu, but felt bad.

Shengbu watched Xiaolong deliberately keep pointing the back of his head at him through the fish tank, and didn't know where he provoked it.

Don't guess what the little pet is thinking, you won't be able to figure it out after guessing.