When Mermaid Raising Dragons

"Damn it, you are definitely the number one idiot in the whole world! I said I want to go down, but it's definitely not this way! You hurry up and stop..."

The following words became blurred because of the gust of wind pouring into his mouth.

Asmodeus was silent for a moment, then decided to pretend he hadn't heard anything.

If you want to blame, blame the wind.It's all the wind's fault.

The strong wind howled upwards, and Asmodeus swooped down with the wolf in his arms.

Like an arrow that leaves the string, it is unstoppable, rushing straight towards death.

All the scenery around them was going up crazily, the two accelerated down, and the wolf's heart was about to jump out of his chest.

Then, just as they were about to land, the dragon wings slammed down, and the falling trend slowed down. They landed lightly like feathers and landed safely.

The sky finally cleared.

Asmodeus bent down and put the little wild wolf on the ground, but he didn't expect that just as he let go, the little wild wolf grabbed him again.

Asmodeus lowered his head in astonishment, unexpectedly looking at the little wild wolf with a pale face.

Things like roller coasters are mostly enjoyed when watching others play, but if you sit on it and play by yourself, there is probably only one word in your head from beginning to end:

what! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The little wild wolf's eyes were numb with fright, and he completely regarded Asmodeus as a crutch, leaning on him unsteadily, with the violent beating of his heart echoing in his ears.

Plop plop, plop plop, plop plop...

Asmodeus: "... Are you okay?" He patted the little wild wolf's head.

It took about three seconds before the little wild wolf slowly raised his head and looked at Asmodeus in shock.

That obedient appearance...

Asmodeus, the big bastard, saw the frightened little wild wolf, but he didn't feel any guilt at all as the culprit. Instead, he grabbed his chest suddenly, feeling like his heart was shot by an arrow. It hits the target, and the whole person is so cute.

Asmodeus's upper body was as if he was hugging his beloved big doll, and suddenly he squatted down and hugged the little loli version of the wild wolf tightly, rubbing his face against his face back and forth, and his mouth kept Made the idiotic sound of "how can you be so cute".

Of course, there is no suspense about his ending.

A few minutes later, the little wild wolf sat on the motionless "dragon corpse" with his face like a Rakshasa, his hands crossed, and his legs crossed with an expression of displeasure.

It's a pity that the last and only dragon in the world became his chair to sit on, but he still looked disgusted, thinking that the chair was not soft enough, and it was sticking to his precious buttocks.If the dragon father and mother of Asmodeus had spirits in heaven, they would probably crawl out of the coffin crying after seeing this scene.

"It seems that your relationship is very good."

The voice suddenly sounded from behind.

The opponent was only three meters away from them, but the little wild wolf was completely unaware of the opponent's approach.

Danger!

The little wild wolf suddenly stood on its head, and almost at the moment the voice sounded, it jumped up suddenly, backed up at least a dozen steps, held the dagger in a defensive posture, and then looked at the other party vigilantly.

But when he saw the other person's figure clearly, he couldn't help being stunned.

Yelang is a very vigilant person, and the opponent can approach him without making a sound, so in Yelang's prediction, the opponent should be a master as light as a swallow.But in fact, what he saw was completely different from what he expected.

There are three visitors.

Ascetic?

This is the wolf's first reaction.

But the idea was quickly shaken, because he had never seen a similar dress.

They seemed to come from the perennially hot Southern Continent, not to mention the weird styles of clothing, and such a long robe was almost made up of a whole piece of linen, the material was thin and rough, and even patched.From the left shoulder to the lower right ankle, there is a red silk cloth ten centimeters wide, densely embroidered with ancient black runes.The rune seemed a bit strange, the wild wolf glanced at it, and felt a little dizzy, so he quickly looked away.

In addition, they seem to be quite immune to the cold, and the wind is so cold that they only wore a thin summer robe with one sleeve, and the entire right arm and part of the right chest were exposed.They also didn't wear shoes, and stood barefoot on the wet shore. From time to time, the tide splashed and washed their insteps, and the ankle-length clothes were also stained with mottled water.This kind of attire really makes people want to shiver just looking at them, but they look at ease, as if they are strolling leisurely in the savannah.

On the left is a thin man with long shoulder-length hair, about thirty years old, with a fair face and high cheekbones.His eyes were sunken, but his expression was haughty. If it weren't for this strange monk's robe, the wild wolf might think that he was a grand scholar in the ivory tower of the bitter house.

The one on the right is a two-meter-tall bald black man with strong muscles and tattoos all over his head. A large piece of skin on the left neck was cut off, but it has healed after a long time.All in all, this black man looked very difficult to mess with. Rather than saying that he was a monk, the wild wolf would rather believe that he was a robber and a bandit.

Whether it's an arrogant white "major" or a cold black "bandit", they are definitely very difficult characters if they are taken alone.However, they all voluntarily bowed to others, like loyal servants, guarding behind the person in front, with a very respectful attitude.

Logically speaking, since they were able to submit to such two formidable figures, the person in front of them should be an even more formidable master than them.

But therein lies the strangeness of the matter.

The one in front of the two was actually an ordinary old man no matter how he looked.The gray hair, the hunched back, and the kind face are just like the image of every grandfather, amiable and easy to trust.If you have to give him a risk index, probably nine out of ten, the answer is zero.

Well, of course it cannot be said that he has nothing special about him.

This old man is an old man with a broken leg in a wheelchair.Although it was covered by a robe, it was obvious that everything below the knees was empty.A gust of wind blew over, and the lower half of the robe was blown up lightly.

The above observations were all completed in a very short period of time.The little wild wolf glanced around, and finally locked his eyes on the old man.

Indeed, the old man doesn't look dangerous at all, but sometimes, the more inconspicuous a person is, the more dangerous he is.

The little wild wolf stared at him expressionlessly: "Is there something wrong?"

And at the same time he spoke, the old man actually said the same thing: "Is there something wrong?"

The two voices sounded almost at the same time.

The little wild wolf was stunned: "Who are you? Why are you here? What do you want from us?"

Unexpectedly, the same thing happened.

Almost at the same time that the little wolf had finished speaking, the old man said the same thing. "Who are you? Why are you here? What do you want from us."

One time can be said to be a coincidence, but this is already the second time, and it is still such a long story...

Have a tacit understanding?The wolf didn't believe this.

So could it be...

The little wild wolf looked the old man up and down suspiciously: "You can read minds?"

The old man looked at him and smiled: "Can you read minds?"

Dodgy old stuff.What is his purpose?Friend or foe?With the corner of his eye, the little wild wolf quickly glanced unnoticed at Asmodeus, who was still recovering his corpse.The black burly man gave him a cold look, and took a step forward full of warning.The little wild wolf withdrew his gaze, frowned, and loosened and clenched the dagger in his palm.

After thinking for a while, he suddenly said at a very fast speed: "I don't think I've seen you before, but you seem to know me. What's your purpose in following us? Don't tell me you just passed by by chance, I absolutely don't I'll believe it. Also, don't talk like me anymore, it's not funny at all!"

However, the old man seemed to think it was an interesting game. He sat leisurely on the wheelchair, put his hands on the handles, and sank his back into the soft cushion. Say the same thing.

In the end, he even uttered the last sentence before the wild wolf.

"It's not funny at all!"

The tone of voice imitated so vividly that if you just listen to the voice, you must believe that this person has been irritated and is roaring angrily at the wild wolf.But in fact, the old man had an amiable smile on his face from beginning to end.

He smiled kindly, filled the room with kindness, the corners of the wolf's eyes twitched, and then impulsively swung the dagger at the old man.It seemed that he was irritated by the old man's imitation.

It is probably not the first time such an attack has happened.So the old man's black bodyguard was not nervous, but stepped forward in an orderly manner, using his body as a shield, to block in front of the old man, while taking a defensive posture.If the little wild wolf still acts according to the original track, then his weapon will definitely be snatched by the black man.

But unexpectedly, the purpose of the little wild wolf was not to attack the old man.With an extremely difficult movement, he suddenly turned ninety degrees in the process of rushing forward, and rushed towards Asmodeus on the side.

Both the black and the white man's eyes widened in surprise, but the old man's face didn't even change a single bit of expression, as if everything was under his control.

The little wild wolf dragged Asmodeus away, then slapped Asmodeus twice, slapping Asmodeus awake.

Asmodeus still had that expression that seemed to never know what tension was, and the little wild wolf saw that he had opened his eyes, so he didn't bother to take the time to explain to him slowly, and stood in front of him vigilantly, facing the black man Assume a defensive posture.

The black man looked at the old man, and the old man shook his head, so the black man gave the little wild wolf a warning look, pointed at Asmodeus with his hand, and then retreated back to the back of the old man's wheelchair.

Seeing that the black man backed away, the little wild wolf knew that Asmodeus was not in danger for the time being, so his tense nerves relaxed a little.

"It seems that what I just said was not wrong." The old man laughed, "Your relationship is indeed very good."

"Whether our relationship is good or bad, it has nothing to do with you." The little wild wolf stared at the black man, and said coldly to the old man, "Who are you? What do you want us for!"

"It seems that my behavior just now offended you. I'm really sorry. But please forgive me, an old man who has lived so old. You know, introducing yourself in a serious way all day is actually a It's boring." The old man winked at him, "Occasionally, I also want to change to a new and playful way."

Speaking of this, the old man couldn't help but paused for a moment, glanced around between the little wild wolf and Asmodeus, and then laughed: "But it seems that this attempt has failed."

Little Wild Wolf frowned, and finally shifted his gaze from the black man to him: "You mean, your parrot just now was actually introducing yourself?"

"A parrot?" The old man looked at the sky and thought for a while, then lowered his head and smiled at the little wolf, "This seems to be a derogatory term."

The little wild wolf looked at him expressionlessly.

"However, I understand what you mean." The old man smiled and nodded, "You are right, I was introducing myself just now."

Little Wild Wolf: "..." Why are there so many nonsense. "So you are?"

"Oh, your attitude really makes the old man sad." The old man held his chest and said uncomfortablely, "Looking at my age, at least you should show some respect for the old man. "

"Sorry, I only see enemies and friends, I don't see old people and children."

When the little wild wolf said this, he had no expression on his face, and his tone was as calm as if he was talking about today's weather.The old man couldn't help being taken aback, and then he patted his thigh and laughed: "Hahaha, you are much more interesting than I expected. Then I don't know, am I qualified to be your friend?"

The little wolf said coldly: "Frankness is the first principle among friends. If you dare not even reveal your name, why should I be friends with you?"

"Oh, this is the case. Look at me, I've forgotten all the ramblings." The old man patted himself on the head hard, then smiled at the little wild wolf.

The little wild wolf frowned at him, why did the old man look so unruly, like a playful old urchin.

"We met for the first time. Well, it's actually not the first time, but we haven't been able to talk face to face like this before, so... Well, strictly speaking, it is indeed the first time we met." The old man smiled and turned to Ono The wolf held out his hand, "Hello, nice to meet you. I am a prophet."

Little Wild Wolf: "..."

prophet?

The little wild wolf looked at the old man with black lines all over his head.

Are you getting old, or am I getting old?Or is it that the current liars are too lazy to make up a reliable name?