The evil demon king in the puppy stage grabs my little biscuits

Fighting for the sake of grabbing something, Hino doesn't believe in such a thing.

Of course, Ilsa might be able to do this kind of thing, but Hino believed that the mature and restrained mermaid king would definitely not.

In short, he did not hurry back to the palace, and optimistically believed that the two brothers must be joking, but the movement was too loud and scared the palace guards.

"You may have misunderstood. They are supposed to be playing some kind of game. They don't know how to fight. The Dragon Race is always in the right place. Ilsa doesn't know how to fight. He is very good. He got angry when he was a child. You will only complain to me." When Hino stepped into the aisle on the second floor of the palace unhurriedly, he was still calming the frightened guards.

However, with the sound of wooden furniture cracking, Hino felt the ground under his feet tremble...

Hino looked at the location of Ilsa's wing in surprise, his eyes became a little uncertain, he came back to his senses, turned his head, and found that the guards around him had retreated to the corner of the stairs at this moment. The guard stretched his head, leaning against the base of the wall, secretly watching him nervously.

The anger of the Son of God is not something they, the Tomi guards, can bear. It is rumored that the Son of God single-handedly killed a gang in a town, and the corpses piled up like a hill around the execution post. A fight might affect them .

Hino had just praised Ilsa for being good, and didn't want to be slapped in the face. He immediately continued to explain to the guards with a smile on his face: "It must be playing an arm-wrestling game. If I use force, the table will be smashed. Don't be nervous. I'll let you go." They keep their voices down."

Turning around after speaking, Hino's smile immediately turned into an expression of uncertainty and panic, and he quickened his steps towards the wing.

The battle in the room has reached a decisive moment.

Because the biscuits are fragile, the movement of flickering and moving around during the fight is actually not that big.

At this moment, Ilsa has already occupied the best defensive position - the corner, and put on a perfect defensive posture - squatting in the corner into a ball, protecting the extra piece of battle results impeccably in his arms.

The situation was very unfavorable for Tai Lun, but he still found a loophole in Ilsa's defense. He slapped the whole fish on the dragon's back, and with one hand he found a hole in the triangle defense between Ilsa's head and shoulders. Stretching in, he firmly touched Ilsa's left hand where the biscuit was hidden, and was trying to push Ilsa's fingers away...

"Uh..." Because of too much force, Lord Tai Lun, the Mermaid Marshal of the Land of Stars, had a suppressed vibration in his throat.

"Hmph, have you tried your best?" His Highness Ilsa, the Son of God, who pretended to be defending easily, sneered, but his face turned red suspiciously, perhaps his index finger was almost unable to resist Marshal Tyron's attack. attacked.

"This biscuit has a unique meaning to me." Seeing that the fat dragon's claws were as hard as gold and iron, Tai Lun decided to use his eloquence: "Hino is also very special to me, you know what? Ersa, if I hadn't met Hino at sea back then, what would I do now?"

While defending, Ilsa didn't miss any chance to mentally attack her opponent, and replied coldly: "Will the three mermaid clans join forces to kill you because of singing everywhere?"

"In your eyes, am I still the mermaid brother who couldn't sing?" Tai Lun raised the corners of his lips, and before Ilsa could react, he had already started singing in a low voice.

The singing frequency of most mermaids is only enough to confuse the eardrums of other creatures, but the dragon horns of the dragon clan can sense frequency fluctuations in a wider range, so it is difficult to be pulled into the illusion by the singing of mermaids.

But Tyron discovered his extraordinary power a few years ago, he can shake a frequency hundreds of times stronger than his companions.

When he concentrates and compresses his power in an extremely narrow range, the high-density strong frequency can imprison people in a rhythm barrier completely wrapped in illusion, so that even the dragons cannot feel the fluctuations outside the rhythm barrier.

Under the domination of such extreme mermaid power, even the dragons, like other creatures, will fall into the dreamland woven by the mermaid singing, unable to break free.

When Tai Lun fought against several major clans in the West Sea a few years ago, he tried to use this power to deal with the dragon warriors that the clan had invited from Aowei for help. As he expected, he could indeed control the dragon clan.

But even if this kind of power is fully erupted, it is only enough to suppress the two dragons at the same time, and the duration is within one and a half hours.

If Ovie came with a few dragon warriors, Tyron would definitely be unable to parry, so he didn't hurt the dragon, so as not to anger Ovie.

Due to the lack of actual combat, he didn't know whether he could launch a fatal blow before the dragons woke up at the moment of penetrating through the rhythm barrier.

If there is such a possibility, he may be the only mermaid warrior who can compete with the "God Blade" dragon clan since ancient times.

At this time, the deep and beautiful singing voice rushed to Ilsa along with the vibration in Tai Lun's throat.

This is the second time he has issued a rhythm barrier to a dragon. Unsurprisingly, the defenseless Ilsa's expression became dull in an instant.

The melody paralyzes the mind, and all the creatures that fall into the mermaid dream cannot think about what they were doing the moment before, and all their psychological defenses will be removed instantly. The prey that is targeted by the most powerful mermaid is comfortable and peaceful in the dream. .

At this moment, Ilsa saw Hino smiling gently, squatting in front of her, and said softly, "Look, where did you go to play? You got covered in dust, stretch out your hand, and I'll wipe it off for you."

Ilsa wanted to remember something, but her mind was like a paste, unable to turn at all.

"Quick, give me your hand."

The elf's smile was so gentle and sweet, Ilsa couldn't help being impulsive, and wanted to open his hand towards him, but there was still a last trace of reason that was not suppressed by the rhythm, preventing him from making any moves...

how so?Can this little chubby dragon resist such a strong frequency without any defense?

Tyron narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and immediately exerted stronger power, trapping Ilsa in a dream.

"That..." As if sending out a final call for help, Ilsa's lips moved, her eyes became more and more lax, and her hands holding the biscuit trembled, as if she could no longer resist the temptation and wanted to spread it forward With the palm of your hand, hand over the spoils to others.

The corner of Tyron's mouth raised a victorious smile, and he felt that Ilsa's hand had relaxed the resistance, and the biscuit was within easy reach.

He lightly hooked Ilsa's fingertips with his thumb, and made Ilsa straighten her index finger without any effort, and several pieces of biscuits were already exposed.

Just one piece is enough.

"Thanks, little fat dragon." Tai Lun smiled gracefully, and stretched out his hand to squeeze the biscuit.

In an instant, the airflow around Ilsa split into layers of purple plasma.

Just when Tai Lun's fingertips were only an inch away from the biscuit, the imprisoned airflow suddenly turned into a plasma state!

The plasma twisted into a repulsive force, broke through the confinement of the rhythm barrier, and instantly penetrated the masonry in the corner and the solid wooden lounge chair beside it.

Fortunately, Tai Lun reacted sharply, and instantly solidified the rhythm barrier, blocking the violent energy of the plasma explosion.

And the loud noise of the plasma explosion scared Hino and a group of guards in the corridor.

In fact, it also scared Tyron and Ilsa herself.

When Hino pushed the door open and entered in a daze, what he saw was broken wood and stones all over the floor, as well as fat dragons and mermaids wrestling into a ball in the corner.

The noise caused by them snatching biscuits also attracted Mira and Claude.

Thinking that some terrible raid had broken out, Mira and Claude were so frightened that they smashed the wooden door directly from their room, spread their dragon wings and flew to the door of the wing room on the second floor.

In other words, Shino, Mira, and Claude are all standing at the door at this moment.

Tyron regretted it, but it was too late.

Hino stared at him murderously, and asked in a low voice, "You'd better give me a concise explanation, Tyron."

After a helpless silence, Tyron asked back, "Why didn't you ask Ilsa?"

"Are you... fighting?" Claude drew this puzzling inference from the degree of damage in the room.

"Ilsa is still a child! How could you be so rude to him?" Mira looked at the poor little fat dragon with concern, and asked anxiously, "Did you win?"

If they lost to the mermaids, where would they put the face of the dragon clan?

"Now is not the time to care about the outcome!" Hino interrupted Mira's topic, and quickly walked to the side of the two fighting guys: "Why are you fighting? What are you going to do?"

A guard slowly poked his head out of the door and announced tremblingly: "Your Excellency Gregal asked to see. He said that he suddenly felt an astonishing energy wave erupting here in his residence. He was worried about your safety, so he rushed to support."

Hino: "..."

Claude: "Oh, Mr. Gary, the enthusiastic Xuelu people, with his astonishing speed, rushed to watch the excitement at the first time."

"It's our honor." Mira was even a little smug, and explained with a smile: "Didn't you notice? The energy just now almost collapsed the entire castle! Ilsa, let Gary go upstairs to have a look Look, look at how powerful the dragon warriors of our land of stars are! The people of Xuelu will be envious!"

Hino's face was full of despair. The Dragon Clan's concerns would never comprehend for him, so he could only ignore Mira and Claude and continue to interrogate: "Ilsa, tell me why you are fighting with brother Tyron."

Ilsa squinted at Tai Lun sharply, switched to a cute and pitiful expression at random, picked up the biscuit in his hand, and complained to the elf wrongedly: "Brother snatched half a box of Isa's little Biga, and even more !"

"I said that the extra piece should be divided into two halves!" Tai Lun defended himself!

"What?" Claude tilted his head inexplicably: "Are you guys grabbing... biscuits?"

He carefully recognized the color of the biscuit in Little Panglong's hand, and said in amazement, "Is it the biscuit baked by Hino?! You guys are fighting over this thing?"

Mira gasped, and hastily stretched out her hand to grab the guard who was about to go downstairs to invite Gregar, and said in a low voice cautiously: "Don't let Gregar know! If he finds out that the representative of our country of stars broke out because of grabbing cookies Civil war, the people of Xuelu will never look at us again! Absolutely must not let Gregar know!"

"Ah..." Gregal's voice pretending to be apologetic suddenly came from the corridor outside the door: "Shouldn't I know? You can pretend that I haven't been here. I was so abrupt that I went upstairs because I was worried about your safety." .”

The veins on Mira's forehead popped up, and she immediately turned her head and yelled at the door: "Stop pretending! Both Liu Guang and Lu Xiuao said that you have been very curious since you were a child! I think you can't wait to come up and watch the fun!"

"I'm not the same person I used to be. I'm not at all curious about the fight among the representatives of the Kingdom of Stars." Gregar's tall and straight figure appeared at the door, and he scanned the room with his trademark smirk, and calmly Looking at Ilsa who was in the corner, he asked politely, "Did you win?"

Hino: "..." Don't you have no curiosity at all!Why did you ask the same question as Mira!

The focus of the Dragon Clan is really the strangest existence in the world.

The author has something to say: Isn’t it convenient for Gregar to eat melons on the spot as soon as the gods endowed him with the fastest speed in the world?

Let him fit!