With a tiger in my heart, I smell Xinlan carefully

In his eyes, the people who are no different from two flies are unexpectedly difficult to deal with, which disturbs the Black Fox King, and urges several tongues of fire to surge up to increase the suppression and blockade of Xiaohu.

"Xiaohu...let me go and run for your life..."

As Xiaohu struggled to hold on, Xiaolong on his back finally came to his senses.After he recognized the situation, he was almost desperate, and the idea of ​​not wanting to be a drag supported him to speak with his last strength.

"Sacrificing you to let me escape?" Xiaohu asked back.

Even though parrying the Fire Snake has made him a little bit at a loss, the smile in his words is not difficult to taste: "You want to be a hero by yourself, and I tell you bluntly, no way! I don't want you to be this hero alone, and you die. What's so scary about dying together?"

"You idiot..." Although he was deeply moved, Xiaolong felt even more sorrowful in his heart as he was in a death situation.

In short, it's death, so what's the point of fighting again.Thinking of this, he looked around, trying to find a way to escape.The fire blazed into the sky, but a clear understanding arose in his heart: "Fire... from the position is fire, from the ridge is water, water can defeat fire—Xiaohu, try going west!"

Xiaohu was overjoyed to hear that he had found Shengmen, and was about to go west to test it.

Unexpectedly, with a flash of flowers in front of my eyes and a heat of my waist, I felt myself being hung upside down in mid-air.Tongues of fire bound him tightly, and the protective qi gradually became difficult to support. In the severe pain, he was powerless even if he wanted to resist.

Desperate and painful, Xiaohu finally passed out.

"What's the point of struggling to the death." The Black Fox King snorted, and wanted to raise his hand to take the two away.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.Qingyue's dragon chant resounded, and a huge dragon with white scales and black mane burst out of the ground and swallowed the two dragons and tigers engulfed in flames.

"What a beast!" The Black Fox King was furious, urging the flames to kill him and then disembowel him.

The dragon's golden pupils flickered, and he opened his mouth and let out a long roar, and saw a golden light in the sky, and then a scroll of embroidered silk was opened. On the scroll, there are thousands of universes, mountains, rivers, mountains, sun, moon, and stars, all of which are strange and bizarre.

The black fox king's pupils narrowed sharply, and he said in horror: "The map of the mountains and rivers! You are sent by the gods!"

The giant dragon didn't answer, turned around and entered the picture, and the huge monster with a length of eight feet and a thickness of a water tank disappeared in a moment.A golden light flashed across the long scroll, the sky was wide open, and the giant dragon and scroll disappeared without a trace.

In this side of the world, there is only a sea of ​​flames, and the red light is soaring into the sky.There was a dark shadow above the sea of ​​fire, standing there for a long time without moving.

Xiaohu woke up from the constant itching of the wound, but even though he was awake, he didn't even want to open his eyes.

The desperate fight with the Black Fox King made him physically and mentally exhausted. Even after a night's rest, the pain on his body was still unabated, and his head was so painful that it was about to explode.He knew in his heart that this was caused by the overuse of Gang Qi and the exhaustion of his true energy, but he felt a little discouraged in his heart. He said that he could not survive three rounds under his hands when he said that he would destroy the Black Fox King and return the Central Plains to peace.Really annoying, annoying!

Just when he was secretly sighing in despair, a familiar voice came from a distance, lightly penetrated into his ears, and then rang in his mind like thunder: "Little dragon, open your mouth, I have to heal your wounds. Come on, ah!" -"

Xiaohu's eyes widened immediately: it was Xiaolan's voice!

After a ten-year absence, things change.However, when the voice that can only be revisited when dreaming back at midnight rang in his ears again, he recognized it so easily without hesitation.

The joy of seeing his old friend again overcomes everything. He straightened up and sat up from the bed, ignoring the severe pain in his waist and chest, gathered all his strength and crawled towards the window. The sunlight outside the house made him unable to open his eyes. When he finally wiped away his tears and looked forward, what he saw made him stunned again——

The giant dragon with white scales and black mane is crawling on the fine grass like felt, with its head lowered and eyelids drooping as if resting, but the light in its golden pupils is closely watching the woman who is gently caressing the center of its brow.The woman was dressed in a white robe, with long hair like a waterfall, and exquisite facial features, which made people sigh "beauty" when they saw it. Fortunately, the familiar eyebrows and eyes in the past can still be vaguely discerned.

"Xiaolan..." he called out, suddenly realizing that his throat was so dry.

The woman didn't respond to his low call, but continued to stroke the dragon's forehead, comforting soft words came intermittently: "You are too reckless to swallow people in one mouthful. They are covered with black fox hair. The yin fire will corrode everything attached to it, but fortunately I am here, otherwise your throat will not be able to keep it."

Xiaohu was still immersed in the joy of the reunion, the sudden sound of gunfire around him called his attention back, but before he could twist his stiff neck and turn his head, people outside the house came to him like a gust of wind.

"Can you still move? Go to the stream and get a basin of water."

As the leader of the Anti-Fox Organization, Xiaohu is very familiar with the tone of this order.But looking at the blood gurgling from the tightly wrapped bandage under Xiaolong's knee, he didn't have time to think about it, so he did it right away.

After he returned the water almost as quickly as his current physical condition allowed, Lan cast a pair of white eyes and said in disgust, "The movement is really slow", and at the same time took off the bandage wrapped around his hands and made of the same material as Xiaolong Xiaohu's body.

Xiaohu noticed that those hands, which were as thin as jade, were covered with bright red burn marks.

Lan didn't have the heart to pay attention to his thoughts.She just removed the bandage wrapped around the little dragon's calf as quickly as possible, and at the same time tried her best to ignore the horrible scene that had been completely corroded by the yin fire—the legs that were burned from the knees to the point where the bones were exposed. There is still a faint blue yin fire on the legs, which is constantly burning the remaining flesh and bones.

She closed her eyes, concentrated her mind and calmed down, held her body in her arms, and mobilized the most yang energy in her body.

Xiaohu squatted aside, waiting to respond to Lan's other needs.But what he waited for was not an order, but a spectacle.

Lan recited the formula and held his hands in circles. Under his astonished eyes, the clear water in the basin was drawn over like a long whale sucking water, circling around between his palms, and the stream unexpectedly emitted a golden light .

Just when the golden light appeared, Little Tiger suddenly felt a surge of vitality in the room, which lightened his body that had been tortured by severe pain since he woke up.

Nalan kept moving, pushing with both hands, and covered the little dragon's wound with the clear water ignited with golden light.As soon as the still-burning yin fire buds touched the clear water, they disappeared like spring sun melting snow, only stirring up a few wisps of light smoke.

At the same time, the severely burned flesh and blood began to grow again under the nourishment of clear water after the yin fire was extinguished.In just a few breaths, it has recovered to the same level as before the injury, only the superficial flesh still needs to grow slowly.

Pulling out the cloth from her bosom again to bind up the little dragon, Lan, who had finished all the work, had black eyes and almost fainted—she was a little eager for success.

"Xiaolan, are you alright?"

Seeing Lan's pale face and the increasingly ferocious burns on his palms, Xiaohu was extremely worried.He took Lan's hand, picked up the cloth strips scattered on the ground, and began to carefully bandage her.Because the cast of Tulilan failed to break free in the end.

Xiaohu's movements were light and skillful, and the tying was tight but did not hurt her at all.

Lan looked at the focused expression of the person in front of him, and suddenly felt an inexplicable touch in his heart.A sense of peace and warmth permeated her heart, and in her memory, only the Black Fox King had given her this feeling.

After Xiaohu helped Lan bandage up, he tied a brocade knot with the remaining cloth strips. He raised his head, with a smile that invited credit and flattered him: "It's beautiful, Xiaolong taught me this."

Lan silently withdrew her hand, and according to her temper, she should have said something sarcastic, but unexpectedly she didn't answer.

The strange silence lasted for a while, and the two maintained their original postures as if they were still.

In the end, it was Xiaohu who spoke first. He looked directly into Lan's eyes, his pupils flickering with longing light: "Xiaolan...what happened? Ten years ago... Xiaolong and I thought you were dead, but you It's a miracle that he's still alive now."

Lan also looked at him, and thousands of thoughts flashed in his heart. When he finally spoke, his voice was cold and unfamiliar to him: "Wang Rong is your subordinate, right? Then you should know that my current name is Bai Demon."

Xiaohu listened, and the blood that was boiling all over his body suddenly turned cold.

The author has something to say: The author of Orz really has a bad memory. If there is someone waiting for the update, there must be an article when twelve o’clock comes. Forgive the mental retardation

And it’s been a month since I’ve been in Jinjiang, I’m so happy that I’ve collected my articles, rolling around...~(～o￣▽￣)～o. . .Rolling around... o~(_△_o~)~. . .