The Dean Has Arrived

"Sure enough, the pure blood dragon is faster than the Swift Falcon..."

Xiwei sat on the back of the sapphire dragon, sighing.

His exclusive Swift Falcon was so embarrassing that its feathers were reduced to such an embarrassing level that it couldn’t increase its flight speed anyway, so he simply asked the Swift Falcon to return to the academy first and initiate the Dragon Alliance. He recruited the sapphire dragon from Gengu Linhai last time to help hurry.

"Although you are not the first human being who dare to use the pure-blood dragon as a means of transportation, you have to say that you are too courageous... If you change to another pure-blood dragon, I am afraid the first reaction is to swallow you in one bite." The novel chapters are updated fastest."

Kěnéng heard Xiwei's self-talking sigh, and Sapphire Dragon said with its unique hoarse voice.

"Indeed, the average pure-blood dragon has too much self-esteem, and it is very troublesome to control." Xiwei also agreed.

According to legend, a legendary master once invented the quasi-five-ring magic that charmed the dragon family, and with his profound magic skills, he made an ancient dragon become his puppet.

This spell was not cracked by the powerful magic resistance of the dragon until the legendary master died. The first thing that great dragon of ancient species did after regaining zìjǐ reason and past memories was to destroy the tomb of the magician and kill all his students, family members, and all people with guānxì. For this reason It even does not hesitate to destroy a country of mankind! This is also true of the facts. From the loss of the charm dragon magic, how thoroughly the Primordial Dragon can cut weeds and roots...

The human army completely méiyǒu any wēixié to this guy, according to legend. In the end, it took decades. After a whole era, a new legendary division rose to completely kill the dragon (some say it was to seal it.)

Legend has it that although méiyǒu clearly recorded the cost of the war between humans and the dragon, it can be confirmed that several small countries were indeed destroyed as a result.

Some academic magicians in the Pagoda of Qi Yao believe that modern humans have a series of bad impressions of the dragon's ‘evil, cruel, and greedy’ that all originated from that ancient war.

From this we can also see how tragic the war was.

And the cause of all this is the strong and pathological self-esteem of the giant dragon.

"That's why I'm looking for you." Xiwei patted the crystal-clear back of the giant dragon, which was covered by the sapphire crystal dragon scales: "You will be rewarded later, so now you should be honest and help."

Although Xiwei's resources and achievement points are almost exhausted now. But don't forget that this guy also has two caravans and a series of magic devices that are twice as good as the magic items on the market (although they are only white).

So rúguǒ must be described. Then this product is probably the so-called poor, only money left...

"Hmph, I believe you will not deceive a giant dragon..." Although the sapphire dragon has no mercy on its mouth, it seems that the price it paid for the last time Xiwei is still very mǎnyì, so there is no passive sabotage. Look like.

Just be this shíhòu. A subtle ripple suddenly appeared in the entire space of the primary material plane. What followed was an imperceptible sense of violation. It was like dropping a stone yīyàng on a calm lake. Although the ripples will soon calm down, the lake surface that looks the same at first glance has a subtle difference from before...

This situation is not uncommon. Some demiplanes or plane fragments in the void are in contact or intersecting with the main material plane. There will be similar gǎnjiào from time to time and only creatures with extremely high magical attainments or top sensitivity to magic will be aware of this anomaly.

But for some reason, an inexplicable feeling of anxiety and anxiety tūrán surged into Xiwei's heart, and then the vague premonition that the two intertwined constantly eroded his heart.

"Sorry, can you speed up yīdiǎn?"

He impatiently grasped the erected bone spur behind the sapphire dragon, and asked the dragon.

"Acceleration is not impossible, but no matter how strong your magic skills are, your body is just an ordinary human body. If you continue to accelerate, you may not be able to hold it." The dragon hesitated and finally decided to tell him the truth: " Compared to dragons, you humans are too fragile."

"Because we are weaker than you, we will continue to pursue our own super-distance, instead of relying on the'powerful' talent of zìjǐ for the rest of our life... we are making progress all the time, although everyone may only have A little progress, but we nénggòu pass on this little point, and then countless little nénggòu accumulate, precipitate, refine from generation to generation, and finally gather into a great civilization that attracts the attention of the gods. This is the so-called humanity!"

He put a few shields and physique buffs on zìjǐ, Xiwei tightly held the dragon's bone spurs: "So there is no guānxì, just speed up!"

"Where is the causal guānxì of the sentence you just said and the current sentence?"

The Sapphire Dragon uttered a word, but it still spread out its wings that looked a little tattered, and speeded up again.

The clouds of zhōuwéi were blown away by the storm caused by them surpassing the sound barrier in an instant, forming a funnel-shaped cloud ring behind them. The white airplane cloud was dragged into a long strip, and finally disappeared completely in the turquoise sky...

Everyone can say nothing in the vernacular, and Xiwei once again realized that no matter what shíme rhetoric, it will not alleviate the material pain. Not many times the speed of sound gave him a sharp pain of being torn in two, and the consumption of magical power increased soaring, although it is not worth mentioning compared to his current magical power. The speed of consumption made him zhīdàozìjǐ experiencing shíme-like torture.

His hands have long been unable to grasp the dragon's spine, so before breaking through the sound barrier, Xiwei used several mage's hands and live knots to firmly tie the zìjǐ to the dragon's back to prevent it from being thrown away.

Just when Xiwei wondered if Zìjǐ would pass out because of the pain in the middle of the flight, the pressure of zhōuwéi due to inertia increased in vain, giving him the illusion that even the internal organs of zìjǐ were about to be squeezed out. Fortunately, this kind of gǎnjiàomǎshàng disappeared, and the horrible pressure on the whole body was relieved, giving Xiwei a gasping shíjiān.

However, the goddess of fate does not seem to favor Xiwei today.

So he heard the exclamation of the sapphire dragon.

"Oh, the jewel of the Dragon God (modular particle, equivalent to ‘oh my god’), is that shíme?!"

It could be heard that the sapphire dragon was so surprised that it even forgot to speak the language of Hughmen and directly spoke the language of dragon.

Fortunately, Xiwei LV5's linguistics is decent, although the mystery of Dragon Language is quite high, but at least it is still understandable...

He tried his best to restrain the gǎnjiào of zìjǐ, holding on to the back spine of the sapphire dragon, raising his head and looking at the sapphire dragon.

In mid-air slightly lower than their height, a dark blue mermaid that was larger than the Titanic was suspended there.

Compared with that thing, the sapphire dragon is just like a child yīyàng.

The mermaid looks like a large statue. Many dìfāngs are very rough. Xiwei can't even see the pupils and other organs in her eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~The fish tail is also on the scales that are much larger than the door. The pattern that méiyǒu should have.

She plucked the strings of the harp in her hand, her little cherry mouth closed continuously, as if she was singing, but what was qíguài was that Xiwei, who was not far from her, could not hear her. Her hair is like a snake yīyàng, dancing crazy with the movements of her mouth.

The ground below her seemed to have been ravaged by shíme. Except for a small piece of ground in the center, all other dìfāng became pits and pits, and it was completely impossible to tell that there was shíme on it.

However, judging from the dark red tūrán, I am afraid that there are many completely destroyed bodies in the mud.

And on the ground in the center, Eliza was holding a dead middle-aged woman with a face that was vaguely similar to her, but with a pale, fǎngfóyǐjīng.

The girl’s eyes were blank and her face was filled with bottomless sadness. Only the tears that kept falling could prove that she had lost consciousness.

"Alyssa!" (to be continued...)