Above Kunlun Hall.

A white Taoist robe with fiery red borders moves in the wind.

"It seems that it's almost done, the time is almost ripe."

On the edge of the mountain, the middle-aged man looked into the distance.

It seems to be looking at the East Wasteland.

"These people have been fighting for so long, and they should have a result.

Too slow.”

At this time, the little dragon on his shoulder buried his head in front of his claws and scratched his head, expressing his confusion.

“What’s the use of walking alone in front of me?

It’s interesting to everyone together. Kunlun is not that stingy. Although it’s not so generous, it can tolerate strong people.”

Xiaolong looked up at the middle-aged man and opened his mouth as if he was saying something.

"Who has never had selfish intentions in all things? Who doesn't want to be ahead?

It is normal to fight for this and fight for it all.

Furthermore, if a person is at the forefront, he will cut off his back and will not be able to reach his final position.

but..."

The middle-aged man looked around.

"I don't know what that little guy has to do to cultivate. He is growing very fast and the time is about to ripe. If he is too weak, it will be difficult for him to keep up.

It seems like I have to find an opportunity to ask.

We also have to select some people who can only be enough for Kunlun.

What if you follow me then?"

The little dragon immediately shook his head, buried it and touched the position where it was knocked before.

It seems to be complaining.

"Haha." The middle-aged man was stunned and laughed out loud:

"Hundreds of years have passed, do you still remember this?

Speaking of which, I saw him last time, a very good little guy.

You can contact and contact again when you have time.”

The dragon directly shrank into a ball and expressed his rejection.

...

...

early morning.

Jiang Lan sat at the table and blessed the wooden sword.

This wooden sword has not been blessed for a long time, and this time he plans to bless it for a longer time.

Xiaoyu was standing behind Jiang Lan at this time, leaning her hands on Jiang Lan's head and holding her cheeks as if thinking:

"My junior brother, it seems that the house has not been repaired for a long time.

When will we practice it?”

"Senior sister wants to add something?" Jiang Lan asked.

He turned his head and could see some dragon scales on Xiaoyu's waist. Now his senior sister has a lot of dragon scales on her body.

The pattern on the cheeks has not subsided.

“Add something that makes people relax, such as some rockery, or lake water.

Once I relax, I will not melt half of the dragon." Xiaoyu said.

"It's my senior sister who is not used to it yet." Jiang Lan replied.

In the room, add rockery and lake.

Of course he would not agree.

"Junior brother, look up." Xiaoyu suddenly said.

Jiang Lan didn't ask why, but just looked up at Xiaoyu.

At this time, he saw Xiaoyu recovering from normalcy, and then lowered his head and touched his mouth.

He also bite it gently and then separated.

"Look, there is no dragon transformation, I'm used to it."

Ao Longyu spoke.

Jiang Lan did not make any moves, but just looked up at Ao Longyu.

At this time, Ao Longyu no longer had the same coldness as before, but was somewhat similar to Xiaoyu's condition.

I'm basically used to it around him.

"What are you looking at?" Ao Longyu asked.

"I feel that my senior sister is really good-looking. This is the feeling since the first time I saw it." Jiang Lan no longer raised her head, but returned to normal.

The wooden sword is still in his hands, and the true meaning of killing dragons is still working.

His true meaning of killing dragons is different now, but the dragon behind him is not afraid or even a trace of worry.

He also grasped the sword from time to time.

I am not worried, but the person who blesses him is a little worried.

Hearing what Jiang Lan said, Ao Longyu continued to lie on Jiang Lan's head and said:

"Junior brother, when did you say you first met me?"

"When you go to the Third Peak Secret Realm," Jiang Lan replied.

At that time, I felt that my senior sister liked to meddle in other people's business.

"No." Ao Longyu shook his head and said:

"The first time I met my junior brother was actually in the woods at night.

At that time, I was suppressed by magic weapons and almost killed.

The junior brother just appeared and said that he was passing by, so it would be better not to interfere with each other.

So."

Ao Longyu leaned against Jiang Lan's head and leaned forward.

He said to Jiang Lan's eyes:

"My junior brother almost lost me."

Jiang Lan was quite surprised.

At this time, Ao Longyu turned into a light rainy look, jumped down on the table, sat in front of Jiang Lan and said:

"Are you a little scared?"

"Senior sister." Jiang Lan said.

Xiaoyu stretched out her hand in confusion.

Jiang Lan grabbed Xiaoyu's hand and linked his fingers.

At this time, their engagement began to change, as if there were many unintelligible runes.

But Xiaoyu could feel that the bond between them had deepened.

"What is this?" Xiaoyu asked curiously after the rune disappeared.

"Protect your senior sister's things.

My senior sister is naturally protected by me." Jiang Lan spoke softly.

"Junior brother, I'll give you a spell. When you feel dangerous, I will come over to protect my junior brother.

I am the senior sister, and I have the responsibility to protect my junior brother." As he said that, Xiaoyu taught Jiang Lan the spell.

Jiang Lan, who got the spell, was a little surprised. Is this a summoning technique?

Or summon the real dragon.

Holding a spear and chanting a spell, the real dragon goes to fight?

It seems to be very imposing.

It’s just that my senior sister is too crisp and she will break it if she pinched the dragon claws.
To be continued...