The evil dragon snorted: "You don't want to be eaten by me, you better live longer."

Lie said, "OK."

He looked at the back of the evil dragon with a smile, and realized that the evil dragon would turn again. Then he looked away and fell on Yange: "Ama brought you?"

Yan Ge nodded.

She should have no sympathy for this flat-haired beast.

He even wanted him to die early and live early.

But I don't know why, she couldn't take pleasure in seeing him like this.

After squinting at the blood caves on Yan Yange's shoulder, Lie said, "Ama is more powerful, born, don't take it to heart."

Words of Song: ...

Didn't think that the evil dragon had broken her shoulder by accident.

But it is not easy to struggle with such a patient, Yan Ge can only remain silent.

Instead, the evil dragon said, "I deliberately scratched her shoulder. The next time I see her, I will still arrest you. You are going to die. I will also crush her to death and let her acquaintance die with you."

Words of Song: ...

The tone of the evil dragon is not a joke.

The words continued to be silent.

Consciously saying nothing is useless.

Moreover, I didn't want to talk, and my chest was a little uncomfortable.

feeling bad.

Although she dropped her head, she focused on the strong body on the bed.

She could detect that he was dead.

What's wrong with him?

The monster's life is so long and so long.

They haven't seen each other for only a few decades. Maybe it's a lifetime in human beings, but for a demon, it takes only a few moments to flick.

He, what has happened to him in these decades? How could it be like this.

It was strong, but he resignedly smiled and asked her, "That man, is he good to you?"

"Is Saburo?" Yange said, "He is my man. He treats me well."

"That's good." The words were overwhelming.

Yan Ge saw him not talking for a long time, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Yu Guang narrowed his eyes, the evil dragon sitting on the window with his legs dangling, and his long black tail swept across the woods outside the house.

Seeing the song, his eyes fluttered, and the evil dragon grinned at her.

Vicious, with a little warning.

There is no coquettish beauty in front of Lie.

Really fierce and evil.

Yan Ge immediately looked away and asked Lie: "Are you really an old man?"

Lie: "Not really."

What the **** wasn't what he said before.

Yan Song looked at him with doubt.

He smiled fiercely and said, "I used to pass by the bottom of your tree. Then you haven't turned on your intelligence, so you don't remember me."

This is as if there is no half-entanglement between a tree and a beast.

Yan Ge stared at him: "Is that so?"

Lie nodded.

But the song didn't believe it, but the subconscious felt that this was not the case.

Yange went on to ask, "You said that I was a **** of heaven."

"I coaxed Grandma to play." Lie laughed.

After a few laughs, he coughed.

The evil dragon sitting next to the window heard him cough, and wanted to run over for the first time, but his feet just touched the ground, and then hung up. He sat back slowly.

Yan Ge had leaned over, sitting on the bed, and raised her hand and patted Lie's back. She said, "Why isn't your cough good? Is it because I put you in a puddle last time?"

She never killed a tree. Even the most hated ant had never killed one. If this flat-haired beast had died because of her.

Yan Song is very uncomfortable when you think about it.

When this idea came out, she finally understood why she was so uncomfortable from the beginning.