"Yeah." Dragon chubby nodded.

The night feathers reach out and they have to work hard.

"Wait!" Long Xiaopeng waved his hand and pointed to the right arm of the night feathers: "Use your right hand."

The night feathers blinked in the eyelids, and there was a poisonous bead in the right arm. Is it not unusual for this fire?

In doubt, the night feathers took off the gold gloves of the right arm, and the palms fell on the palm of Bard.

Poisonous spirits work, a very hot, violent spiritual power from the palm of the palm, the night feathers slightly frowning, it is no wonder that the dragon chubby let yourself use the right hand, this temperature, has far exceeded the ordinary beastfire!

This fire poison or the flame of this night gives the feeling of night feathers... very hard!

The night feathers can only be described by these two words. Unlike the cyan fire that was refining before, this flame is more violent, but the power is not comparable to the fire, but far beyond the ordinary animal fire.

Ten minutes later, the night feathers were re-applied with gold gloves, and Bard’s palms returned to normal.

Long Xiaopeng nodded slightly, and a palm of light appeared in the palm of his hand. Spiritual power was introduced into Bard's body, slowly awakening Bud's consciousness.

Cough!

A weak, light cough came from Bard's mouth.

Under the gaze of the night feathers and the dragon chubby, Bud slowly opened his eyes.

"Miss... Dragon..." Bard’s voice was weak and he frowned slightly, seemingly thinking about what happened before he was in a coma.

"Don't think about it, the little girl saved you, if it weren't for us, now you have seen the king." Long Xiaopeng took back his palm.

Bard’s mouth showed a smile and looked at the night feathers: "I owe you and Longye a life..."

"Don't say this, kid, I ask you." Long Xiaopeng stared at Bard's eyes: "How did you think about this suicide!"

Hey.

The night feathers almost laughed out loud, the dragon chubby tone, too serious! Suicide method... Whoever has nothing to commit suicide.

Bard’s face showed a hint of embarrassment: "I thought it was a baby. I didn't expect the beast to be too powerful."

"Bard, what is the beast that hurts you." The smile on the face of the night feathers disappeared, and the dignity reappeared.

It is certainly not easy to cause fatal injuries to Bud!

“Bad’s seniors woke up?” The black wind whispered into the tent with the black yarn.

Bard smiled at the black wind and looked at the night feathers. "If I didn't admit it, the beast should be a golden scale beast."

Golden scale dragon beast?

In addition to the dragon chubby, the eyes of other people are full of confusion, this spirit beast has never heard of!

"Bard, are you sure?" The dragon chubby voice was a little more excited.

Bud hesitated, slowly nodded: "I have a beast fire in my body, but on the beast, my beastfire can't do anything, relying on spiritual skills to force him to fight dozens of rounds, if you want It’s possible to kill the beast at the very least."

Bud looked at the night feathers, different fires, this thing night feathers!

"You tell me the specific look of the beast." Long Xiaopeng flashed a damp in his eyes.

"The beast is almost ten meters long and nearly three meters high. It is covered with golden scales. The shape is very similar to the dragon scale. It can vomit the flame and can also control the metallized attack of the ground," Bud recalls.

Manipulating metal?

The dragon and chubby eyes shone again, and suddenly turned to look at the black wind: "Little black, your chance is coming."

"Opportunity? What chance, Longye, you said clearly, I don't quite understand." The black wind squinted at the small eyes, what I realized, and my mind was not sure.