Zi Ling smelled this breath, cheerfully ran to the front, and stretched out his tongue and kept groaning.

"Night girl, this card is for you." Bud raised his hand and gave the night feather a gold card.

"This is..." Yu Yu looked at the palm of his hand.

"A little meaning, we will have more exchanges in the future, hehe." Bud knows how to be a human being, and while he is talking, he reaches out and touches the head of Zi Ling. Perhaps it is because of the fact that he has just fed the purple spirit. There is no resistance.

Before they were fat, they wanted to touch the purple spirit, and the purple spirit was a fang.

Ten thousand contributions!

The night feathers look at the numbers on the gold card, this Bard, the shot is generous.

"What I have in this thing is that the girl just came to the college, this stuff is used." Bard spoke to the night feathers, but his eyes stayed on the purple spirit.

"Thank you for your seniority."

"Tomorrow, I will come to see the purple spirit again." Bud showed a smile on the night feathers. The meaning in the words is obvious. He came for the purple spirit.

"Wait a minute." The night feathers screamed at Bard.

Bud turned sideways: "Well? Night girl still has something?"

"I have something to say to the seniors, this place." Night Feather slaps around, although it is barren hills, few people come, but it is still absolutely safe from time to time.

Bud looked at the night feathers and looked solemn, and nodded gently: "You come with me."

Bard quickly walked through the mountains.

I turned over two mountains and came to a valley.

"This is the place where I practiced. No one will come. What do you say?" Bud turned and looked at the night feathers.

The night feathers glanced at Bud and slowly opened his mouth: "You are not called Bard, you are a dragon family."

boom!

Bud's face changed dramatically, and a sound rang. Bard's figure was as fast as lightning. The blink of an eye was attached to the front of the night feathers. A cold knife was already placed on the neck of the night feather.

"Who are you! How can you know about the dragon?" Bud’s eyes burst into a killing.

The mountain wind echoed in the valley, and the air was filled with chill.

"So nervous, I really don't want to use it here."

The banter’s voice rang behind Bard’s body.

Bud’s face changed, and the blade on the neck of the night feathers turned. Bard stood behind the night feathers and watched the source of the sound.

a child.

Long Xiaopeng took a sigh of relief. In some days, there was no space for chaos. He looked at Bud with a smile. "Kid, you can know me."

Bud looked at the dragon chubby look, especially the seven-clawed green dragon embroidered on the apron. His eyes became confused by shock, and then became confused by confusion. Finally, he turned to surprise.

"You, you!" The dagger at the neck of the night feathers was taken away. Bud stepped back and looked at the dragon chubby incredulously.

"If you don't recognize me, isn't it a bully?" The voice of Long Xiaopeng became ridiculous, with both hands squatting and "glaring" at Bud.

"Recognize, recognize." Bud quickly nodded, his face flashed this emotion, horror, surprise, can't believe, and finally even became stunned.

Hey!

"If it is not Long, now you are dead!" The night feathers are very light, but full of killing.

Bud looked at the sudden night of the sudden feathers, a moment of illusion, the two hands, dead, really is himself.

"You are a new generation of Bud in a group of dragons?" Long Xiaopeng looked at Bard's body.

噗通.

Bud squatted toward the dragon and chubby. After three weeks and nine squats, he replied: "Yes, I am Bud from this generation."