Song Qingming slowly put his blood-stained hand toward the whirlpool.

Without warning, his body was sucked into the whirlpool by a strong force.

There was a period of blankness in the mind, and the body felt a period of heat, and people stayed in a dark place.

She put her hands on the ground and hadn't raised her head to see where she was staying.

Just by a kind of coercion, the suppressed can't raise their heads.

"You are not the one I am looking for?"

An angry voice came from the deep space.

Song Qingming couldn't raise his head when suppressed by that kind of coercion, but in his heart, it was clear.

This sound came from the dragon in the space, and it was precisely because of this dragon that the last Long Aotian was able to stand on the top of the cloud.

"No, so what?"

Song Qingming felt that the pain between her breathing was already unbearable, but she still had to stick to it.

In short, she opened this space, this is her, kill her, this space will burst open.

This dragon, it has aspirations, and it also has resentments. The dragon **** on one side is trapped in this small space, and the destined person he is waiting for is Long Aotian.

but! He will never wait.

"No, no!"

The dragon's voice gradually changed from anger to helplessness.

"Others can help you, and I can also help you."

Song Qingming lowered his head and said such a firm word.

The dragon didn't pay attention to her, but kept sighing.

As it sighed, Song Qingming felt that he was about to collapse from being die-cast, and the feeling of suffocation became stronger as he loved it.

If you don't calm down the dragon, let alone get medicine to save people, whether you can go out or not is a big deal.

She had an idea, and said in a contemptuous tone, "With your disposition, it's no wonder that you are trapped in this kind of place."

"What did you say?"

Long had already fallen into the dust, and he became even more angry when he heard Song Qingming's contemptuous words.

Although it was kept here, it was easy to kill her.

2 killing intent was also moved in an instant.

Song Qingming also felt the ominous feeling derived from it.

"I can use my blood to open the seal of this ring, why don't you trust me?"

Song Qingming asked again.

"Your blood?"

At this time, the gap between Song Qingming and Song Qingming's fingers was still dripping blood, and he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

When he was trapped, he had already figured it out. It would be a man who also had dragon veins to help him.

"Are you a dragon?"

Long asked in a low voice, although it was still unpleasant, but compared to the previous voice, it was considered good.

"I am the eldest princess."

While speaking, Song Qingming raised his head slightly and looked at the darkness in the distance.

The dragon probably accepted it gradually, and the coercion released at this time was also better, and he was able to raise his head.

"Princess, Dragon Vessel!"

Long was lost in thought once again, could it be that he had made a mistake in the first place.

The girl who came in can open the seal and come in, the royal person, the emperor of the dragon?

"I believe you for now, if it doesn't work, huh—"

In desperation, Long could only choose to compromise, but in the end, he snorted, and it made Song Qingming's throat sweet again, and he almost squirted out a mouthful of blood.