His name…

He frowned slightly at the lamp.

The sound of the collapse of the giant vines can be heard clearly. The green vines of the elf king are insignificant before the power of the dragon. In the king's body, he naturally caused irreparable damage to the elves.

"Does the dragon race fight against the elves?"

The elf king on the throne barely maintained his demeanor, his lotus-like face as pale as paper.

As soon as he finished speaking, undisguised violence spread from his strangely colored silver pupils, and a smile appeared on the lips of the beautiful and powerful creature.

"This is just my position," Vincent said: "But if you want to order all the elves to come after me..." He smiled brightly: "I can't ask for it."

Cub, just because he was accidentally trapped by the curse mark...

The emerald green pupils glanced towards the light, and the killing intent flashed away from the bottom of the elf's eyes.

In a short period of time, he can no longer force out the love liquid from the Son of God, although it is a pity, but only by obtaining a large amount of blood of the Son, he can defeat this ignorant dragon. Bringing the human race back from the dead as puppets, the puppets do not know how to refuse and resist, is a wonderful way to enjoy the body of the Son for a long time.

The vines all over the hall meandered against the ground. When the chariot lamp felt something rubbing against his shoulders, the golden red flames had already burned the dead green vines to pieces, and the dragon body The shape flashed, accurately capturing the invisible vines in the air.

"It's not a fighter over there," Vincent pointed with his thumb towards the lamp, the smile on his face began to retreat, the dazzling silver flowed in his eyes, and suddenly The fire opened a huge blood hole in the Elf King's chest: "Fight at me, old man."

His voice fell to the ground, and his figure moved to the side of the Elf King like a ghost. Vincent patted the latter on the shoulder. The bleeding wound made the elf cough with hatred, and the latter glanced Before he could move his eyes, Vincent lifted the elf's neck with ease, and pressed the other party against a charred giant vine, his thin lips curling cruelly.

"Bye."

The blood-splattered corpse was retracted from the lower abdomen, the shredded flesh that had been torn apart burst into a small sound, the snow-white brain splattered on the ground, the elf's blood was a very beautiful green, and the vines scattered all over the hall at a speed visible to the naked eye. Withered, seeing the other party looking at him, he ran towards the lamp two or three steps.

"There is an array here," Vincent waited for him to come over, motioning towards the lamp to pay attention to the complex magic array under his feet, which painted the entire hall, and gradually gathered countless fluorescent lights: "It should be It is used to notify the unexpected magic formation, the blood of the elf king can promote the operation of the formation, such a large amount of blood may have caused a sensation, and when we go out, many elves will be waiting at the door."

Look at the lamp for a moment, then said: "Quickly burn it."

"What are you afraid of," the dragon clan smiled and looked at Chao Deng: "It's rare that so many elves are willing to fight with me."

Shit, the battle maniac.

Although the elves are beautiful, the power they possess should not be underestimated. This is the foundation of their life based on their appearance. clear?"

"Don't be afraid, I'll take you out."

“…”

No communication at all!

But he's so confident...a bit cool?

"Come on," with the sound of the hall door opening, the elven knights surrounding the hall came into view, Heine's beautiful face showed a complex look that had never been seen before, and the red dragon's eyes swept across After the chasing soldiers in all directions, his eyes fell on the face of the elf prince, and he smiled: "Master, we can't escape."

"For what?"

The magician on the opposite side has already begun to spread out the giant formation. Although I don't know what the formation is, the vast psionic energy makes people shudder and kicks him at the lamp.

"Tell me later."

Vincent didn't argue with him either. After drawing the formation around him, his hands ignited golden flames and rushed towards the elf. Only then did he vaguely realize how incredible the power of the dragon who signed the contract with him. , is so powerful that it is almost evil. It is more like a one-sided slaughter than a battle. It can be seen that although Vincent has an unparalleled magic talent, he does not rely on magic. His body is the most terrifying weapon, maybe Because he prefers the thrill of touching the blood directly, one by one elves died in his hands, and the heads of the losers were either thrown up by charred vines and hung high, or rolled directly into the hall of the formation, the figure of the dragon family. In a pool of green blood, he was like a **** of death who reaped life, and when he remembered the ancient book he didn't intend to read, the red dragon was called the king of dragons, and he truly deserved it.

What kind of monster did you get into this time? You’ll be killed by brushing the opponent’s hatred.

Towards the light, very dim.

"Apprentice!" Seeing that the red dragon was so excited that it was on the verge of going berserk, except that his hands had become minions, his body also faintly took on the shape of another creature. Heine, the elf prince's face was pale, and the scar on his shoulder almost penetrated his upper body. After hesitating, he stepped into the formation with one foot: "Don't fight, let's go."

The human race in the formation is a contractual relationship. The elf's arrow is the fastest weapon in the world. A light and shadow flashed by. Vincent forcibly tore the arrow from the pierced palm. The light blocked the fatal blow.

"Sorry..."

He murmured subconsciously.

"

“…hmmm.”

After all, Heine is so cute.

"No one has ever interrupted my battle," the red dragon's silver pupils narrowed slightly: "If this is a deal, I promise you."

"Okay," said Zao Lan immediately, "Run?"

"Run."

Vincent nodded with a smile, he pulled over the facing lamp, picked him up and rushed in the direction with the least elves, the speed of the red dragon was unbelievably fast, and the magic orders around him shot out The arrows were useless, and realizing their purpose, the elves quickly changed their formation to follow.

"I always think it's a bit cheap for them..." In order to speed up, he can only try to avoid the pursuers, and at the same time pay attention to the complex forest and the hidden magic circle, he has never been so embarrassed The red dragon that ran by showed a thoughtful look, and after a long while, Vincent's eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, and he held the boy in his arms tightly with one hand, freeing one hand to release Jin Yan, and the fire continued: "Click fire."

Although this can indeed make the elves who love their homeland weaken their pursuit and put out the fire, but no matter how I think about it, I feel…

"I rely on it," Chao Deng said with sincerity: "talent."

"Your elf is following," Vincent said with no haze in his eyes: "I want to kill him."

"Don't kill, don't kill, love peace."

Just as they were about to leave the forest, Heine's shout came from behind.

"Towards Light—"

"Kill it."

The red dragon stopped neatly, and immediately grabbed his two hands towards the lamp: "Hey, peace and peace."

Seeing that they stopped, Heine accelerated and chased after them. Her pale moon-like face was covered with sweat. He looked at the lantern in the arms of the dragon family with some hesitation: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

"You guys go from the west side, there are fewer obstacles there," Heine hesitated for a moment: "I don't know how long you hired the dragon, or the red dragon..."

Vincent smiled and said, "Kill you."

"Let's go west, see you, Hein."

"Sorry..."

The elf whispered.

Red Dragon lest the world be in chaos: "If you're sorry, fight me—"

"It's all right," Chao Deng covered his mouth, facing Heine, and at the same time kicked Vincent lightly: "Let's go, let's break up."

"Okay," Vincent took back his gaze at the elf: "Go east."

“…”

Damn, this man.

Leaving the elf forest, the sky is getting darker, they are staying in the nearest town, Vincent is bloodstained, and fortunately, there are often bounty hunters here to hunt all kinds of rare and exotic beasts, The boss was accustomed to borrowers like them. After Vincent came out of the wash, he glanced at the latter's right hand that was shielding him from arrows, where scabs had begun to form, and the new pink flesh was faintly visible, and he called to the lamp. his name.

"Want a reward."

“…?”

Vincent smiled and approached him.

"You bow your head."

He is too tall, sitting on the bed facing the lamp can only reach his sturdy and beautiful waist, Long Wenyan lowered his head, the rare red hair made his skin even whiter.

It should be him.

The strength is strong, and the character I like. The most important thing is that the name Vincent... is exactly the same as Wei Qiao's English name.

When concluding a contract with the other party, it was undeniable that the name was the reason for his last hesitation to disappear. Seeing the red dragon approaching, he pressed down on the lamp and kissed him on the neck.

The pair of liquid gem-like eyes flashed with surprise, and after reacting, Vincent pulled the boy into his arms and tentatively put the tip of his tongue into the lamp. In the dragon's mouth, the latter did not hesitate to entangle his tongue to absorb the sweet liquid, and Vincent did not let him go until the wet liquid dripped down towards the lamp's lips and was almost out of breath.

"Remuneration..." Zhao Deng said hoarsely, he licked the saliva from his lips: "What do you want?"

"Heal me."

"Can you lick?"

"Don't do this."

"Then you..."

Vincent got on his bed, the oppression of the dragons could hardly lift his head toward the lamp, the body that was close at hand was full of strength, Vincent was only wrapped in a bath towel, slender and strong calves Casually placed beside the bed, his beautiful muscles are distinct but not exaggerated. Something is close to his buttocks, which is the palm of the dragon.

“…”

Be a hooligan.

...play well, hehe.

Vincent unbuttoned his clothes a little at the lamp, the sitting posture of the Holy Son can make his body line at a glance, he is very thin, and his waist is thinner than ordinary boys. The line of the plump buttocks is narrow and full, and the dragon stretched his injured palm into the seductive area and touched it again and again, and he gestured towards the lamp to clamp the wet two round petals.

"Master," Vincent laughed: "I want it here."

When the morning light woke up, the sound of something flashing in his ears, the dazzling sunlight made him frown uncomfortably, and in confusion he could clearly see the six pure black Bat Wing, Zhao Deng opened his eyes involuntarily.

"...Lodin?" He grabbed the clothes beside the bed and put them on his body, and at the same time couldn't help asking: "Didn't you go back to hell?"

"Let's see you," the big devil sitting on the windowsill turned against the light, his handsome face was blurred, he whistled frivolously: "Who are you in bed with? He can't Ah, it actually made you get up."

"I didn't really do it," Zhao Deng adjusted the front of his clothes: "How did you find this place?"

"Always come to you."

"I..."

The target is your knight commander, and the situation is even worse, he is a red dragon, the most shameless kind."

"Wait a minute, I know you're excited...fuck, **** you..."

"Will I be happy if you are upset?"

"...Ok, I'll give you the control."

Blue eyes as pure as the sky.

I'll plug it in, I won't.

Lodin and Cecia, are they...?

"Front body and back body, split personality or half body..." The dragon opened the door from the outside, and the breakfast in his hand was faintly steaming, waiting to see the creatures on the window sill that alternated between light and dark, Vincent licked his lips, and his excited expression filled Long Yi-colored pupils. He handed the food in his hand to Chao Deng, and stated at the same time: "The Demon King and the Archangel are one person."

The white six wings stretched out, and the plump wings were fully revealed, Cecia quietly watched the Holy Son behind Vincent.

"Towards the lamp, and left me," the archangel raised his eyes: "I really want to **** you, I'm sorry I can't give you a happy first time, because I'm very angry."

“…”

I can't answer the light, go downstairs.

"Master," Long called his name with a smile: "Hurry up and watch me fight birds."

“…”

Stupid downstairs.