Dragon Who Controls Time

Jialong looked down at the endless snow-white world, the snow-covered ground 500 meters away from the dragon's nest, and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Compared with the younger brother Longmei, who mainly relies on instinct today, because of his much higher intelligence, he has more doubts and hesitations, and dare not take off directly for a while.

Because the predecessor of Garen was a little afraid of heights, he would feel dizzy when he reached the height, and he often had the urge to jump to death when standing at a high place.

Although that feeling is gone now, there is still a bit of hesitation in my heart.

"Five hundred meters high, if you can't fly well, you will fall..."

Garen took a deep breath and seemed to see a big lump of meat sauce.

But as a dragon, flying in the sky is destined, and escaping can't solve any problems.

Jialong took a few deep breaths of cold air, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and then looked left and right at his dragon wings, which were about the same length as his body.

With a thought, the folded dragon wings stretched out like an arm, and at the same time quickly fanned.

With the movement of the dragon wings, the magical energy in the surrounding space jumped like a elf, surrounding Garen's body, and a buoyant force was generated, and Garen's sturdy lower limbs suddenly lifted off the ground, more than three feet away.

His whole dragon floated up.

The flight of dragons actually relies on passive spell-like abilities.

It is equivalent to blessing a fixed flying technique, which is still very high-level.

Although the dragon wings are large and powerful, according to the structure, it is obviously unable to support the tonnage of the dragon's body.

On the other hand, while Jialong was still testing the flight, Longmei and Longdi jumped excitedly, left the dragon's nest, and soared recklessly under the blue and clear sky.

Just flying for the first time, they showed full flexibility, as if they were born with the ability to fly.

"Canon, why haven't you come yet?"

Hill deftly circled in the air, then turned to look at Gallen, who was several times bigger than him, and said to Gallen in dragon language.

The chanting is crisp and the syllables are sweet, and it sounds like silver bells dancing in the wind.

The two dragon brothers also looked at Jialong and said in dragon language, "Jianlong, are you afraid?"

Jialong glanced at Brother Dragon No. 1 and No. 2, who were too lazy to remember their names, and snorted softly, saying, "Is this the tone of your voice to your brother?"

He raised his head and looked at the endless snow-white world, looking at the pale golden horizon far in the sky, suddenly the dragon wings shook, and the whole dragon left the dragon nest with a strong wind.

The icy cold wind and sporadic snowflakes all fell on Garen's body.

Looking down, I saw that I was more than 500 meters above the snowy ground, and the snow was like sand, covering all the ground in my field of vision.

The imagined fear and discomfort did not come.

Jia Long was startled for a moment, and then he only felt that he was open-minded and broad-minded, and a kind of heroic feeling of the sky is high and Longfei is born spontaneously.

He immediately wanted to soar, flying in the boundless world of ice and snow, enjoying the cool pleasure of the strong wind and flying snow passing over his body.

Before that, though, there is one more thing to do.

"Hmph, let me teach you a lesson first, what is it to treat dragons with courtesy!"

Jialong narrowed his eyes and looked at the two dragon brothers who were more than ten meters away.

Perhaps it was influenced by the evil nature of the white dragon. Jialong's character has become not so friendly. Just like the two dragon brothers couldn't help but take the initiative to provoke him, after being provoked, he also wanted to respond to the past with a tit-for-tat, and teach him a lesson. How do they make dragons.

Cannon felt the slight changes in his personality and when he was a human, but he didn't resist, instead he found it more interesting.

He chose to take the initiative to accept this change, and felt that it was necessary to let Brother Long recognize who is the boss here.

Brother Dragon No. 1 and No. 2 Dragon looked at each other, and both saw the meaning in each other's eyes.

A second later, they flapped their wings at the same time and flew towards Garen from left to right.

A dragon is a creature that respects its strength, especially an evil dragon, whose family relationship is extremely weak.

Even wyrmlings rely on fights to confirm their status.

Although Jialong is the eldest son, and his body is a circle bigger than them, if his real strength is not enough to suppress them, he will not be regarded by such arrogant creatures.

Body size is not enough to decide everything.

The speed of Dragon Brother No. 1 was slightly faster, and the body the size of an adult wolf quickly crossed a distance of ten meters, and the dragon claws rudely grabbed towards Garen's face.

Jialong lowered his head directly, and the body of the Siberian tiger already slammed into it like a heavy tank.

Under his terrifying power, Dragon Brother No. 1 was obviously panicked.

bump!

Dragon Brother No. 1 was knocked away, like a rag doll, and was locked by Garen with dragon claws on his neck, and then he was pushed by Garon to the snowy ground, pressing out a dragon-shaped pit mark.

Then there was a fat beating.

Brother Dragon No. 1 refused to accept it, stuck his neck, glared at Jia Long and roared.

"Ow... woo?"

As soon as he made a sound, Garen's dragon claws clenched his entire face tightly, pressed it into the snow and rubbed it back and forth, and the helpless whimper could be heard incessantly.

Although the size can't represent everything, it is enough to let him beat the little dragonfly.

Ahem, although it's not something to be proud of, the violent factor in Ganon's body is stimulated and he enjoys it.

Dragon Di No. 2, who originally charged towards Jialong with Longdi No. 1, saw Jialong dealt with Longdi No. 1 as if he was beating a child. Flying to watch the one-sided beating, not daring to intervene.

The exquisite and good-looking dragon sister Hill came to the second brother of the dragon, and said in a similar bewitching dragon language: "Why don't you help Charles, or you will be beaten when Garon finishes beating Charles."

Charles, is the name of Dragon Brother No. 1.

"Now go to help Charles and join forces to deal with Galleon, you still have a little chance."

The intelligence of Longmei seems to be slightly higher than that of ordinary white dragons, unlike the two silly dragon brothers, who dare to take the initiative to provoke Jialong with such a size.

Dragon Brother No. 2 hesitated for a moment, then with a ruthless expression, he swooped down and rushed towards Jialong.

Snapped!

Jialong Longyi swept away without turning his head, and directly photographed Longdi No. 2 into the snow.

Then, with one paw, he pressed the silly heads of the two dragon brothers, making them very intimately rubbing contact with the cold ground under the snow.

Hundred meters in the air, Hill watched this scene, and couldn't help but let out a happy, melodious dragon chant.

"Poor Tom, being tricked and beaten by the great Hill."

The name of Dragon Brother No. 2, Tom.

A few minutes later, Charles and Tom were docilely cleaned up by Garen, their noses were bruised, their belly turned in fear, and they expressed their surrender and surrender, which also meant that they were willing to listen to Garen in the future and regard Garen as the real big brother. .

The big brother let go of the silly dragon brother, looked up at Hill, and said lightly: "Great Hill, I have heard what you said just now."

Hill's smug expression froze slightly, then he looked at Garen vigilantly, and said, "Garon, what do you want to do?"

Jialong squeezed the dragon's claws and said gently: "Fly down now, let me punch twice, I will not pursue it."

"Or you start running away and get caught by me like the two of them and get beaten up."