Lord of Pets

"Strong fight, stop!"

As early as the silhouette of the little ancestral dragon appeared in the sky, Li Xiao and Zheng Zheng became alert and stared at every move of the two divine angels.

But one's flesh and blood were severely damaged, and the other's spirit was exhausted.

When the sound was conveyed, the eight-winged powerful war god angel had already flashed tens of thousands of meters away, staring at the small figure in the palm of his hand with blue-gold eyes.

"Your Excellency Fourth Generation, please be patient."

The Eight-Winged Paradise flashed across the void.

The cloudy eyes suddenly lit up with the color of morning glow, and a corridor of light more than ten thousand meters long condensed and formed, blocking the way of the Dragon of Dawn.

"What do you mean?" Dawn Dragon narrowed his eyes slightly and emphasized in a serious tone:

"Paradise, Qiang Zhan, I admire your extraordinary achievements. Regardless of combat power or other things, you can be compared with the best of the second generation ancestral dragons of our clan."

"But... this human being is one of ours. If you hurt him, it will not only offend me, nor just justice, but all the mythical dragons in the Ancestral Dragon Court!"

"?!" As soon as these words came out, the person whose heart was most shaken was none other than the Holy Envoy of Jewelry, Shu Qing'er.

She thought that with so many clues gathered together, her guess was close enough to the truth.

But it seems that the degree is very different.

The Lord of the White Dragon, a mere heroic master.

It is actually worthy of the fourth generation of ancestral dragons to make a public commitment on behalf of all ancestral dragons with such a firm attitude.

This kind of treatment, let alone saints, saints, and saints.

Even a fourth-ranked Judgment Dragon Rider like her cannot enjoy it.

Who is he?

There don’t seem to be many objects for suspicion among the ancestral dragons of the undead system...

However, it cannot be ruled out that in order to survive, some ancestral dragons in ancient times had to abandon their true bodies and live on in their bones with the remaining soul fire...

Shu Qing'er racked her brains and her imagination was widened.

In the corner of the battlefield, Mo Xiuci supported Toumuro, originally with a mindset of broadening his horizons, he witnessed the arrival of the angel of God.

After all, such an existence has such a high status. What he says, does, and thinks is completely different from theirs.

But who would have known that after witnessing the explosion of an eight-winged angel clone, an unusually familiar figure would appear among the miracles displayed.

Those pair of starry pupils, and those ferocious bone dragon claws.

The two characteristics combined together, isn't it the same as the White Dragon Lord who was once very popular on the border battlefield, but then was short-lived and captured by the King of Orcs?

At the sacrificial ceremony just now, I vaguely saw him and Miss Crow, and they were indeed still alive.

Could it be...that it was really him? !

After thinking again and again, Mo Xiuci stammered and asked a stupid question:

"Brother Dao, can you see clearly?"

"That's a myth among myths. Looking at them from a distance, they are not injured. It's probably the result of showing mercy."

"If you want to see clearly the figure in his hand... forget it, even the holy beast can't do it."

Toukiro, who was supporting him, had a complicated look on his face, shook his head and sighed softly.

"But..." Mo XiuCi scratched his head, remembering that he had used a scrutinizing attitude to secretly measure the White Dragon Lord's strength.

Now that the eyes and bone claws can match each other, the proof is almost ironclad.

If it was really him...

Protected by a group of ancestral dragons...

Oh my God! What's going on with this world! Do you want to be so crazy!

How long has it been since then that such a huge revelation was revealed? Who is the true identity of the Lord of the White Dragon? !

"Ouch..."

On the ground, two wolves were kicking with eight hooves at dusk, and the expressions on their heads were extremely ferocious.

They were desperately trying to resist the ray of golden light that restrained them, trying to rush to Bai Wushang's side.

This is of course in vain.

But with such intense movement and the shroud of super divine power, the Faceless Rat King, who fell into a deep sleep, opened his eyes in a daze.

"God...God's angel?"

"How weak am I...to be so dazzled..."

"Um...what? You said this is real and not a dream?"

The Faceless Rat King was completely sleepless.

A body stood upright in excitement, stupidly and dumbly, looking up at the two sacred eight-winged angels.

"Eh? Where is the Holy Son?"

"He was arrested? Why?"

The faceless mouse was about to ask this question when he raised his head again.

The four-winged sword angel, the bone dragon in the fetal egg, and the half-human and half-demon, the three images have not dissipated yet, and they can be seen clearly.

"Hiss...I remembered..."

Shutong gave himself a slap to wake up his confused mind.

He immediately remembered the lesson the Holy Son taught him before falling asleep.

Tell it what it means that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky, and what it means that angels have swords that can kill immortals.

"It's over, it's cool now..."

"You still want to help him keep a secret, but this angel of God comes to your door automatically? He comes to both ends at once? How about being so quick..."

"But I still have to whisper, the Holy Son is so stubborn! The gods and angels are not his trump cards, and there is also a suspected pure-blood ancestor dragon behind it? How to do it? This is really something that the hero can achieve Something?"

The rat pupil is making random remarks, half crazy and half crazy.

Ji Yuying was not in the mood to argue with it. Even if she couldn't see clearly, she watched nervously, listening carefully to catch every divine sound.

"It seems there was no mistake this time. We finally found the right person."

The angel of the Eight-Wing Paradise smiled slightly, the wrinkles on his face became deeper, but he asked indifferently and pointedly:

"Then, my dear Fourth Generation, should I ask you to explain why a direct line recognized by the Ancestral Dragon Court, with all the Ancestral Dragons standing behind it, forms a bonding connection with the divine angels of our clan?"

"We originally thought that the Angel of God had just escaped from some restricted area and had various unspeakable secrets that prevented her from returning to heaven alone, so we came here to pick her up."

"Now it seems that there is indeed something unspeakable, but it is not necessarily voluntary on her part. There may be suspicions of coercion, coercion, inducement, and forced restraint."

"Have you forgotten the ancient covenant made back then?"

"Do you also want to be like the orcs, provoking disputes within the realm in this era of turmoil and bloodshed?"

"Paradise, watch your words!"

The last trace of gentleness left by the Dawn Dragon disappeared, and he said coldly:

"My ancestor, Longting, has been an extraordinary and powerful clan from ancient times to modern times."

“It’s actually not bad to call it ‘first’.”

"We have contributed, sacrificed, and killed countless people for the sake of transcendence. Your angel clan is weak and you still think you are superior. You may not be as good as our dragon clan."

"Haha..." Eight-winged Qiangzhan suddenly laughed, and the blue-gold blood rushed into the sky, like a pillar of light standing in the sky, setting off his battle body shining brightly:

"My lineage of angels has its own corresponding inheritance order. It is not your dragon clan's turn to dictate."

"You are just relying on your lust to force all races to conceive children for you. Only in this way can you have a huge base, territory, and fame. How is your actual behavior different from that of wild beasts?"

This time, even the Dragon of Justice looked sullen.

The God of Crying and Laughing couldn't laugh or cry, so he tried to get in the middle and interrupted:

"These few, no matter the Holy Court or the Ancestral Dragon Court, are my extraordinary pillars and the faith of hundreds of millions of living beings."

"It seems to lose your prestige to start a verbal dispute over such established facts."

"God Lord, be brave. This human boy may have difficulties or secrets to get involved with the dragon clan and angels at the same time. Rather than his original wish, he really wants to violate the agreement in ancient times and destroy the trust relationship between these families. .”

"This is indeed true. We should make a conclusion after investigation. Maybe it is just a small misunderstanding. There is no need to hurt the relationship."

When the God of Crying and Laughing fought against the three orc gods, he always had a cold and indifferent attitude and did not like to talk much.

Faced with the verbal conflict between the divine angel and the divine dragon, it spoke one paragraph after another, trying to balance the emotions of both sides.

Only Bai Wushang, who was in the palm of Qiang Zhan, had his blood flowing backwards and suffered unimaginable torture in this life.

What made him even more uneasy was that the conversation he vaguely heard and the reasons given by the God of Laughter and Laughter to mediate it might not hold water in the Holy Court.

Because Bai Wushang is essentially an angel who made an additional contract out of his original wish.

He also really wants to follow Han Zimo's idea and conquer a giant with powerful blood in the future, and together they can attack the ancient covenant, integrate the most advanced combat resources, and further fight against invaders, troublemakers, and evil ones.

"Jigu...jigu!"

The little rabbit in my arms has long since woken up.

It was struggling, trying hard to suck milk, trying to rush out and roar at the angel of God.

It’s amazing how tall you are!

The realm is so high and amazing!

His bloodline is amazing!

If you dare to bully your master, I will bite you! Bite you! I'll bite you to death!

The more the little rabbit thought about it, the more worried he became, and the more worried he became, the angrier he became.

It doesn't care about those rules and regulations.

All it knows is that its master has never done anything wrong.

The little Zulong made a fateful contract by mistake, went through hardships, and later was witnessed by fate. It is unprecedented and unprecedented, and it can be called an epoch-making definition.

Not to mention Sister Angel, she has suffered so much.

Although the Holy Court that originally gave birth to her and raised her tried hard, in the end they still half-gived up, acquiesced in her failure, condoned her departure, and could not help her move to a higher realm.

It is the master who tries every means, pays the price, and makes the commitment.

It was Sister Shentu who was assisting and lending a helping hand.

It was the little rabbit who laughed and encouraged and waved his paws in support.

He has nothing to do with these two stinking bird-man gods! It’s really nothing to look for!

"Wushang, let me out."

At the end of the contract, Xing's voice sounded again.

"Now that it's been discovered, it can't hibernate and grow as expected."

"Neither stalemate nor confrontation is the answer. Let me out. I want to have a basic dialogue and exchange with the two adults, Le Yuan and Qiang Zhan."

"What's the temperament of these two people? Is it possible to persuade them?"

"...It's hard to say." Xing sighed, "It's really difficult to change the complete cognitive system of God Angel."

"Even if the people closest to me are Silence and Military Power, I'm not sure I can do it."

"But to be honest, I did voluntarily choose to establish a bond with you, and it is true that because of the bond, I have experienced tremendous changes, rising to a level that was previously unimaginable."

"Since the two adults have worked so hard to find this place, they just hope to invite the Angel of God back to add core-level combat power to the Holy Court."

"If they still choose to ignore my opinions with such a belief, then the Holy Court... may be extremely pedantic and not far from defeat..."

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ps: It’s really uncomfortable here. I can’t finish it in 2,000 words, and I can’t finish it in 3,200 words.

But when it comes to water, I don’t admit it. As the saying goes, there is no climax without foreshadowing.

The reader's "water" is not necessarily water. Why do we need to read hydrology? Is it okay to cross it out? It doesn't feel good to you, and I don't feel good to be scolded for my hard work.

Or I don’t know how to describe it. It’s just because the food is small and I can’t feed enough, so it seems that the progress is slow, so I use “water” to describe this kind of reading experience. If this is the case, then I agree, but my current condition is very stable, and this is excluded. I won't change this plot easily. I can only join you and scold him together. (There is no charge for PS here

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