Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 2251 The gold is gone
Yelin felt guilty for drinking other people's water, and honestly gave the little witch a weak leg a ride on a big horse, holding her smooth and well-proportioned calf, and said with a smile: "In a sense, this is also an unforgettable experience, isn't it? .”

"Tch~ You can be glib."

Yimiwu snorted softly with a blushing little face, pinched his face and cheeks with his small hands and pulled them to the sides. This guy has a flexible eel in his mouth, and he likes to drill into places with a lot of water.

It was late at night, the moon was slanting towards the west in the sky, shining a red light that covered the sky and covering the earth, and the flames burning all over the city were extremely strange, and the atmosphere of ominous and evil was still pervasive.

The dragon clan fights and kills each other, the losers are reduced to delicious blood food, the winners burn their blood, and there are not a few people who evolve on the spot.

The dragons went through a round of "purification", and although the number was a little smaller, the surviving dragons were obviously more ferocious and cruel, with a cold blood in their eyes and a terrifying aura.

"Bakar gave the Heaven Realm a long enough time, or he was actually tired of waiting and impatient." Ye Lin said.

Yimi Wu hummed softly, put his chin on his shoulder, and wrapped his delicate arms around his neck. People who didn't know the intimate look thought they were a pair of brother and sister.

In the City · Hell of Battle
A soldier of the United Army spat hard, then raised his head proudly, and said, "Ugly lizard, one day, your blood will smear the heavens all over."

The Dragon Clan brought the captured soldiers of the United Army to the Battle Prison, and let them kill each other just like watching the Colosseum. Only one person survived, and the weapon he gave was only a short knife.

Some people would rather die than submit, and they are proud, while others choose to live, waving a short knife frantically and stabbing their colleagues in the back.

After Yimi Wu saw it, his admiration for Dragon King Sheng disappeared instantly.

I accidentally forgot that even in the Demon Realm where the weak prey on the strong, Bakar is also a vicious tyrant.

Some scholars described Bakal in this way, "He stood in the sea of ​​blood and mountains of corpses, his wings were covered with the corpses of the dead, all of them were torn apart, and the coagulated blood on the scales was thicker than the scales themselves."

Some scholars also joked that if Bakar hadn't escaped from the Demon Realm, he would probably be the first to suppress the Black-eyed Demon Emperor when the power of the Kaxiu Sect was soaring.

Because of the Dragon King's natural personality, no one is allowed to be more arrogant than him. Of course, after Naiyali's arrival, no one will dare to be more arrogant than Naiyali.

Tyrant, butcher, evil dragon... There are many titles bestowed on Bakar by the heavens, but they are all words that symbolize darkness and terror, and absolutely none of them contain the slightest praise.

Yimi Wu suddenly recalled something, and said excitedly: "By the way, I remember that the birth of sisters Nuoerni from the different faces was due to a drop of water of life, which means that Bakar may still have a small amount of water of life in his hand. Hey, you drank my water, give it back to me."

Bakal is an extremely egotistical character who behaves casually. Even the wise and demon-like Herder can't figure out what he is thinking.

The incomparably precious water of life, full of legendary fetishes, he generously gave a drop to the weak alien race, just because the alien race supported him in the Dragon War.

"Actually..." Ye Lin hesitated, and said, "I have a water pipe rich in nutrients..."

"Shut up, that choked throat."

In the second half of the night, Yimi Wu was looking for a dragon he was interested in, and wanted to make a beautiful doll to decorate his doll forest and dark house.

In addition to Nine Tails... Now Eight Tails Bronna, the little witch also has her eyes on the dragon fairy Nimpa with beautiful wings like butterflies.

However, Ningpa's status in the Dragon Clan is quite high, and he often goes to the main hall to listen to the Dragon King's orders, and sometimes even protects Sarah, so Yimi Wu didn't touch her first.

The fire broke out overnight, and the city was bloody.

Due to the additional factors of different dimensions, the supposedly established history is slightly different from the original. For example, the first night of the dragon's waning moon celebration did not appear in history.

next day
The morning light that dispelled the chill, the rays of light from the sky, and the almost frozen bloody smell that could penetrate Dragon City.

Sarah Wayne and a team of dragons left Dragon City, accompanied by high-ranking dragons.

A very active coalition army appeared in the northern part of the Tianjie Continent. The name of the specific organization is unknown. Many attacks were planned. Ningpa ordered them all to be killed, and no one was needed.

The Wayne family's residence was there before, and they are very familiar with the terrain and the distribution of cities and towns in the heavens. Sarah can help the Dragon Clan.

However, because of the coded letter on the parchment, Ningpa became suspicious of Sarah, and ordered the accompanying high-ranking dragons to kill her and her family as soon as Sarah made any changes.

"Ah!! Who took my money."

In a corner of the city, in the underground secret room, there was an extremely angry roar suddenly, as if wanting to yell out his heart, liver and lungs, completely breaking the calmness of the morning.

The dragon-human boy, the evil boy Swan's eyes were red, and his unusually thick left arm swelled up again, but his inconspicuous short head grew a giant dragon-like claw, covered with rock-like dragon scales.

Swann easily opened the iron door of the vault, and the hard metal was as hard to grip as mud in his hands.

He was mad with rage, the vaults of gold coins, nuggets and gemstones last night, several oversized storage rooms, were now empty only of choking dust and damp lichen moss.

Swann has a habit of collecting treasures, but he has no intention of cleaning them diligently. This is very similar to Yimiwu. He just puts the gold bricks in the basement and piles them up casually, so he doesn't care about them.

However, the thief seemed to be deliberately mocking him. Not only did he evacuate all the gold in one night, but he also used a piece of white paper to pave the way in the middle of the last room alone, leaving him with the only sparkling hair that was wiped. Bright gold coins.

"Want to die, who the hell!"

The gold that had been collected for hundreds of years was hollowed out overnight by thieves, and a gold coin was deliberately left behind as a mockery. Swann's chest was about to explode.

He rushed out of the treasury violently, pinched the neck of a passing dragonman with his thick dragon claws, and asked sharply, "Did you steal my gold?"

"no no……"

Boom!

The dragon's claws clenched tightly, Swan brutally crushed the opponent's neck and head, and immediately rushed to the next target.

"Did you steal my gold?"

Then a mournful cry resounded all around.

Whether it was a human or a dragon, everyone who was encountered by Swan questioned and crushed his head cruelly.

Swan is different from those naturally powerful dragons. He is a relatively rare mutant, a young dragon born in the heavens.

Swan had a childhood memory of being bullied. When the dragons of the same age were all beginning to be majestic, the dragon scales on his body were still as thin as brittle ice, and the immature claws could not even grasp the bark, and the dragon horns Only one.

The appearance of thin arms and thin legs is the lowest even among dragon people.

Wherever he went, Swann was greeted with merciless ridicule and beatings, bruised all over his body, and then laughed at his fragile body like glass.

The reason why he was not killed was purely because some dragons wanted to have fun.

After being beaten to the brink of death again, the hellish memoirs poured out like a tide, and Swann felt a deep disgust for his frail body. If he can grow normally, if he also has majestic claws~
He was extremely psychologically twisted but unable to take revenge, so he began to self-mutilate, grabbing into the hard ground with his fragile palms, and it didn't matter if his fingers were broken one by one. It seemed that only this pain could vent his resentment.

When his life was about to dissipate, a warm force surrounded him, and his severed left hand underwent an astonishing mutation, becoming majestic like a giant dragon, with extremely sharp claws.

According to the analysis of some high-level dragons, Master Bakar appreciated his long-term oppression and deep twisted and dark heart, and gave him a sharp claw with destructive power no less than three giant dragons.

The destructive power of Swann's left hand is comparable to that of the mad dragon Hess.

The reborn Swann is called the "evil boy". He is also smiling when he kills, with the happiest smile and the cruelest means. At the same time, he has a perverted obsession with gold.

"Did you steal my gold!"

His hobby of collecting gold also originated from childhood bullying. He wanted to take away everyone's favorite things, including offspring, relatives, and gold.

Swann was still going crazy, his chilling left claw grabbed the passing dragon man, and after a question, no matter whether the answer was yes or no, he crushed his head directly.

"Stop, is that you?!" Swann continued to grab the passing target with a crazily killing intent.

Sophie, who was in a good mood at first, frowned, and when she turned around, she saw the sharp claws that were grabbing head-on. They had grown so large that they could crush an entire human body with one hand, and they were stained with disgusting blood, broken bones, and internal organs.

"Disgusting, disturbing my appetite early in the morning."

Sophie didn't even want to touch this claw. The dragon fist she swung was extremely powerful, surrounded by howling and shocking air waves. The road under her feet and the buildings on both sides exploded. For a moment, I was sober with fright.

lol~
The five fingers of Swann's mutated claws were twisted backward at [-] degrees, completely broken off, only a few tendons were still intertwined, and the flesh and blood in the palm was torn and emptied, revealing the white bones.

The sharp claws comparable to the mad dragon Hess were distorted out of shape, and Swann himself screamed, and was engulfed by the air waves and flew backwards, smashing into the middle of a building without knowing his life or death.

"Hey, it's boring, I haven't used half of my punch yet."

Sophie rubbed her flat stomach, no, she was going to die.

One punch consumes a beef thigh. I watched the ring last night to see the excitement. Now I haven't eaten much. I'm starving to death.

(End of this chapter)