The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 253 Candle Dragon
It can make water lions and monsters prostrate on the ground... Xie Wanrong's expression froze slightly.

An ethereal voice like the ringing of a bronze bell poured from above his head.

majesty!

Xie Wanrong couldn't help but pop up these two words in his mind.

"I haven't seen anyone for a long time, but I have forgotten the appearance of human beings. Let them come up! Relieve my boredom!"

The water lion buzzed: "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Qi Jinghuan narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, and his lower lip was tightly pursed into a line.

"This town of monsters still obeys the orders of the old demon king." Xie Wanrong smiled lightly, "Unexpectedly, even if the old demon king is imprisoned in the Shuiluo Pagoda, his identity will not be humiliated."

With the order of the old demon king, the water lion immediately opened the stone gate leading to the second floor.

Xie Wanrong followed Qi Jinghuan, as she walked deeper and deeper, a strong stench came over her face, but she felt a faint uneasiness in her heart, as if a voice was pulling her, telling her that the secret was about to be revealed.

The Water Luo Tower has twelve floors, and the old demon king was pressed on the top floor. With the old demon king's direct orders, they can be said to be unimpeded all the way.

The demon beasts on each floor are blind and let go.

It wasn't until the tenth floor that there were no monster-suppressing beasts, and the entire tenth floor was empty. Xie Wanrong glanced over subconsciously and saw the huge claw marks on the wall.

"This should be the place where the devil's mount, Candle Dragon, is imprisoned." Xie Wanrong's fingertips lightly touched the scratches on the wall, and the deep touch made her scalp tingle.

She looked around and lowered her voice: "Ancient Candle Dragon, the only mount of the Demon Lord, looking at the claw marks, it should be a super giant..."

Before she could say the word "beast", a gust of wind passed by, she felt her waist tightened, and her body was drawn into a strong embrace, and suddenly a huge wing slashed towards her eyes.

She was hugged tightly by Qi Jinghuan, looking at the crimson dragon body that almost occupied the entire hall in front of her, her eyebrows twitched heavily.

Such a huge guy wants to pass under it... Xie Wanrong knows why there is no monster beast here.

If there is any demon beast that can suppress the demon king's mount, it will probably be dismantled into the belly by Zhulong long ago.

Xie Wanrong couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Candle Dragon swung its tail and circled, its crimson eyes were especially bright in the dark hall.

As soon as the strength in Qi Jinghuan's hands changed, he pushed Xie Wanrong behind him. His face was stern, and his voice was cold: "Go to the ninth floor, leave it to me here."

"Leave it to you?" Xie Wanrong looked at the huge monster in front of him, "This is not another monster! It's the candle dragon! The candle dragon that has followed the demon king for thousands of years. Either you and I go to the ninth floor together, or we can fight together a handful!"

No matter how powerful Qi Jinghuan is, he is still a mortal.

She couldn't ignore the scratches on the wall just now, and the pressure of Zhulong's claws was enough to kill them.

"Get out!" Qi Jinghuan's voice sank again, without any emotion in his voice.

Xie Wanrong is not a submissive and obedient person, if she returns to the ninth floor, she will not be Xie Wanrong.

"None of you can leave today!"

A cold voice came from Candle Dragon's belly, with a sinister smile, the crimson dragon scales shone brightly, hovering in the air, and sharp claws attacked the two of them.

She calmly complied with her breath, and with a thought, she immediately took out the armor of the beasts and threw it on Qi Jinghuan. The armor of the beasts seemed to have found its owner, and with a sound, it fit perfectly on him. There is not a single gap in his body.

The original bleak beast armor gradually showed streaks of purple flow, making Qi Jinghuan even more majestic and powerful.

(End of this chapter)