After being dressed as a little fat, he was taken away by the male protagonist

Chapter 211 The elusive Mr. Shen (sugar dregs~)

After taking a few breaths, Xiao Lu leaned against the big tree and stared at the black dragon in the distance.

Her whole body was tense, and she didn't relax because of the other party's sudden pause.

Suddenly, the black dragon's dark green vertical pupils glanced at her, turned around and slid in the opposite direction.

After finally attracting this thing, how could it be allowed to go back casually?

Xiao Lu: "Black loach, black loach..."

The strange thing is that no matter how much she yelled this time, the other party still didn't stop.

Thinking of Shen Yanjin lying dying under the tree, Xiao Lu had no choice but to bite the bullet and rush back.

After following Shen Yanjin for so many years, even a dog has feelings, not to mention she is only a specially raised bird.

Anyone can die, but Shen Yan can't.

The only warmth she encountered in this world must not be corroded and buried in her mind.

Everything here was meant for him.

The world is not Shen Yanjin, maybe it is still turning.

But she didn't have Shen Yanjin... What would happen?

This idea has not been confirmed.

She rushed to that place quickly.

Use all your strength to move forward.

"wait for me."

Even if he is about to face the black flood dragon.

She will also be able to block with soldiers and cover with water.

And this premise must be that Shen Yanjin is alive!

Xiao Ling chased forward at the fastest speed, she jumped onto the back of the black dragon, stepped on those greasy black scales, and jumped onto the head of the black dragon with a vigorous figure.

Then, he stabilized his body, showed the dagger in his hand, and stabbed one of the eyes in one go.

She drew out her dagger again, intending to attack the black flood dragon's other eye.

However, he was thrown to the ground by the raging black flood dragon.

"puff……"

Unable to restrain himself from spurting a mouthful of blood, Xiao Lu was dizzy from being hit, and his eyes turned black.

Hei Jiao was in so much pain that he rolled on the ground.

Afraid of being harmed, Xiao Ling rolled over seven or eight times and retreated from the danger zone.

"Damn humans..."

Hei Jiao let out a shrill cry, the voice was full of resentment and hatred towards Xiao Lu.

This puzzled Xiao Lu, but it was just one eye.

"The dagger is coated with black stone powder."

A low hoarse voice, which seemed to be haunted by ghosts, rang in his ears.

Xiao Lu trembled involuntarily, turned his head, and the other person's whole body leaned against her as if weightless, and his warm lips pressed against her somewhat sensitive neck.

bass…

Xiao Lu's ears turned red.

She shrank her neck awkwardly, trying not to let the damn lips stick to her.

The moment her head went blank, the person who was leaning on her fell on top of her like a trend.

Breathing out hot air, he said, "Shen Xiaopang, wait for it to weaken in a while, and then make another cut."

Xiao Lu nodded, because of her subconscious movements, her lips rubbed against her neck several times.

I don't know if it's the brain cramps or the brain flooding.

Xiao Lu directly moved to the side, and Shen Yanjin's upper body fell straight on the grass.

Faintly, a muffled hum was heard.

She shrank her neck, her eyes wandered here and there, but she didn't dare to look at her deity, and all she could think of was letting Mr. Shen fall on the grass in her little head.

Even if she is not swallowed alive by the black flood dragon, when Shen Yanjin is fully awake, she is afraid that she will have to see the impermanence of black and white.

"whispering sound--"

The moment the black dragon screamed loudly, the entire head of the dragon lost its spirituality and hit the ground heavily.

Without doing anything, Xiao Ling quickly ran in front of the black flood dragon with the dagger in his hand, and used his strength to shoot upwards, the sharp dagger pierced straight into the opponent's other eye.

Nothing?
Xiao Ling stepped on the black flood dragon with one left and one right foot, and with great force under his feet, he grasped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and pulled it out, the sword surface was still stained with bright red blood.

(End of this chapter)