Bancheng Fengyue

It seems that she didn't find them, she just let out threats.

Fu Cang moved slowly, looked up at the dark sky, the passage of time in the mortal world is much faster than that in the God Realm, seeing that the night is coming to an end, Gu Ting probably just flew to the Nantianmen, I'm afraid there will be another It takes a day and a night here to wait for rescue.

Fu Cang put his palms on the soft and wet mud, his whole body sank slowly, and he dived nearly a hundred feet before stopping.

Xuan Yi, who was held down by him, wriggled violently. He lifted her up, and immediately smelled a faint scent of divine blood. Fu Cang was slightly startled, he grasped her calf, his tentacles felt wet, and her wound burst open.

He tore off his sleeve and wrapped it around the wound forcefully. In the darkness, only Xuan Yi's slight panting could be heard, and her body was trembling slightly as she was close at hand.

Unexpectedly, this trip caused her to suffer so much, Fu Cang slowly groped her face with his fingers, her cold and soft skin was covered with cold sweat. I thought that even if the princess of the Zhuyin family was not brave and good at fighting, she should at least have some skills, but who knew that she really didn't have any hands-on skills.

A trace of regret suddenly appeared in his heart.

"Be patient."

He hooked her knees and made her curl up a little more comfortably. Suddenly, she opened her mouth and bit his finger hard—it was really merciless, and his thumb would probably break if he pressed harder.

If she gets hurt, he shouldn't even think about it! Xuan Yi viciously grinds his big teeth on his fingers.

He was really stubborn, and he let her bite without saying a word, but wrapped her coat tighter, and pressed her head with the other hand. After a long time, he whispered: "Exhaust yourself yet?" ?”

After waiting for a long time, she was still gnawing on his poor thumb, but Fu Cang finally got impatient and flicked his finger on her front teeth, forcing her to open her mouth and spit out her thumb.

Hateful reckless man! Xuan Yi suppressed his anger forcibly, turned his head to one side, and continued to remain silent.

The catfish demon's voice fluctuated from far to near. With her ability, she should be able to discover their hiding place just now. Fu Cang used the technique of walking in the earth, and fled thousands of miles in one go, finally he could no longer hear her cry.

Occasionally scattered little monsters and underground dragons passed by underground, and when they saw these two gods, they ran away in fright. Fu Cang didn't want to stay for long, and fled for thousands of miles. Leaping out, looking around, I saw that this place seemed to be a mortal capital, with a square and neat layout. Because it was still early, there were few pedestrians on the street, and the wind passed by, bringing the smell of incense from the east, and the cross-flow entrenched Fresh air also faintly comes from the east.

There will be incense, presumably some kind of fairy temple or temple, Princess Dragon's divine power overflowed from trauma, and it would be great to have a clear air to cover it up, so as not to be injured and run around.

Fu Cang galloped to the east, only to see a Qingdi Temple built there, resplendent and magnificent, with incense burning. Before dawn, countless mortals came into the temple to burn incense, and there was an endless stream of prayers. Unexpectedly, after escaping for a long time, he still fled into his own territory... He felt a sense of irony, hurriedly passed through the dense crowd, and landed at the most majestic place behind the Qingdi Temple.

Here is an old peach tree that is as thick as ten people's arms, and the fresh air overflows from it. In time, you can become an immortal. Ordinary people also seem to have noticed the magic of this peach tree, surrounded it with white jade railings, tied it with red silk, and sent four people to stand upright at the four corners to guard it.

It seems that this Qingdi Temple is not so much dedicated to his father, but rather that the power of prayer has been borrowed by this magical peach tree, no wonder the incense is so strong.

Fu Cang hugged Xuan Yi and floated down under the tree. She had been as quiet as a piece of wood since just now, silent and motionless. He was a little worried, and he pulled off the coat that wrapped her, but saw her eyes closed tightly, A face sunk in the clothes, it seems to be asleep.

After being chased and killed by the fish demon and suffering such serious injuries, how could she fall asleep?

Fu Cang suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and slowly lifted the hem of her shirt. Sure enough, the skirt and his coat were already soaked in the blood of the gods, so how powerful is the catfish demon's pull?

He released his divine power to test the wound, but the spell turned into nothingness as soon as it touched her skin—no, Zhuyin's methods are useless, if the spell can't hurt them, naturally it can't save them.

Hoarfrost began to condense on the grass, and Zhuyin couldn't control the overflow of divine power as soon as she was injured, and his coat could no longer accommodate the divine power pouring out of her. Affected by the power of the cold, the leaves fell from the peach trees, and the four mortals guarding outside the white jade fence couldn't help shivering.

As if to strengthen his courage, one of the guards shouted sharply: "What?!"

This sound was very loud, Xuan Yi who was sleeping could not help frowning, Fu Cang blew out in one breath, overturning the halberds of the four people, they were so panicked that they shouted again and again, and ran away.

What should I do now? Fu Cang hugged her and sat quietly under the peach tree, hearing her panting, seeing the falling peach leaves and frost in mid-air, he didn't know what it was like.

The Dragon Princess in his arms was getting heavier and colder, as if he was hugging a piece of ice for thousands of years. He lifted it upwards, and only heard a "poof", his coat suddenly rose, followed by His hands sank again, and a huge black dragon several feet long landed on him.

Fu Cang was taken aback, before he could take a closer look, he felt that the dragon in his arms struggled vigorously for a few times, then it seemed to lose its breath and became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a small black dragon about half a foot long. The loach curled up into a ball in his palm.

This is... Candle Yin Dragon God? ! Fu Cang was extremely astonished, she actually appeared as a dragon!

Legend has it that each of the Candle Yin Dragon Gods can swallow the moon and drive the sun ~www.novelmt.com~ Brave and unparalleled, but who knows that she was born so small and weak, the scales on her body have not yet fully grown, but the scales on her back are densely packed and neat, and her belly The upper body is patched here and there, and the four feet are bare without a single scale. The right hind leg is dripping with blood, and the wound is quite deep.

No wonder she was so badly injured, it turned out that the scales hadn't grown to her legs yet. Fu Cang tore off the other sleeve, tore it into pieces, and wrapped her right leg tightly.

The little loach in his palm suddenly raised his head and glanced at him, a trace of haughty disdain and anger flashed across his small eyes, he opened his mouth suddenly, bit his middle finger, and gnawed viciously between his fine teeth for a long time.

Fu Cang gently pressed her small head with one finger, and whispered: "Don't make trouble, you are seriously injured."

She gnawed on it unwillingly for a long time, and gradually softened up and fell asleep, her fine teeth were still digging at his fingers, leaving a few small blood holes.

Fu Cang pinched her head, closed her mouth for her, touched the smooth skull with his fingertips, and felt two bumps as small as rice grains. There are two dragon horns the size of rice grains growing on its head, which cannot be seen without looking very carefully.

He couldn't help but gently rubbed the two petite dragon horns with his thumb, it felt very good.

She let out a soft "squeak" in her sleep—the Candle Yin Dragon God screamed like a mouse.

Fu Cang felt at a loss for a while, and a little funny for a while.

The divine power overflowing from the wound stopped, the body of the dragon was much stronger than the body of a human, the frost on the ground gradually melted away, and the peach leaves no longer fell. The twilight of the morning sun fell on her pitch-black scales, reflecting a warm and cold color. He touched it slowly, and it was indeed cold, but soft.

This Dragon Princess is much more pleasing as a loach than as a goddess.