Female supporting style is wrong

The dragon's body is hot, and the pulsating blood vessels under the white and tender skin seem to be flowing with hot magma, warmly sticking to the boy's cheeks.

She should be angry about it.

Ivis raised his eyes calmly. His strength was so great that it was almost beyond the scope of ordinary human beings. The young man touched the tooth marks with his fingertips coldly, looked at the marks he had made, and brushed them lightly, "My lord, you can send me gone back."

Ji Ge wanted to bite back.

But this kind of action is too naive, the giant dragon tried his best to hold back the thought of violence, and said indifferently, "I know."

Ji Ge didn't intend to make a big splash about sending Aivis back, mainly because Ai Weisi didn't intend to reveal her gender. Although Ji Ge was angry, she still had scruples about the target of the raid and sent her outside the palace.

The wind is a bit strong in Wangdu today.

The girl stretched out her hand to press down on the top hat to prevent her inhuman features from being exposed, she tilted her head, and said goodbye to Ai Weiss angrily, "I'm leaving."

"Goodbye." Ai Weiss had already regained his composure. The boy's palms were folded on his lower abdomen, in a very ladylike and elegant posture, as if he could calmly step into a grand and lively banquet in the next second and become the master of it.

The curly and brilliant golden hair was braided and lined with white earlobes. The young man was tall and slender, and it was almost impossible to distinguish the gender. He looked like a beautiful and delicate princess like a doll.

"Master Olivia."

Ji Song left.

Ivis lowered her eyes to suppress her deep emotions, and walked towards the palace.

On the other side, in a small town.

Alger returned to his residence.

The dilapidated small house is not far away from the residences of all the people around.

He took it for granted, went up to the second floor, and talked about what he saw today with the existence in the attic.

"...I fought with Kevin and the others again," the boy said about the fight quite calmly, because there were rumors of the curse, so people around him almost avoided him, and boys of the same age were even more jealous of him. With deep malice, "One day, I will make them fear me and dare not bully me again."

"Okay." In the dim light, a rusty long sword that was carefully placed vibrated a few times without anyone touching it, and made an old voice.

Alger was not surprised, and started cleaning the rusty sword with ease.

The Rusty Sword was originally quietly allowed to be wiped by Alger, but suddenly became agitated.

"Wait," it said in a high voice, "You have the breath of a dragon on your body."

"?"

Alger stopped moving, and said with a smile, "You must have smelled it wrong."

"In this small town, where are there dragons? Aren't they all living in seclusion?"

He suspected that maybe the sword hadn't been used for too long, so the perception was wrong.

After all, it always said that it used to be a sword that could slay dragons.

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In the end, Alger still could not resist the rusty sword that had been with him since he was a child, and agreed to take it out for a stroll.

His attire today was a bit weird, and the residents of the small town were not close to him. Seeing this, they moved a little further away, standing in the distance and whispering.

Alger has long been used to it.

He walked to a secluded place and asked Rust Sword, "Have you found the Dragon Clan?"

Rust Sword was hit hard, and said inconceivably, "Why not, could it be that my perception is wrong."

Alger sighed, he had already walked around the town, since he didn't find the so-called dragon family, he should go back.