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Chapter 132 Little White Dragon Overcomes Thunder Tribulation, The Power of True Love!

The last night of winter vacation.

Xiao Bailong stared intently at the game screen on the phone, and quickly slid his finger on the screen:

I saw a heroic white dragon with the net name of "Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon Palace" on his head, constantly moving around flexibly, and then turned around and slapped the boss.

Around him, the teammates who had turned into corpses and died in battle all boasted on the public screen:
Send big spittle Xingzi: [Brother Prince 666~]

Toad who prostitutes swans for nothing: [Hold on, don't waste your time!We are the first in the whole server! 】

Labrador doesn't pull much: [I pulled it!But Brother Long doesn't pull! 】

This newly launched large-scale open world multiplayer online role-playing game - "Glory of the Spirit God" has been very popular recently.

It even became the first mobile game to be forcibly implanted with the "minor spirit defense system".

That's right, this game is far more attractive to Yuling than it is to Yushi!
After all, Yu Ling's obsession with the transformation and evolution of his own form is deeply rooted in his bones.

As soon as "Glory of the Spiritual God" starts, you can freely pinch your face and perform character modeling, so that countless imperial spirits can instantly assume the appearance you want to be, and it is difficult to extricate yourself.

of course
Due to the differences between the three camps of 'Yingling, Yaoling, and Demonling', the upper limit of facial appearance, the difficulty of development at the beginning, and the subsequent growth potential are all different.

Hmm. The background of the game pays attention to reality, but it must also adhere to the politically correct position.
'Ding dong~'

Just when the BOSS blood bar had almost bottomed out, a message popped up on the screen of the phone:
[Xiao Shanshan: Camping has become popular recently, do you know how to set up a small tent? 】

Seeing this, Xiao Bailong decisively clicked on the interface and exited the game.

(`ω) Self-cultivation of a good male dragon, even if the game hits a critical moment, you have to return in seconds!

Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon Palace: [Read this passage: [picture]]

Xiao Shanshan: [[Voice] (Her breathing becomes short of breath, beads of sweat slip down from her sexy thighs)]

When the excitement subsided a little and the message was sent again, the familiar red exclamation mark came into view again.
With a sluggish expression, Xiao Bailong silently switched back to the game interface, and under the scolding of his teammates, he took the head of the BOSS item lightly with a posture of residual blood.

[Congratulations to the player 'Third Prince of the Dragon Palace of the West Sea', leading the team to kill the boss 'Ginseng Rooster' for the first time, hereby announce to the whole server! 】

Shan, did you hear that?This is the sound of my summit.
With tears in his eyes, Xiao Bailong ignored the compliments from his teammates who reversed their attitudes to two levels, but directly exited the game interface and opened the Wangyiyun Music APP.

Then put on the headset, switch back to the chat interface, and keep typing in the message editing bar
(゜-゜) Moto has to be educated, and I have started to study and write papers, and I will let him do my homework in the future
Wukong, who was attending the live broadcast class on the side, couldn't help secretly admiring after glancing at the large paragraph of text on the screen.

Although its classes do not require literacy, there are homework assignments.

The main content of the homework is to draw some stick moves in order to deepen understanding and memory.

"Others are 'form is emptiness, emptiness is form', but you are 'when there is emptiness, there is form'"

Looking at Xiaobailong's chat records, the corner of Chen Xuan's mouth couldn't help twitching.

If this is not corrected in time, it will really become a "Puxin's first dragon" in the future.
But he is not in the mood to do ideological education now, because just now, he finally deduced the Yunyang Talisman that had been unsuccessful before.

The biggest experience now is that the profession of talisman teacher still needs someone to lead it.

It is easy to enter a blind alley and take a detour by yourself, and sometimes a few pointers from the master can really improve the cognition of talisman making and make a qualitative leap.

The difficulties that I thought could only be overcome in the year of the monkey, after consulting with Mr. Zou, were overcome in just a few days.

"The process may be a little painful, so bear with it."

Chen Xuan, who had already prepared the talisman ink in advance, reminded before starting.

But the little white dragon, whose heart was ashamed, was unmoved, just lying on his side and weeping silently.

The real disappointment is not making a scene; the real disappointment is not bursting into tears, but not taking the initiative and talking heart-to-heart.My words, you are plain and indifferent; your affairs, I will not bother
Seeing that it was busy being sad and had no rebuttal, Chen Xuan was no longer polite, and directly stained the talisman ink with his fingertips and began to draw in the air.

As the runes are drawn and assembled one by one, the whole talisman gradually reveals its magic.

Not only is it glowing with metallic luster, but there are also electric currents on it.

[Thunder Soul Talisman! 】

[Golden body casts thunder, iron blood concentrates.Withdrawing from the mortal body, the gods are awe-inspiring! 】

'Zi la la la la——'

I saw Chen Xuan sticking the talisman on the body of the little white dragon, and there was a thunderstorm that spread all over the body, and there was a violent crackling sound.

And under this stimulation, Xiao Bailong couldn't stop twitching, rolling his eyes.

The dragon's head, dragon's limbs, and dragon's tail transformed by that energy are constantly pulled by the current, as if trying to make it break away from the white dragon's body.

() Is this the feeling of falling in love?Seems like it's going to die.
The face has been pulled to the deformed little white dragon, his eyes are blank and foaming at the mouth.

"Be sure to hold on! Keep your spirits and don't slack, otherwise you fail this time, and it will only hurt more next time."

Chen Xuan exhorted nervously from the side.

But such 'scaremongering' is obviously useless to Xiao Bailong who seems to have developed the idea of ​​'sacrificing love'.

Seeing that the thunder light was getting brighter, but Xiao Bailong's mind still couldn't be stubborn, Chen Xuan had no choice but to try to use 'sugar-coated cannonballs' to encourage him:

"As long as you make it through, I'll help you get your WeChat back!"

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Bailong's dull eyes lit up immediately.

"Not only add back WeChat, but also help you make an appointment to have dinner together!"

Xiao Bailong swallowed his saliva, the pain tempered by Lei Ting seemed to have nothing to do with tickling.

"If you have an idea, how about I can prepare a surprise for you and propose on the spot!"

Little Bailong couldn't help but see the beautiful future in his mind, his whole face was flushed red, and two puffs of white mist spewed out of his nostrils excitedly.

And as its will gradually climbed to the peak, the thunder that had previously surrounded its body also began to be absorbed into its body.

After a while, it broke away from the main body of the 'White Dragon Gun', and turned into the spirit form of a heroic little dragon, floating in mid-air.

Hmm. Facts have proved that the catastrophe of thunder is not so powerful in front of true love, and it is not vulnerable at all.

It is easy to add the thunder attribute to the little white dragon, and awaken new racial skills
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