Alien Dragon

Wang Luo made several complicated and mysterious gestures with both hands, and the wound on the red-horned cow's belly that had stopped bleeding began to squirm strangely.

Wisps of blood flew towards Wang Luo, turning into a blood mass in front of Wang Luo, floating quietly in the air.

The lion couple was lying not far away, quietly looking at Wang Luo, whose black hair was flying and his body was exuding a cold aura.

Although they had seen this scene countless times, they felt uncomfortable every time, but they hoped that Wang Luo would be like this more.

The blood mass floating in front of Wang Luo kept the size of a fist as the blood melted into it. The blood inside became thicker and began to squirm slowly.

Gradually, more and more fresh blood was incorporated into the blood clot, and the blood inside became thicker and thicker. The blood clot became unstable and began to tremble slightly.

When Wang Luo saw this, the mysterious gestures of his hands changed, and a cold voice like hell came out from his mouth.

"Congeal!"

Wang Luo's voice seemed to have a strange power. As soon as the voice fell, the blood mass in front of him emitted a dim red light, shrank suddenly, and turned into a blood drop the size of a ping-pong ball.

The blood beads were crystal clear, emitting a strange bloody light, and one could clearly see the blood threads like poisonous snakes wandering non-stop inside.

The lion couple stared at the blood bead with bright eyes. What they wanted was the blood bead. When they saw the blood bead for the first time, they knew that the blood bead had a great effect on them.

Therefore, they would catch some prey every now and then, and let Wang Luo condense blood beads for them to eat.

After Wang Luo threw the blood beads in his hand to the lion's father and mother, he continued to condense the blood beads. The strange blood beads quickly formed at Wang Luo's fingertips, and Wang Luo threw them to the lion couple.

In the end, Wang Luo refined two blood beads the size of a little finger, indicating that the condensed blood beads were over.

At this time, the huge body of the Red Horn Bull has shrunk by half, and the exposed beef has turned into a dry pale white.

Wang Luo closed his eyes again, and after opening his eyes, he became a normal little boy again, but at this moment, a strange wind suddenly blew up.

The red-horned ox in front of Wang Luo made a crackling sound, kicked up a cloud of dust, and the wind stopped and the dust fell. Wang Luo, who was fixed in place, was covered in gray powder and turned into a native.

Wang Luo looked angrily at the smug old lion, shouted and rushed over, but before reaching the old lion, he was thrown into the pool with a bang.

The proud roar of the lion father came from the shore, mixed with the whining of the little white lion, and the lion mother watched all this speechlessly.

Coming out of the pool, Wang Luo looked at Father Lion who was eating the blood beads very displeasedly, and sighed in his heart: Why am I so unlucky?Working as a coolie every day, and being bullied, I endure it...

The blood beads are made by Wang Luo's blood extraction and coagulation according to the body training method. They can be used directly to replenish blood energy, but the storage time is only one day.

Wang Luo made a lot of determination to practice this evil martial art. His state when he condensed the blood beads for the first time shocked the Lion family, but they gradually got used to it, and the Lion couple But I like to eat blood beads.

The little white lion didn't like eating blood beads very much, because after swallowing a blood bead the size of a ping-pong ball for the first time, he actually fell asleep for a month.

From then on, he didn't want to eat blood beads, but the lions and his wife didn't agree, so Xiao Bai had no choice but to eat a small blood bead with Wang Luo every day.

After dinner and nap, the lion family walked like a lion's den. There were messy bones scattered beside the pool, and there was a piece of cowhide under the cowhide.

The day passed quickly, and night came on time. Two bright moons hung quietly in the sky, emitting soft moonlight. Far from the lion's cave, there would be the roar of wild beasts from time to time.

Inside the Lion Cave, gemstones are paved on the ground, and the ceiling is also inlaid a lot. The entire Lion Cave is shrouded in a faint light, full of psychedelic colors.

In a room on the right side of the lion cave, three lions lay comfortably on the soft unknown weeds, quietly listening to Wang Luo telling unknown stories there.

In the past, the little white lion would play until late every night before going to bed, so Wang Luo had no choice but to play with it until very late, as it always liked to cling to Wang Luo.

Wang Luo also likes the little white lion, but Wang Luo still needs to practice, and he can't just throw the little white lion aside and ignore it.

So, Wang Luo thought of telling a story, but Wang Luo didn't know if the little white lion could understand it.

But when Wang Luo told the story, the little white lion would lie on the side and listen quietly, and every time the exciting part was approaching, the little white lion would fall asleep on time.

Tonight was no surprise to Wang Luo, the little white lion fell asleep after listening to it, so Wang Luo had to save the rest for tomorrow.

He doesn't know whether the little white lion understands it or not, but the lion couple must understand it and remember it.

Because when Wang Luo didn't tell the story, he started to repeat the previous story, but after listening to the old lion, he glared at him for a while, and Wang Luo knew that the lion and his wife could understand his story.

After telling the story for a few years, the ink in Wang Luo's stomach has already been dried by Tao. Now the stories Wang Luo tells are all made up by himself. In the past few years, I have insisted on telling stories every night.

Wang Luo feels that his biggest achievement is that his language-related abilities and ability to analyze problems have been greatly improved.

The short time after Xiaobai went to bed was Father Lion's favorite time, because he could beat Wang Luo hard without worrying about Mother Lion, and that was a great feeling!

Wang Luo regarded Father Lion's beating as physical exercise, and if he couldn't practice physical exercises, it was tantamount to self-torture.

Although, every time he was beaten severely, his whole body was sore, but Wang Luo admitted it, and he told himself that he must persevere.

Having survived the killer training camp, he knows that if he wants to not be bullied by others and live a better life, he must become better than others, and if he wants to be better than others, he must work harder than others.

Outside the lion's cave, the lion father stood lazily at the entrance of the cave, showing a playful smile. Every time he swung his paw, he would throw Wang Luo who was rushing forward fiercely, allowing him to have a close contact with the ground , making a pleasant sound, then Wang Luo rushed up again, and was thrown to the ground again.

"stop!"

Wang Luo, who had been thrown ten or twenty times, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, finally shouted to stop, and then sat cross-legged on the ground to enter the cultivation state.

Papa Lion let out a cold snort of disdain, but his eyes still shone with unconcealable relief and concern.

At this moment, Father Lion's complexion changed, and then he showed an unconcealable joy, glanced at Wang Luo who was practicing, then turned and walked into the gorgeous lion cave.