Alien Dragon

In just two days, the name Wang Luo spread like a gust of wind throughout the North District of the Degenerate Academy, and almost everyone knew it.

In two days, using only two kinds of magic, earth mist and earth stabbing, to defeat all the freshmen who came to challenge, Wang Luo became a man of the day among the freshmen, and was hailed as the king of freshmen by some freshmen.

At this time, the newborn king was sitting cross-legged in the room with his brows tightly furrowed. This was the sixth night he had seen Qier, but Wang Luo still couldn't get rid of Qier's figure in his mind, and instead got deeper and deeper.

Whenever Wang Luo concentrates on practicing, Qier's figure will always flash in his mind, making various provocative actions, causing Wang Luo to burn himself, distracting Wang Luo's attention, so that he can't continue. Concentrate on practicing.

If it wasn't for his strong mental strength, and the fact that he was dragged by the boss in his previous life to watch so many pornographic movies, and went to the barber shop many times, Wang Luo felt that he would definitely be seduced by the graceful figure in his mind and go crazy. , exploded and died.

Even so, Wang Luo still couldn't hold back, especially when he saw Qier's figure in his mind for the first time. When he came, he realized that his body was covered in cold sweat.

"The book says that you need to be relaxed and proper in cultivation. Is it because I am too nervous to practice every day, so I have hallucinations and depression. Books are books. Not all problems can be solved. It would be great if there is a teacher who can ask!"

Wang Luo, who was speechless, lay down on the bed muttering, thinking about how to solve this problem: He doesn't want to go to Mr. Ge Da's place, and there are other courses to be taught at the beginning of school tomorrow, so he can ask other teachers, but this matter It seems that I can't say it out, what if I just get angry...

"Wang Luo, Qier misses you, have you missed Qier?"

Looking at the charming person in his arms, and those red lips, Wang Luo smiled slightly, and kissed him fiercely, rubbing his hands on his waist, slowly moving down...

"Well, how are you..."

Suddenly feeling her buttocks being pinched by a hand, Qi Er's pretty face flushed slightly, and she uttered a cry of spring. Her little hand patted Wang Luo's chest feebly, and then it slid down. Unknowingly, intentionally or not, that weak and boneless little hand happened to fall. on a tent.

"Qi'er, come, let me teach you..."

The desperate Wang Luo grabbed Qier's hand and sent it to the ferocious little snake, holding him up and down to make a piston movement, with a lingering hum from his mouth.

"Yes, Qier, that's it, just go faster..."

Wang Luo, who was feeling refreshed all over, continued to guide Qier. Suddenly, Wang Luo was shocked and pressed on Qier's body in an instant. One hand climbed onto the soft chest, and the other hand slowly slid down.

"what--"

Suddenly, Wang Luo felt that he had touched an Optimus Prime, uttered a strange cry, and woke up with a jerk.

The moon still hangs quietly in the sky, casting wisps of silvery light on the room, and at the same time shooting on the person in the room who suddenly woke up. The cold sweat on his forehead, bathed in the moonlight, glistens.

"Damn it, why would I dream of Qier even when I was sleeping, and even dreamed of myself and him..."

Shaking his head, Wang Luo stopped thinking about it, looked at the bulge of his lower body that was gradually disappearing, and blinked, the cloth was still dry, Wang Luo knew that he was right.

"Chunmeng Wuhen, this is the real Chunmeng Wuhen!"

Shaking his head secretly and muttering a few words, tidying up his clothes a little, Wang Luo walked out of the room, stood in the yard, looked at the full moon in the sky, a bone sword appeared in Wang Luo's hand, and the bone sword waving in the cold moonlight exuded light. Undetectable blood.

Shadow ghost, killer top-level swordsmanship, although Wang Luo has only practiced swordsmanship for a short time, he can still play decently. In the dark and quiet courtyard, Wang Luo is like a ghost, swallowing his long tongue without uttering a word. sound, harvesting the cold moonlight.

shhhhhh...

The speed of the bone sword swinging suddenly increased, making the sound of breaking the wind, and the shadow ghost quietly changed to the golden grid sword method, wide open and close, both offensive and defensive, with extraordinary momentum, it is also a superb sword method, but Wang Luo doesn't like it, very few practise.

Swah——

The dancing bone sword suddenly broke away from Wang Luo's palm without warning, and shot straight at the gate, sending out bursts of screams.

"The swordsmanship of the Jinge family will never be passed on to the outside world, and only shadow guards who are loyal to the Jinge family have the opportunity to practice Shadow Ghost, but you know both swordsmanship!"

Under the moonlight, he walked out slowly dressed in white, holding a bone sword between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, looked meaningfully at the young man in the courtyard, and continued to speak unhurriedly.

"The entire Jinge family was wiped out overnight ten years ago. It is said that only the newly-born son of the head of the Jin family escaped by chance, and his whereabouts are still unknown. You said that if someone suddenly appeared with two top sword skills of the Jinge family, and And the age happens to be about ten years old, what will happen?"

"Hmph, dead people can't speak!"

Seeing the handsome, unrestrained and unrestrained face of the man in white, and those red lips, the scene in the dream reappeared in his mind unstoppably, and an inexplicable feeling of irritability arose in his heart. After a cold snort, , directly to the man in white.

"You are young, but your tone is not small, so I will see for free how the current descendants of the Jinge family are practicing fighting spirit!"

Seeing the small figure attacking him, the white-clothed man smiled unchanged, and while speaking unhurriedly, he casually looked at the fist that was getting closer and closer to him.

Seeing that the white-clothed man on the opposite side didn't look like he was going to dodge at all, a sneer appeared from the corner of Wang Luo's mouth, and his speed suddenly increased, hitting Huanglong straight.

bang...

After a moment of daze, the man in white reacted, but the reaction was a bit late. He was thrown back with a punch, and then he was approached by a ghost-like ghost, and the two began to fight.

"How is it possible, you have reached the peak of level six!"

Seeing the young man who kept flashing around and attacking every part of his body with punches, the white-clothed man showed unconcealable surprise, and asked in shock, but the answer he got was fists all over the sky.

"You don't have gold-type grudge in your body, you are not from the Jinge family, who are you?"

The man in white, who had returned to calm, suddenly found that the young man who attacked him, although he was stepping on the shadow ghost step of the Ginger family, there was no fluctuation of fighting spirit in his body. He asked again in surprise, and the result was still full of sky fist.

"Humph!"

Seeing that the boy was still attacking him mercilessly, the man in white let out a cold snort, and stopped avoiding it. A blue light appeared on his right hand, meeting the boy's fist again...