Sky Dragon Rider

The true friendship of the golden dragon?

The legendary forbidden contract?

What the gold dragon said before leaving made Lin Mo feel chills all over his body. There was no need for the other party to say that he was lying to him.

This means that before the foodie was taken away, while others were not paying attention, he secretly did something on him that he didn't know.

What a bastard dragon!

Sure enough, I was right. The level of the gold coin that made trouble for me kept growing year-on-year with its food-eating ability. I didn’t expect to make such a move for myself in the end. Long said, it will cause him unimaginable trouble.

Next time you catch it, you must lock this bastard in the dragon flute, no, seal it in the gun of Longinus obtained from the third era civilization for a full 100 years!

100 years!

Lin Mo glanced at the street shop that the Portland Sword God crashed into, but he still didn't see him. He was not sure whether the other party was dead or alive, but considering that this place was no longer a place to stay for a long time, he turned around without hesitation Back to the small town prayer hall.

"Master Paladin! You are still alive! This is really great."

As soon as he entered the gate of the prayer hall, he saw the small town pharmacist waiting inside alone, and immediately rushed over overjoyed when he saw Lin Mo's figure.

After sending the little nun Melidor to the back of the prayer hall, he returned halfway, peeping at the conversation between Lin Mo and the golden dragon from the gate.

Risking such a great risk of life was not because of the almost miraculous surgical operation in the previous scene.

"I'm not a paladin of God's Court, this outfit was just lent to me by Melidor."

Lin Mo felt that there was no need to hide it anymore at this moment. God's will tricks people, and his identity was exposed again by such a mistake, and it would be meaningless to pretend to be a monk of Shenting.

"Ah! ~ Then, who are you?"

Li Liang, a small town pharmacist, was dumbfounded. This adult with powerful light power was not from Shenting, which really subverted his cognition.

Before that, the little nun in the prayer hall called her Lord Knight, so he had always thought that her identity was a paladin of the God Court. Although she was wearing a monk's robe, it was not surprising.

"I am a dragon knight of the Royal Dragoon Legion of the Empire! You can call me Maureen."

Lin Mo directly pointed out his identity, after all, this town is still the territory of the Islamic Empire.

He still didn't stop, walking towards the place where the "Dragon General" tactical armor was hidden.

"It turns out to be Lord Dragon Knight, you, where are you going?"

Pharmacist Liliang even has the idea of ​​apprenticeship at this moment, his mind is full of the needles and threads that are constantly shuttling between the skin and flesh, he doesn't know how to say it for a while, and he is afraid that the other party will refuse.

"I gotta get out of here! Those Portlanders are invaders! Please tell the townspeople later that the Portlanders are invading the Empire."

"That, that!"

Li Liang's face was flushed, and suddenly he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet. He caught up with Lin Mo and said loudly, "Master Mo Lin, no, Mr. Mo Lin, please accept me as a student."

"what?"

Lin Mo was startled, stopped immediately, turned around and looked at the small town pharmacist in amazement, sizing him up and down.

Accept him as a student?What to teach him?Killing sword skills?Or the air combat skills of Dragon Knight?

The eager eyes of the small town pharmacist made him suddenly realize, but he shook his head decisively: "I understand, sorry, I don't accept students, and I don't have time to teach you."

"Teacher Mo Lin, I am a third-level pharmacist certified by the empire. I can concoct processed herbal medicine and primary pharmaceuticals. I will definitely not hold you back. Please accept me!"

Li Liang's words were like a cannonball, and the expression on his face was irresistible.

It is conceivable that a new medical method that has never been seen has such a terrible attraction for a pharmacist, even if he is willing to die at this moment.

Chao Wendao, Xi can die!

"I can't take you away, and I won't accept you as a student. It's too dangerous to follow me!" Lin Mo shook his head, and then said: "I understand what you want, and I can dictate it to you while I'm still here. How much you write down depends entirely on your ability!"

The doctor's parents were heartbroken, and Dragon Knight immediately offered a compromise solution.

"Okay, okay, Teacher Mo Lin!" Regardless of whether the other party recognized him or not, Li Liang bit him anyway, and refused to change his address no matter what.

The small town pharmacist raised his ears and forced himself into a state of concentration, for fear of missing or forgetting a word.

"Hehe, I only know how to kill people. If I teach you to save people, I must be crazy!"

Lin Mo shook his head with a wry smile. While making preparations before leaving, he dictated the surgical knowledge and battlefield first aid methods he had learned in the earth civilization to this third-tier town pharmacist who was obsessed with medical methods.

In a messy small town shop, the dust that filled the air was a little clearer.

"Master Glenn, Lord Glenn."

Hearing someone calling and moving his body, the Portland Sword God reluctantly opened his eyes, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of purple-black blood clots, and his breathing immediately became smooth. He also saw the person in front of him clearly, and said in a weak voice: "Eh! Hans! What are you doing here?"

"My lord, are you alright, thank God, the terrible dragon has flown away and left the town."

A disheveled and disheveled Portland swordsman looked nervously at Glenn. He had obviously escaped from death.

"Thank you so much, Hans, I'm fine, help me out of here first, what about the others?"

Thinking of the terrifying golden dragon, Glenn's heart tightened again. Thankfully, he was still alive.

"I'm sorry, my lord! I'm afraid it's just you and me."

The great swordsman quickly helped Glenn up from a pile of nearly tattered debris. The owner of the shop had hidden somewhere, and he hadn't come to take a look until now.

The Portland swordsmen who followed Glenn into this town were almost wiped out after being slaughtered by the gold dragon. On the contrary, because of their tricks of catching turtles in their urns, not many civilians were driven into the house. casualties.

"Damn dragon knight!"

Helped out of the shop by the great swordsman, the Sword God of Portland stared at the undamaged prayer hall not far away with incomparable hatred.

He obviously regarded the escape of the dragon knights into this town as a trap deliberately ambush them.

Until now, Glenn and the great swordsman Hans who supported him didn't know that the golden dragon was not Lin Mo's mount, and they didn't have the guts to send it up again to "throw themselves into a trap".

"Master Glenn, we..."

The great swordsman Hans stopped involuntarily.

"Go back! Please send powerful Jushen and Dharma gods from above, and we must clean up this giant dragon! If you don't avenge this revenge, you will not be a human being!"

Glenn, the Portland sword god who escaped from the claws of the killing dragon, no matter whether he was seriously injured or not, would never have the idea of ​​breaking into the prayer hall and continuing to hunt down Lin Mo at this moment.

That irresistible tail flick left too deep an impression on him, even a shadow.

Without any further hesitation, the two quickly left the town.

A golden dragon of unknown origin, a team of Portlanders on a hunting mission, and a fleeing Slan Empire dragon knight, the causal entanglement between the three parties is constantly cutting, unraveling, and complicated. People sigh that fate tricks people.

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Sky Dragon City.

An unexpectedly delayed flight is destined to take off again.

"Listen, young gold dragon, although I lent you this set of battle armor, you are absolutely not allowed to steal your mouth, not even lick it, otherwise the Lord Dragon King will definitely send you to dig mines for a lifetime, and be a miner. To death, and if it is slightly damaged, hey, before reaching the outer battlefield, you will be turned into ashes without any suspense, and you will never be spared! If you don’t want to be burned to death, or if you don’t want to be a miner, just remember my words , be honest!"

The fire-type lava dragon is educating its younger generation, that lazy little slippery fellow who was assigned by the Dragon King to send him to the outer battlefield.

Of course, it has to prevent this young golden dragon from secretly devouring this set of expensive dragon armor.

"My God! My God! Senior Blazing Wind, you've said it a hundred thousand times. Calluses are growing in my ears. Do you think I'm a jackass? It's just a piece of crap, and I'll give it to me for nothing. Too lazy to talk."

The gold dragon lay on the ground and continued to pretend to be dead, but then glanced sideways at the huge suit of battle armor indifferently, and couldn't help but roll its eyes.

Cheapskates, no assholes!One set is far from enough, and if there are ten or eight sets, it may be reluctant to move its mouth.

I used to think that Sky Dragon City was a paradise, but after being brought back by the captain of the Silver Dragon Law Enforcement, Gold Coin felt like he had fallen into hell. The food was simply terrible, and the extremely rough black iron was worse than pig food .

On the Dragon God!These great figures of the giant dragon clan abused it so much, it would be better to kill it.

Thinking of the earth with extremely advanced smelting technology, the golden dragon is tearful.

That world is simply heaven, just grab a handful of dirt, and it contains mithril (titanium) in it.

Damn Third Era civilization, Master Long hates you all!

"Don't pretend to be dead, put on your battle armor immediately, and set off with me."

Blazing Wind, the fire-type lava dragon roared, and slapped the ground heavily, sparks flying everywhere.

It didn't mind beating up this little bastard again, even if it was punished by the elders of the Dragon Palace.

This golden dragon is the most rascal guy he has ever seen. At best, he lacks discipline, and at worst, he needs to be beaten. I really don't know how that human dragon knight can stand it.

For a moment, Blazing Wind felt a little sympathetic to that poor human dragon knight.

"Uncle Long wants to sue you, wait for Uncle Long's lawyer's letter! All right, all right, I'll just wear it."

Ever since he got the vicious fire-type dragon in front of him, which was the "intercontinental strategic missile" that hit him that day, the unlucky boy of gold coins can only take advantage of his words. .

It seems that there is no way to escape today, and the orders of the Dragon King cannot be disobeyed.

Well, the battlefield outside the sky, outside the sky!

It seems that there is a way, maybe you can contact that guy Maureen.

Let him quickly find a way to get himself out, otherwise the 100-year service period will definitely kill Uncle Long. ;