Husband is a little milk dragon

Chapter 128 His wings are the purest gold
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The snow fell heavily, and the snowflakes fluttered down. From a distance, there was only a vast expanse of whiteness left between the sky and the earth.

On the top of the glacier mountain, he could hear the sound of crushed stones and ice being knocked down by the remaining wind, so he leaned against the ice stone, his snow-white clothes bloomed like lotuses on the snow, his clothes were cold and smooth, shaking off snowflakes .

His face is beautiful, his eyebrows are picturesque, and when he opened his eyes slightly, the dark brown eyes are like a deep pool, cold and misty, but his face is as pale as if frozen, but it doesn't affect him at all. His clear and beautiful lines and outlines.

The wind was still howling, and the black hair flying freely was half hanging on the ice stone and his clothes. It was as white as snow and as black as ink, and it became more and more clear and distinct.

He seemed to be looking into the distance, but after a while, he lowered his eyes expressionlessly, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Letting the heavy snow float on his snow-white gown, he didn't seem to feel the coldness at all.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally opened his eyes slowly. The bottom of his eyes were as cold as being soaked in cold water. Suddenly, the wind became stronger. The man transformed himself in the wind and snow, and the golden light incinerated his white clothes. Fly into the sky as a dragon.

The dragon's wings are a color that has never been seen in the world. It is not mixed with various colors like other dragons. His wings are the purest gold without any other color. His wings fly across the sky. Strong and bold, noble and not to be profaned, it draws a beautiful golden arc.
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Faerie.

JI Wugui seemed to have heard some joke, so he snorted and laughed, "You want to take back the three things that Gong Ninghuan had?"

"As long as it's a worthwhile transaction, there's no reason for the poisonous gentleman to hesitate." Nan Jue leaned against the stone bridge, looked at the gurgling stream below with a smile, his expression was as lazy as usual.

Ji Wugui smiled slowly, and gently rubbed the two fingers next to him with his thumb hidden in his sleeve. After a while, he asked, "What do you want in exchange?"

Nan Jue raised his lips to look at him, and said two words.

Hearing this, Ji Wugui slightly narrowed his eyes.
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Gong Ninghuan almost searched the whole city, but she couldn't find Nan Gu until dark.

She remembered what Ji Wugui had said, that Nan Gu couldn't even move at the moment, and had to recuperate for more than a month before recovering. At this juncture, where would Nan Gu go...

The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.

And this anxiety is tearing away all her disguises bit by bit.

She couldn't tell whether it was the poison of love, or the emotions that had slowly invaded every corner of her body and mind.

After returning to the courtyard, the door at the back of the house was opened immediately. Gong Ninghuan had the illusion that Nan Gu had returned. She suddenly raised her head, only to see that the person who opened the door was Gong Zhiyue. His eyes dimmed before they brightened up in time.

Gong Zhiyue was relieved when she saw her come back, she bit her lip, and finally couldn't help but reprimanded: "Gong Ninghuan, he left as soon as he left, he just didn't want to see you again when he left. Can you please stop being sentimental?!"

Hearing these words, Gong Ninghuan raised her eyes and looked at her steadily.

Only then did Gong Zhiyue realize that Gong Ninghuan's eyes had no aura at all, and they were not at all as good-looking as they used to be. Although she had always hated Gong Ninghuan, when she thought of Gong Ninghuan's abandonment of her appearance and abandonment for the sake of the little dragon... Eyes, she was so angry that she didn't think it was worth Gong Ninghuan to save that little bastard if he died!

(End of this chapter)