The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 762

Xie Wanrong sat paralyzed on the ground with a hoarse voice, carefully supporting Jiaolong.

Tears fell down uncontrollably, and she shouted desperately to Jiaolong, but he no longer responded, and quietly closed his eyes, his peaceful sleeping face was still very handsome.

It seemed that in the next second, he would sit up, put on that foolish look, and joked: "I'm a real dragon, how can I die so easily, it scares you."

Qi Jinghuan raised his palm, and the dragon was wrapped in a thick black mist. After a long silence, he slowly said: "Wan'er... Jiaolong..."

"He's fine, Ah Huan, you have a way, save him!" Xie Wanrong suddenly turned over and grabbed the ghost emperor who was about to leave here: "Ghost emperor, you are in charge of the underworld, you must know how to save him!"

Xie Wanrong grabbed the ghost emperor tightly.

The ghost emperor twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment: "Wanrong, it's not that I don't want to save it, the monster is a body created by cultivation, I can't save it even if I want to..."

Hongling managed to enter the hall with great difficulty, her eyes were covered with blood, she flew to Xie Wanrong's side, she looked at the dragon lying in the pool of blood in disbelief, her face was stiff: "Rongrong, Bingli...he... "

Xie Wanrong's gaze was blank: "Hongling, you are a divine beast, how do you think Bingli...lives..."

He... is so stupid...

"Wan'er, calm down first." Qi Jinghuan couldn't bear to see Xie Wanrong so sad, so he gently hugged Xie Wanrong's trembling shoulders: "Let's find a way together..."

Before the words finished, a drop of blood suddenly poured out from Xie Wanrong's forehead and flew down from her forehead, Xie Wanrong's heart suddenly trembled.

- that drop of blood...

It is the contract between Jiaolong and her!

She stretched out her hand to grab the drop of blood, but the drop of blood quickly landed on Jiaolong's body and merged with the blood on his body.

Xie Wanrong's voice was rough, she sat on the ground weakly, pulled all the strength out of her body, she choked up crying: "Ah Huan...just now...I can still...feel...he is not dead...he is not dead..."

But now, the bridge connecting her is gone...she doesn't feel—

Qi Jinghuan hugged Xie Wanrong, who was crying into tears, tightly in his arms: "Wan'er, I temporarily protected him with magic energy, he is not dead yet, let's find a way together."

It was the first time Qi Jinghuan saw Xie Wanrong crying like this, even he was a little jealous of Jiaolong.

Xie Wanrong rubbed her tears blurred eyes and took a deep breath: "Okay...we will have a solution..."

I don't know whether to say this sentence to Qi Jinghuan or to herself.

Xie Wanrong gradually regained her sanity, looking at Jiaolong lying quietly there with blood-red eyes, her heart still couldn't help but twitch.

At this time, Zhulong walked in, his eyes fell on Jiaolong casually for a few seconds, coughed lightly, seeing his mistress in such a mess, he couldn't bear it, and said: "Don't worry, he won't die for the time being..."

Xie Wanrong stood up suddenly: "What did you say?"

How could she have forgotten that there is also a candle dragon here, and the candle dragon is one of the divine beasts, and it is considered to be of the same kind as the Jiaolong, so she asked impatiently, "Candle dragon, what can you do?"

"I can't help it, but..." Zhulong paused: "I know a place, and I only discovered it when this guy advanced into a real dragon. He should have some relationship with the Dragon King of the West Sea, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to survive." Up to now, for ordinary flood dragons, the keel has been completely broken, and the spiritual pills in the body have already come out."

(End of this chapter)