The Daughter of God's Destiny

Chapter 1140 Your Excellency Please Save It

"Tsk, the blood is not very pure." Feng Yaoche looked away from the demon dragon, and said casually: "Are you the only two dragons left for the extermination of the clan?"

The old man was bitter and did not speak.

Even the magic dragon was surprisingly quiet, and the atmosphere was silent.

Feng Yaoche understood, and brushed a strand of hair that fell on her chest boredly: "It's quite miserable, but I heard that the righteous dragon clan is still alive."

The old man's face changed slightly, and his hand on crutches turned white.

The magic dragon sealed inside was silent.

Feng Yaoche's long and narrow phoenix eyes were raised slightly, with a bit of wickedness, but he didn't say anything more, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Your Excellency, please save it."

Holding his cane, the old man suddenly shouted at his back.

The figure continued on.

The old man gritted his teeth and knelt down on the ground: "Your Excellency, please save it, it is the highest bloodline of my clan!"

The dragon's body shook violently in the ice, and bitterness spread from the bottom of the magic dragon's heart: "Old guy, you..."

Feng Yaoche paused.

The old man trembled, his old eyes stared at the figure behind him, and a glimmer of hope surged in his heart.

Feng Yaoche's long and narrow phoenix pupils narrowed. Without turning around, he turned his back to the old man and said slowly: "If it doesn't have evil thoughts, maybe I can save it."

The old man's body trembled suddenly, and that hope seemed to be wiped out from the bottom of his heart.

"Get up, old guy, don't beg him..."

A painful dragon chant was deafening, and its voice was hoarse: "I would rather be sealed for the rest of my life than you kneel down and beg him for me."

"Your Excellency, save it. It's Long Chi's fault. It shouldn't have evil thoughts to seize that person, and I shouldn't hurt him. It's all our fault..."

The old man refused to stand up, he was unwilling, even if there was no hope.

The magic dragon looked at the old man outside the seal, his voice hoarse: "Master, get up..."

The old man remained motionless.

"Master!"

The sealed dragon suddenly struggled. It crazily smashed the seal with its dragon body, trying to tear the seal with all its strength!

"Get up!"

The body of the magic dragon was smashed into blood and blood, and there was a painful tearing sound of the dragon.

The old man squeezed his cane tightly and knelt all the time.

Feng Yaoche paused slightly, glanced at the old man kneeling on the ground, and said calmly, "Get up, it's getting late."

After the words fell, his figure had disappeared in place, without a trace.

The magic dragon that was sealed in the ice was gasping weakly, the eyes of the dragon were reddened: "Old guy, why don't you listen..."

After being silent for a long time, the old man stood up slowly with a cane, and looked back at the magic dragon: "That man lived in ancient times, and he has a way to save you."

"Then who is he?"

The old man shook his head: "I don't know."

"I don't know..." Demon Dragon smiled: "Old guy, you are old..."

Leaning on crutches, the old man looked up at the sky and sighed in a low voice: "Yes, I am old..."

The old man looked somewhere, and suddenly said: "Jiang Miao, don't hide, come out."

Behind the tree, a figure poked its head out nervously. He glanced at the old man, then looked at the dragon sealed in the ice, and was shocked.

"It turns out that there really are dragons..."

Jiang Miao whispered for a while, then suddenly woke up, looked at the old man at a loss, and moved slowly.

"Master Hua..."

Jiang Miao was a little uneasy, he knew this secret by accident, Mr. Hua probably wanted to silence him.

The old man looked at him leaning on crutches, nodded: "En."

(End of this chapter)