Female President’s Personal Soldier

One after another golden silk threads appeared in Lu Tianlong's bare skin.

Following his meridians, it slowly emerged from his body, and slowly emerged above his palm.

This is a small golden dragon phantom, as if drowsy, slowly turning his body over and yawning with his mouth open.

"What the **** is this?"

Lu Tianlong was really confused and couldn't figure out what was going on.

In the warehouse just now, after he got the precious medicinal herbs of ambergris, he was going to leave immediately.

But he was attracted by the looming sound of dragon whistling, and then rushed over. After hearing the sound of dragon whistling coming from behind the wall, he broke through the wall directly.

Behind the wall, there is a huge real dragon sculpture.

The sculpture is about tens of meters in height and occupies the size of two basketball courts. It is impossible to tell what material it is made of, but it just gives people a solemn and solemn feeling.

At that time, Lu Tianlong felt very strange. Since it was a sculpture, how could there be a dragon roar?

He thought for a while, walked to the sculpture, and tried to inject the power of dragon veins into it.

As a result, something unexpected happened.

On the sculpture, there were even tiny cracks that quickly spread throughout the entire body of the sculpture.

Then, with a bang, the real dragon sculpture exploded completely and turned into fly ash.

Just when Lu Tianlong felt shocked, auras like thin golden lines came towards his body quickly.

It was wrapped around his body first, and then slowly penetrated into his body. This was something he never thought of.

And after the golden aura entered his body, Lu Tianlong felt hot all over his body, and his whole body had a sense of swelling that was about to explode. Those golden thin lines, like they had life, wandered wantonly in his body. .

Lu Tianlong was in unbearable pain, and he had no choice but to sit down with his knees crossed and use the power of the dragon veins in his body to suppress him.

Fortunately, the mighty power of the dragon veins finally suppressed the golden aura, making it docile.

But it was such a delay that it took too long, causing Lu Wuxie to be seriously injured outside.

"What the **** are you?"

Looking at the phantom of the little real dragon hovering over the palm of his hand, Lu Tianlong muttered to himself.

On this little real dragon phantom, he could not feel the breath of any dragon clan. It was obviously a dragon, but there was no dragon clan breath. This was really unbelievable.

"What's the use of you?"

Lu Tianlong frowned, he can now be sure that the treasure that Mingcheng hid in the Huayitang must be this thing.

But now it seems that this thing is useless at all. It is lazily asleep, and there is no any breath fluctuation. It seems to be just a plaything?

"Roar!"

Seemingly feeling Lu Tianlong's contempt, this little real dragon phantom slowly opened his eyes, showing his teeth and grinning, and roared at Lu Tianlong twice.

"Ha, can you still feel my thoughts?"

Lu Tianlong was happy, the golden aura of this little real dragon had been suppressed by the dragon veins, and there was a faint feeling of integration.

The little real dragon Xuying tilted his head and rolled his eyes, as if he was very disdainful of Lu Tianlong.

Lu Tianlong snorted coldly and said, "You still look down on me?

All right, you'd better prove your worth to me now, otherwise, I will suppress you with the power of dragon veins immediately. "

Even if this guy does not have the breath of the dragon race, since it is a dragon, it will definitely be suppressed by the power of the dragon veins, which is beyond doubt.

Hearing this, the little real dragon phantom had a look of horror on his face, as if he was really worried that Lu Tianlong would do this.

It showed a tangled look, and after hesitating for a moment, it looked around, and his eyes finally locked on Lu Wuxie who was lying on the bed.

"Roar!"

It tossed and grinned at Lu Tianlong twice, as if to say, look at my ability, Lord Xiaolong.

Then it suddenly rose into the air and slowly walked towards Lu Wuxie on the hospital bed.

Lu Tianlong was taken aback. He didn't know what this guy was going to do. He wanted to stop him, but after thinking for a while, he began to wait and see what happened.

Lu Wuxie lay motionless on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Because the injury was too heavy, even in deep sleep, his face showed a painful look from time to time.

Although there is no danger to his life, looking at his current state, I am afraid it will take some time to fully recover.

"Shh!"

Flying in front of Lu Wuxie, the little real dragon suddenly accelerated and rammed directly towards his body.

"boom!"

With a slight explosion, the little real dragon that slammed into Lu Wuxie's body exploded, turning into golden auras.

The golden aura wrapped around Lu Wuxie's body in the middle, and he saw faint golden rays of light radiating from Lu Wuxie's body.

Then, something that shocked Lu Tianlong happened.

He saw that the scars on Lu Wuxie's body were healing quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

That's right, the wound that was originally opened by the Ming family's imperial powerhouse has a special effect, and it seems that it is difficult to recover.

But under this faint golden light, the wound began to heal quickly! Lu Tianlong stood up from the chair in shock, staring at him with wide eyes, unable to believe his own eyes.

Slowly, the golden light gradually faded, and the wound on Lu Wuxie's body had almost healed.

As can be clearly felt, his breathing began to become steady and powerful, and his face was no longer as pale as before.

It was as if he was not injured at all, just in his sleep! "Shh!"

The golden auras began to pour out from Lu Wuxie's body, and then condensed together again, turning into the little golden true dragon again.

It looked a little tired, twisted and danced in mid-air, and came towards Lu Tianlong again.

It can be clearly felt that this guy is very proud now, holding his head high, twisting the action of disaffection.

The meaning seems to be to say, how is it, is Xiaolong Ye Li?

"Let me go..." Lu Tianlong, who had reacted, stretched out his hand, and the little golden real dragon was entrenched in his palm again. It seemed to stretch out, and slowly closed his eyes again.

"This little thing has this ability?"

He looked at Lu Wuxie who was almost fully recovered on the bed, and when he looked at the little golden real dragon in his palm, his whole body began to get excited.

This is really a treasure, I really found a treasure this time! Lord Xiaolong, mighty!