Pampered by Millions

    Like all reptiles, the dragon has a very strong sense of territory. Vincent did not occupy him in the ancestor's lair. The magic circle made the distance insignificant. When he came out of the circle, The red dragon pressed him against the mountains of colored ore, and then there was an almost endless amount of intense copulation.

    "Enough...enough...!"

    The boy's groans were swallowed by the dragon. He guided the dangling to please his hot spot. Vincent held the snow-white waist with one hand and pressed the shoulder of the dungeon with the other. This gesture made the boy All the struggles were in vain, but after a while, he completely gave up his resistance, and obediently crawls on the treasure heap to serve as the dragon's top laner.

    The source of power contained in the body of the Holy Son continues to flow out along the junction of the two, Vincent's unique silver pupil is unpredictable, after I don't know how many expeditions, Chao Deng contains Eyes full of tears watched the other party transform into a prototype, a huge red dragon entrenched in the golden cave, and something touched his naked back.

    "Don't...don't!" Toward the lamp began to fear: "Let go of me...!"

    He wanted to dodge, but he only took a few steps forward and was crushed to the ground by a claw. The dragon behind him let out a pleasant hum, and the sticky liquid flowed from his back to his heels. When Chao Deng reacted, something pressed up and poured over him.

    He is covered in…

      】

    "Um..."

    Fuck you, I will drown.

      The scales rubbed against the skin of the Holy Son, which was as white and greasy as beautiful porcelain.

    The golden gems that filled the entire cave complemented each other, and in a trance, I heard a slight movement, the sun slanted down from the outside of the cave, raised his hand towards the lamp to cover his eyes, and after a while, he put down his hand and slowly opened it eye.

    It hurts...

    Recalling the picture of being passed out halfway and waking up, the other party was still attacking the city and plundering the pool on his body, he pinched his brow bone with a headache.

    "Awake?"

    The tall figure who came in from outside the cave approached him step by step, the red hair of the dragon race was dazzling, and seeing the light of Chaodeng agree, Vincent picked him up.

    "Anything uncomfortable?"

    The strange-colored eyes that were close at hand were like flowing blue silver gems, shook his head at the lamp, and then put his head on the red dragon's chest.

    "Do you want to get some sleep or go out and see?"

    The other party seemed to like his obedient appearance very much. He pursed his lips towards the lamp silently, and said softly, "Where have you been?"

    "Fighting birds, offering sacrifices," Vincent frowned slightly: "The old men found that the blood of the dragons was easier to wake up the ancestors, and they began to collect the blood of various dragons."

    "Will it die?"

    "No," Vincent hugged him tighter: "It only needs a little blood, and it has no effect on the dragon."

    "Oh..." After thinking about the lamp for a moment, he raised his face, his soft lips opened and closed, and his dark eyes were full of the reflection of a red dragon: "I want to see the sacrifice."

    Different from the last time when he entered the ancestor's lair by mistake, this time Vincent took him from the channel on the seabed into the largest dragon's lair. According to Vincent, it was here thousands of years ago. It used to be a high mountain, and the sea water around the dragon's nest was a faint blue-green. After stepping into the cave, the dragons who were negotiating were keenly aware of the unfamiliar atmosphere. When they saw the human boy in the arms of the red dragon, he had short black hair. young man steps forward.

    In order to save space, the dragons in the ancestor's lair were all maintained in human form. The man's handsome features were somewhat similar to Vincent's, and Chao Deng Xin had already guessed his identity.

    "Bastard son," Hei Long asked suspiciously: "He is your knight? Why haven't I heard of you?"

    "Not a knight," Vincent laughed: "It's my master."

    "Master?" Heilong frowned: "Don't play with your father, who the **** will walk around with his master... Hey! Come back—"

    The black dragon wanted Ravincent's shoulder, and the latter kicked him into the wall. The black dragon coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood, but the surrounding dragons were accustomed to turning a blind eye to this scene.

    “…”

    My day.

    "Don't worry about the old man," Vincent said with a smile: "You want to see the ancestor? Go in?"

    “…hmmm.”

      The huge ice cellar of the ancestors of the dragon family, the cold frost and snow had dissipated a few days ago, the smell of blood rubbed the tip of the nose, and the lamp was gently placed on the ground. He looked down, and the white snow covered the crystal-like dragon scales. , the dragon buried deep in the ground was almost exposed to the eyes in the form of a miracle.

    Beautiful…

    "Towards the light?"

    He hummed.

    "You're about to fall."

    "...I didn't see it clearly," he turned back, a little embarrassed: "Thank you for pulling me, otherwise it would be miserable."

    In fact, he didn't have enough energy to pay attention to the cliff under his feet. All he could see was the ancient alien beast full of magic power under the snow of the ice field.

    "I thought you were attracted to it," Vincent shrugged: "The stronger the dragon, the easier it is to attract humans. This is instinct."

     Touching his nose towards the lamp, he joked: "So... I'm attracted to you, it's just attraction between us?"

      excitation."

    "That's it."

    He took the words, his tone dragged a casual tone, and he looked towards the lamp again to the sleeping dragon in the abyss. If he didn't misunderstand, he didn't intend to go into the ice cellar just now or even last time. It's all because... this dragon is seducing him, and when he stares into the abyss, the other party is also staring at him?

    "Wow, old man."

     Turning his head to the lamp, Vincent smiled and waved at the black dragon who came in alone. In order to make it easier for him to see the crystal dragon, their position had already passed the forbidden area of ​​the dragon clan, and the black dragon had a headache when he saw this. A tut.

    "What a disrespectful descendant..." He said, and he stepped into the restricted area without any shame: "The ancestor who is about to wake up will definitely cry for a young patriarch like you."

    "Young patriarch?"

    Cut in towards the light.

    "You haven't told people yet, **** son," the expression on Heilong's face became more and more sarcastic: "It's so irresponsible, is the young patriarch of the dragon clan an identity that makes you ashamed?" When it fell, he looked at Chao Deng: "The big beauty over there, do you want to sign a contract for another dragon—"

    Vincent swept to the side of the black dragon with a smile on his face, raised him and threw it down the cliff.

    “…”

    Complicated mood.

    "I'm serious," put one hand on the cliff, and the black dragon's handsome face was stained with blood, he turned over the cliff with the help of the rock: "A domestic violence person like him A little boy is not something worthy of a lifetime." He opened his arms: "Come on, a mature dragon is the best choice."

    "Kill you," Vincent was already impatient: "It's too shameless for a father to steal his son's spouse?"

    "...Spouse, spouse?!" Heilong was stunned: "Father, 800 years ago, I worried that you would become an old virgin who only knew how to fight. I didn't expect you to be so innocent, I'm blaming you."

    “…Brother,” lowered his voice toward the lamp: “Last time, um, your first time?”

    “…”

    He patted Vincent on the shoulder.

    "I blame you before, that's fine."

    “…”

      Why did you join forces with the Celestial Clan to encircle and suppress us, Dad knows you like fighting, but you can't win all creatures, you are very strong, but you will not always be the opponent of the group."

    "So?"

    "Donate blood."

    "No dedication," Vincent simply refused: "Your son is going to shoot birds."

    Heilong sighed with a splitting headache, he looked at Chaodeng: "Human, can you persuade this little boy who is full of fighting and killing? Although he injured himself when he was an adult Dad ran away from home, and Dad didn't want to see him go to death."

    He opened his mouth: "I..."

    "Master," Vincent interrupted the lantern: "If you don't let me go, I will **** you for a hundred years."

    "Uh..." Chao Deng gave Heilong a helpless look: "Alright, alright, hit the bird, hit the bird."

    “…”

    Before leaving the ancestor's lair, Chao Deng took a last look at the sleeping behemoth, the crystal dragon buried in the ancient glacier, the Hessian rock and its brilliant scales formed a strong contrast, Dried blood drips on the snow, like the most wonderful dream in poetry and painting.

    That night, Chao Deng heard a sweet voice that he had never heard before, and that voice guided him all the way forward, he seemed to have entered a dream again, and it seemed to be real, still the rock of obsidian The body, sparse snow and crystal clear ice, when he was about to reach the edge of the cliff, someone blocked his way, the dragon clan whose eyes and hair were nearly pale looked at him quietly, his figure and appearance were similar. Between the boy and the man, the skin was like snow, and the crystal dragon transformed into a humanoid said softly.

    "Go ahead and fall."

    "You asked me to come here," Chao Deng smiled and looked at the dreamy face in front of him. I wonder if it was because of the noble ancestors that the dragon in front of him almost had a breathtaking appearance. The most amazing thing is not his appearance, but the sense of depravity intertwined with spirituality and magic on the other side. Since ancient times, the dragon family has not belonged to light and is different from darkness. In him, this kind of contradictory charm is particularly obvious. : "Don't you want my blood?"

    The pale and beautiful creature frowned slightly, he raised his hand, but finally put it down.

    "Black Eyes..."

    “…?”

    "It's beautiful," he added slowly, "the first time I've seen it."

    "Hmm."

    This is the truth, there are all kinds of weird hair and eye colors in this world, but black eyes are very rare.

    "You have a contracted dragon," the pale hair fell to the ground, the ancestor of the dragon family tilted his head: "Do you want to add another one?"

    "So good," Zhao Deng smiled: "Why?"

    "I need the blood of the red dragon, just a drop," said the crystal-beautiful young man indifferently: "Only you can get his blood," he paused, then added: " I also want... black eyes."

    Vincent does not want to resurrect the ancestor, and no one in the dragon family can interfere with his decision. If he secretly promotes the resurrection of the ancestor and expresses his intention to sign a contract with the ancestor, it will not only affect Vincent The special battle is equivalent to underestimating his strength, not to mention, the red dragon is a proud fellow.

      Vincent, he used a contract to suppress the former. This feeling of being overwhelmed and despised can cause hatred the most. The problem is that he is not sure how much Vincent loves him now. Low... Will Lao Tzu be killed directly?

    Don't worry, take a gamble, if you don't complete the task, you will be ashamed of brother Caesar's teaching.

    "Sounds good," slightly raised his lips toward the lamp: "What's your name—"

    "Master," the voice of the incoming person interrupted his words, and the familiar tone made Chao Deng's body stiff for a moment: "You are not good?"

    “…”

    My day is coming.

      Old monster, can't I fully satisfy you?"

    “…”

    Help, help.

    "Master," Vincent smiled and motioned him to look at the bottom of the cliff, the human figure transformed by the crystal dragon disappeared at some point, leaving only the sleeping, radiant dragon: "You Think it will be stronger than me and help you achieve your goals?"

    "It's not..."

    The first half of the sentence agrees, and the second half of the sentence is negative.

    "Because it's the ancestor, you and my father, both think he's stronger than me..." Vincent put his wrist to his lips, the traces of blood diffused in the air, he There was a faint smile on his lips: "You want to bring it back to life, right?"

    He stretched his forearm, his red hair was blown by the cold wind on the edge of the cliff, and drops of blood rolled down the back of his hand.

    Tick-

    Tick, tick, tick.

    The ancestor who had been dormant at the bottom of the cliff for thousands of years slowly woke up under the blood of the dragons, and the sound of scattered rocks continued, Vincent watched the crystal-clear dragon shake off. Bingxue, he withdrew his right hand that was dripping blood, his eyebrows curved.

    Because the awakened ancestor just broke through the curse, he can have the power of the peak period for a short time, and then he will temporarily enter the rest period, and the blood that has been frozen for thousands of years will accompany the dragon roar of the crystal dragon tearing the sky It boiled out, and all the creatures in the dragon's nest were agitated at this moment, Vincent quietly raised the corners of his lips, and the next moment, his hand suddenly burst into golden fire.

    "Okay."

    He whispered.

    The figure of the red dragon fell to the bottom, and the human-shaped Vincent was as tiny as dust in front of the huge ancestor dragon, only the golden red fire light could make the Chaodeng barely identify his position , After a few seconds of silence at the bottom of the abyss, an angry dragon roar suddenly erupted, followed by bursts of laughter that he was all too familiar with.

    The shadow of the crystal dragon is suddenly divided into two halves from the top of the dragon's skull. The line spreads from the head of the dragon to the tail, cutting it into two neatly, and the dark dragon's blood rushes out , the entire bottom of the cliff was instantly filled with the overwhelming smell of blood.

    Vincent he... ripped the first ancestor from the middle?

    "Master."

    His familiar voice sounded from his ears, and the red dragon who moved behind him for some time pressed him into his arms, the other party's whole body was filled with a pungent **** smell, as if he had just come out of blood Fishing it out, of course, he only used a human form to cut open a giant dragon, how could it be spotless.

      what?"

    “…”

    Help!

    "I said," Vincent raised his chin towards the lamp and asked him to look at him, the red dragon's handsome face was expressionless for the first time in his sight, one deep and one shallow. Cang Yin's eyes are like an abyss: "If you hinder me from fighting, I will go to you for a hundred years."

    “…”

    Wait, wait!

    "Are you letting me ride, or ride yourself?" Vincent breathed softly in his ear: "If you dare to choose randomly, I will kill you."