The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Whether it is an illusion or real, the most important thing now is to get rid of the Red Winged Dragon, which is in its weakening period.

It must not be delayed any longer, once it is allowed to slow down and part of its physical strength is restored, it is difficult to guarantee that it will have another indiscriminate and large-scale dragon breath.

After making up my mind, I dragged two knives and strode towards the Red Winged Dragon, who was so weak that it had to stay still in the air.

Along the way, the force of the feet exploded, the floor tiles that had been burnt to the point of crisp creaking and creaking, and the dark-colored floor tiles continued to fall and fly.

Rushing to the front, the Red Winged Dragon still hasn't recovered from its exhaustion. It just opened a bright red vertical pupil and looked at me coldly, full of arrogance and disdain.

Although it is sadly smaller than the dragon, it also has the purest dragon bloodline.

The proud dragons never put the weak in their eyes. They only recognize the strong because they are born strong.

"To be honest, I am very upset, really upset!" I came to it with a knife, and I looked down on it with fearless eyes: "Your eyes, your arrogance, and your so-called strong dignity, All these make me feel very upset."

I pierced the tip of the knife into the floor tile, and squeezed my left hand against the tip of the hilt of Xilan’s demon sword. I frowned: "Whether you can understand me or not, I have to say that your dragons are indeed very powerful, but this It’s not the capital you’re proud of. Think about why the city in the sky fell into the deep sea. Think about why your boss was driven back to your nest. Do you still think you are superior?"

"No, apart from relying on this dragon scale, natural strong body, and natural dragon's breath, you have nothing to do except these three specialties!"

Having said that, I excitedly drew Xilan's demon knife from the floor tiles and looked hard at the back of Red Winged Dragon.

The hard dragon scales made a burst of metallic rustling.

If I hadn't known that it was a living creature, I would have thought that this dragon scale was made of metal.

"You are not a Celestial Clan" a slightly hoarse voice came from the red pterodactyl throat.

After a little surprise, I chuckled, "So you know human language."

"I have lived in this city of the sky for hundreds of millions of years, and have fought with thousands of Celestial people. Naturally, I understand your language."

"It will be easier if you can understand" I spread my hands and breathed a sigh of relief: "Since I can understand what I said, let's talk, how about?"

"Why should I talk to you?" Red Wing Long said with disdain.

"Because you have no physical strength now, it's just a piece of meat on the cutting board. I can clean you how I want to clean you, whether it's peeling you, cramping, grilling, or cutting off your head and hanging it on the wall for decoration. Anything I like is fine."

"Do it, human" Red Winged Dragon doesn't care about life and death: "Death here will make my soul return to my Lord faster. I have waited for hundreds of millions of years for the expectation of death, and I can't wait."

"I know that your body is just a skin that carries the soul, and if I'm not wrong, since you have wisdom, then the breath of the dragon you just breathed out must be to drain your energy as soon as possible. So that I can kill you more smoothly, and then you can return to your Lord in a fair way, right?"

I smiled and looked at the Red Wing Dragon, who remained silent all the time, as if he was asleep.

"If you don't tell me, I will take it as a acquiescence." I sighed lightly and continued: "The reason why you try your best to exhaust your energy and go to death happily, instead of lying in a certain place and giving up resisting negativity from the beginning The biggest reason for dying is probably that your lord has given you instructions that you must fight to the point of exhaustion, otherwise you will not be allowed to return to your hometown. I guess that’s right?"

The red winged dragon's blood-red vertical pupils trembled slightly, this wave of shaking, which happened to confirm my guess.

"Sure enough," I smiled and said: "When your lord is still on this continent, you may not have the intention to leave the city in the sky, so you will kill thousands of Celestial people, but when you lord After being expelled back to the territory of the Dragon Race, after the Sky City fell into the deep sea, you began to miss the life in the Dragon Realm and the time with your Lord. However, the Sky City has sunk into the deep sea, and the heavens have fallen on this continent. , The portal into the city of the sky happened to be shrouded by some boulders, leading to the fact that there were only a handful of adventurers who were able to enter here during these hundreds of millions of years, and the legend about the city of the sky was completely lost from the mainland. Maybe, I Maybe it is the first adventurer who really set foot here after hundreds of millions of years."

The red pterodactyl's eyelids trembled slightly, and it shook even more.

"For this reason, when you see me, you make up your mind. You must rack your brains to irritate me. It's best not to kill you to the extent that you don't give up, and then you consume all your physical strength to the weakest Greet my terrible anger."

"Your analysis is absolutely correct, little guy" Red Wing Long said: "I'm very curious. Since the legend of Sky City has disappeared on the Hefeng Continent, and you are not a Celestial Clan, why are you so familiar with the history of Sky City? ?"

"Because your lord, Tyrannosaurus King Bakar, it is my...friend."

"Do you know what you are talking about?" The Red Winged Dragon seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world: "The great and invincible Lord, turned out to be you, a human friend?"

"Because of your disgusting attitude, that's why I said those words just now. You are a big bird with red light all over!"

"I am a dragon!" it roared, "not a bird! Don't confuse me with that low-level creature!"

"What does it matter?" I shrugged indifferently: "Birds eat, you also eat, birds drink water, you also drink, birds excrete, you shouldn't get rid of the physiological phenomenon of excretion, right?"

"You rude maggot, I, Flame Dragon's Breath Salen, can't wait to use my dragon's breath to burn you into coke!" Red Winged Dragon roared angrily.

"But you can't even blow out a small flame now..."

call!

Although not big, a very hot flame sprayed from the mouth of the Red Winged Dragon, burning my clothes clean--except for the close-fitting Mithril armor.

The corners of my eyes trembled, and I sighed helplessly: "Well, maybe you can still spit out a small flame."

I took off my Mithril armor, looked down at the regenerating skin and muscles, sniffed twice, and muttered: "I didn't expect that roasting my own meat would be so fragrant, but it was really worrying. It hurts."

The Red Pterodactyl also stared at my continuously healing upper body. After a long time, it said, "Is your self-healing ability innate?"

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