The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants to be happy

sixty times.

seventy times.

eighty times...

A hundred times!

A hundred times the time delay, was unreservedly stimulated.

And under the blessing of a hundred times, the light of the knife hangs down like a galaxy, even more brilliant!

The sword light separated the invisible mountain with a sharp gesture, and Mu En was already like an arrow about to leave the string, ready to go, as long as he slightly cut off the invisible and terrible pressure covering him, he would use his own speed to escape quickly. .

He's not that stupid to really fight a natural disaster.

But... still not enough, even if it was the strongest blow that broke through the limit in his history, it still couldn't shake the giant claw that fell easily.

Not even the motions to slow it down.

The golden pupil was still full of ridicule.

More terrifying pressure enveloped Mu En, and Mu En was soaked in blood.

"Protection of Holy Light—"

Suddenly, a warm current flowed through Mu En's body, and under the blessing of that holy power, the light of the saber, which was just showing signs of decline, swelled up instantly like a flame poured into hot oil.

The invisible mountain that was pressing across was finally cut open by the light of the knife, and Mu En loosened his body, but he ignored the joy of regaining his freedom and obeyed his instinct. He rolled on the ground in embarrassment, and finally at the last moment, dodged the falling bird. claws.

From the perspective of the giant dragon, he just slightly pressed down a sharp claw in a small arc.

But in front of Mu En, a bottomless pit, like a meteorite impact, formed in an instant, dead silent and deep, without even stirring up excess dust.

Mu En felt chills all over his body. It was conceivable that as long as he slowed down for a moment just now, he would turn into nothingness like the earth and rocks in the pit that disappeared out of thin air.

But he didn't care about these at all, but looked to the other side and asked hoarsely:

"why?"

Over there, the girl with a white skirt held the holy light in her hand, trembling all over, with fearful and firm eyes:

"I... I don't want to escape."

"It's useless for you to stay, go!"

"I know--"

The girl's lovely face was bloodless, but she never took a step back in the face of the giant dragon who was named a natural disaster.

"Maybe I'm useless, maybe I'm weak, but...but...but I don't want to run away again. I am Liya Angel, and I am the future saint!"

"And...and."

Liya looked at Mu En with trembling and beautiful eyes, and said in a low voice:

"I……"

【Humph. 】

At this time, an indifferent snort sounded, and the black mist that enveloped the place suddenly became violently turbulent.

"Well……"

The holy light shone brightly, but soon withered and disintegrated. The girl groaned in pain, as if she had been hit in the chest by a sledgehammer, and flew backwards.

"Lia!"

Mu En's eyes cracked.

Silly woman!

His expression was suddenly ferocious, and the red flames that had not fully recovered in the future spewed out from his body unreservedly, and at the same time, his figure flashed, appearing in front of the giant dragon in mid-air.

Angry eyes looked at the majestic golden pupil without fear, and the light of the knife in his hand was entwined with the burning fire from the evil god, aimed at the thing called natural disaster, and fell suddenly!

The giant dragon stared at the ants that were flying in front of him, his mocking gaze froze, as if he recognized the flames, and looked a little solemn.

Thus, the single claw became... three.

The three sharp claws enveloped Mu En, like a cage, and gradually...closed.

The red flames were still burning, but they couldn't stop the sharp claws from approaching. There were countless low-pitched sounds from Mu En's body, like the explosion of bamboo burning.

At that moment, an unknown number of bones in his body shattered at the same time.

The severe pain tore at the nerves, no matter how angry and ferocious he was, he could clearly feel his strength being gradually taken away.

No resistance.

Is this a natural disaster?

Mu En's eyes showed despair.

The giant dragon didn't hold him completely in its palm, allowing him to fall slumped from the gap between its claws.

At the last moment when consciousness dissipated, Mu En turned her head with difficulty and looked at the girl not far away.

Blood stained the white dress on her chest, and the girl's closed eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly with broken wings.

I seem to... I'm still implicating her.

Mu En smiled miserably, her consciousness plunged into darkness.

……

……

The forest fell into silence, even the wind stopped, and it seemed that he did not dare to overstep.

The dragon is high above, overlooking everything.

But its majestic golden pupils didn't pay attention to the disgusting girl with strong holy light, but kept falling on Mu En.

It is waiting for something.

Mu En was covered in blood at the moment, and his internal organs and bones had been broken into an unknown number of pieces. If it weren't for those equally annoying flames supporting his last life in the deep, he might have died long ago.

For Mu En, this is a desperate situation.

So it's been waiting.

Only with enough desperation can you force out what you want to find.

As for the ancient dragon aura that couldn't be more faint on his body, the black dragon didn't pay attention to it at all.

Just the same race.

It also kills quite a few.

Nothing to worry about.

But as time goes by quickly, the sky will be dark.

Mu En's blood seems to be drained...

Still nothing happened.

A trace of doubt finally flashed in the dragon's golden pupils.

Could it be... guess wrong?

ga-

Not far away, there was an embarrassing crow.

"..."

The dragon looked back indifferently.

It is ready to leave, to end this boring farce.

But at this moment, as if it suddenly discovered something, its cold eyes swept towards Mu En again.

On Mu En's chest, as the clothes were torn, a piece of paper with no trace or wrinkle was exposed in the inner lining that had been exposed after such a fierce battle.

That is a letter.

It looks like a very ordinary letter.

The majestic golden pupils flickered for a moment, and the endless black mist surged and retracted, wrapping the huge dragon body and turning it into a giant black cocoon.

The world is clear, the sky is dim, but the stars are bright.

Then, from the cocoon, footsteps sounded.

The tall figure stepped out of the cocoon.

The long black dress dragged the floor, with layers of delicate patterns like thorns hanging down, and the long red hair spread out like a maple forest burning in late autumn.

On the bare shoulders and neck, there are one or two delicate scales scattered, showing the fairness of the skin, and the hands and bare feet protruding from the black dress, glowing with a faint charming jade color under the starlight.

The face could not be seen clearly, only a pair of pupils, though no longer as dazzling as the sun, were still casted like gold, which made the boundless night surrender.

That is a woman.

The... "woman" who was dubbed a natural disaster.

The woman walked to Mu En's side, her majestic eyes never glanced at him again, she just bent slightly, stretched out her hand, and reached for the letter.

"That letter is not for you."

The playful and immature voice like a child suddenly resounded in the forest.

The woman raised her head, her indifferent golden pupils just met a pair of clear amber.

[WEB] 110. The deceitful teacher

The stars are scattered, and the world is silent.

As if time stopped.

Even the leaves blown by the breeze did not dare to make the slightest sound.

And in this clear night, only gold and amber stared at each other indifferently, like glaciers colliding and sparks burst out.

"Dormer?"

Finally, on that blurred face, there seemed to be sharp eyebrows raised high, like the cold sound of a sword being unsheathed, echoing in the dark night where everything held its breath.

It seems to be a pity.

"You are not dead yet."

"Heh, you, an old female dragon who likes waves, is not dead. I think I am young and beautiful, and my age is just right. I will always be 17 years old. How can I die?"

The white-haired and red-eyed old loli in a strawberry pink pajamas folded her hands on her chest, raised her white chin proudly, curled her lips and said:

"Also, call me Meera."

"..."

The night air seemed suddenly a few degrees colder.

"Unfortunately, it's just a projection."

The majestic golden pupils suddenly moved slightly downwards, looking at Meera's petite body hidden in the slightly loose pink pajamas, I don't know if it was an illusion, the fuzzy corners of the mouth outlined a hint of sarcasm.

"You're getting smaller again, Dormir."

"..."

It was a few degrees colder.

The pink nightdress fluttered slightly, scattering light particles like stars, stepping on the little feet of Mu En's face and leaving, Meera floated up until she was at eye level with the woman, no, it was slightly higher.

He raised his head, raised his chest vigorously, and looked down from above.

"Still young." The woman snorted.

"I used to be older than you."

Meera stared at the woman's bulging breasts under her black dress, and sneered.

"It's just temporarily surpassing me, what's there to be proud of."