quickly transmigration bl : cute devil

Arc 8. 14 : Princess and dragon

In fact, Lydia looked at the group of elves because of the identity of a dragon treasure, she was obedient to her, and her heart was almost despised. Because she never thought about it, the dragon will really appear!

"No, no!" Lydia flusteredly refused the request of the elf that swarmed her, but the huge guilty conscience had caught her heart, leaving her with no strength to push the elves around her.

The elf caught in fear and panic did not care about the rejection of Princess Lydia, almost pulling, and together she took her to the periphery of the forest and pushed her under the black giant shadow in midair.

The huge figure of black has been fully presented to everyone, followed by the ignited dragon fire.

Lydia fell to the ground, and she looked up in horror and looked at the huge figure of this horror. The face was completely free of the sweetness pretending to pray before.

What the dragon's favor, the dragon's gentleness, the dragon's maintenance, all flew from her heart, looked up and saw the horrible erect and the evil giant shredded wings, Lydia was the whole person. Stumbled on the ground, the throat can only involuntarily issued a "life-saving" exclamation.

It's terrible, why should she let her face such a terrible monster?

However, the elf who was originally respected by her is not afraid of her fear at the moment, but eagerly urged: "Princess, you talk! You are quick to ask the dragon to take back the dragon fire! You are not saying that you are the treasure of the dragon? ?"

"The dragon is so fond of you, you will certainly listen to your persuasion!"

Seeing that the dragon fire had burned to the center of the forest, the elves looked at the soft Princess Lydia, who was so anxious that they did not even have doubts because of her unusual fear, but only anxiously begged.

Perhaps it was attracted by the words of the elf. Lydia looked up and found that the pair of cold **** looked at her.

The fear of death was shrouded in Lydia's heart. She was completely soft on the ground, and the dryness of the urine emanated from her damp skirt.

Morris, who was caught in madness, saw the appearance of the **** the ground, and involuntarily slammed it, and then it was a more angry roar.

These wicked elves have hidden his treasures and turned to such a rough and bad fake goods to deceive him?

Angry Morris, rushing down from the air, lifted his huge wings and flew out the wicked counterfeiters who were on the ground.

Looking at Princess Lydia, who was flying by the dragon's anger, the elves were almost sluggish, and the words that the girl had said before and the shy expression once again came to their minds.

However, the dragon fire of the flame red came along, but it burned all the delusions in the mind of the elves.

"what!"

The screams of the elves have come and gone, and the crown of the Elf King's head has fallen. He is ashamed, looking at the burned people, and looking at the Princess Lydia who doesn't know where to be thrown by the dragon. Full of sorrow.

Why... Why did he try his best to please the treasure of the dragon, and ultimately he could not escape the fate of the genocide?

The anger that was deceived gradually fermented in the heart of the Elf King. It must be... The **** woman must have deceived her. She is not a treasure of any dragon.

It is impossible for such a tyrannical dragon to pamper a human being like this!

Morris made a loud roar and called his baby in the bark: "Joyce... Joyce..."