quickly transmigration bl : cute devil

Arc 8. 14 : Princess and dragon

The elf who fled the emperor, also found the call of the dragon, shocked to see his companion: "Is the dragon called a person's name?"

"It, it seems to be calling Joyce?"

"Joyce? Isn't that the boy's name?"

Deep in the forest, the torch in the hands of the demon Aino has fallen to the ground.

As soon as the elf ran out of confusion, Qingyun had easily broken away from the bondage, and simply reached out and squeezed the big magician's neck and grabbed the key of the artifact.

"You...what are you just calling?" Ai Nuo, who was defeated by the magical magic of the young man, has no feeling of struggle at the moment. Instead, he has converged his own sinister smile and looked at the still wearing look. A sweet skirt is like a demon-like teenager.

"Oh? You asked me what is it?" Qingyun looked down at the key in his hand and heard the question of the devil, but it was a malicious hook. "I am of course calling me Morris."

As in response to the boy's words, the outside dragon immediately uttered a scream, as if in response, it was calling.

When I heard the boy, the light in the eyes of the demon Ainuo disappeared completely. He knew that he was finished, and the whole Mozu was finished.

Hearing the fear and fear conveyed by the dragon's screaming, Qing Yun paused, not busy with the key to unload the artifact, but immediately ran to the place where the flames burned.

Morris's mood seems to be a bit wrong, and Qingyun is worried about this man.

In fact, he has raised doubts more than once in his heart. This man is not eager to stick to him. He can't keep going. How can he leave this for so many days?

But he just ran a few steps, a huge black panther suddenly popped out to block his footsteps.

Looking at this familiar panther, Qing Yun sneered: "How come you are back?"

With the old path of Qingyun, how could it not be seen what the beastmaster was playing, not just trying to take advantage of the fisherman's interests, but also wanting him to be grateful.

Beastmaster faced the teenager and deeply slid his body. Now the Beastmaster has to regret it. He didn't expect the teenager to be able to call the dragon easily. It didn't even think that the dragon really valued this boy so much that he was mad because of the blood around the forest.

But the more such a situation, the more the Beastmaster dared to let the boy rush to the dragon.

"The dear princess, the Lord has fallen into madness, and there is no reason, so you can't go." The black panther pleaded. "If you are accidentally injured at this time, the waking Lord will surely ruin." The whole world!"

Even though the situation has been explained, the Panther found that the boy in front of him had no fear at all, but instead yelled at him: "Get out!" and then ran to the place where the dragon was in the sky.

The more the Beastmaster said, the more the Qingyun couldn't let go, how could a man lose his mind? What the **** is going on?

Qing Yun quickly ran towards the forest outside, and soon he saw the mighty figure, but looking at the eyes of Murray, Qing Yun brow immediately wrinkled.

Because these eyes are not the dark red that he is familiar with, the black that represents destruction and tyranny has already filled the pupil of Morris.

"Murris!" Qingyun shouted at the mad dragon, but the dragon clearly heard his voice, but seemed to lose the ability to distinguish his direction, only violently and eagerly spurting flames around.

wrong! The man's soul has a problem!

At a close distance, he felt the familiar atmosphere of the man. Qing Yun immediately noticed that this tyranny had nothing to do with the body of the man's dragon, but was related to his soul.

This tyrannical situation often only occurs when the soul is hit hard.

The raging dragon seems to perceive the arrival of his treasure, but it is an abnormal scream of rejection. It seems to be persuading Qingyun to leave, let him stay away from this horrible monster that is irrational.

"Idiot!" Qing Yun looked at the black dragon that was almost wrapped in a hot dragon fire, biting his teeth, stepping back two steps, and then rushing toward the dragon in the flame.

He can't let a man be so angry, otherwise the injury in his soul will be more serious!

Seeing the slender figure of the young man rushing into the flame, the panther that finally caught up was trembled in all four limbs, and it was over! If the boy had a problem, even if the dragon was awake from the tyranny, the creatures on this continent were not saved.

The Panthers now regret that they have not saved the boy from the beginning.

The other escaped elves also saw the figure of the boy, and immediately he hoped again: "Joyce is coming! Look! It is Joyce who the dragon has been calling..."

The figure of the teenager passed through the hot dragon fire, which made everyone sigh of relief, but in the next second their hearts were involuntarily raised.

Because they actually saw the dragon's claws waved toward the teenager!

Isn't Joyce a treasure of a dragon?

Murray's huge sharp claws, which touched the juvenile skirt, violently held the strength, and gently held the boy in his palm.

Morris bowed his head and screamed at the young man, but there was a deep fear and fear in the roar, as if to blame the teenager: Why do you not obey? Go away from me!

The wind of the dragon blew up the hair of Qingyun, watching the man have lost his senses, but still struggled to protect him, Qingyun could not help but flash soft light.

He did not rely on the man's strength to stay away from him, but instead approached his horrible mouth, gently stroking his hard and sharp scales: "Dear, I am fine, I have nothing to know? Not what you said, no one, no one." Things can separate us..."

Qingyun did not escape the hot breath of the dragon. He leaned his delicate cheeks on the scales of the dragon, gently rubbed it and calmed him: "Oh, nothing..."

The elves finally stopped fleeing, and they held their breath in the corner, staring at the petite teenager who comforted the horrible dragon. He seemed so insignificant at the side of the dragon, but the strangely ridiculous dragon was quiet.

The fierce dragon, trying to restrain his own tyranny, put away his sharp claws, and even closed the gap between the scales, in order to protect his palms from his injuries.

One is a frightening dragon, one is a young man who is dressed as a woman but still beautiful, and the most violent force and the most beautiful beauty collision can not completely open the eye.

It turns out that Joyce, who is considered a counterfeit by them, is the real dragon treasure...

The roar of the dragon gradually subsided, leaving only a heavy gasp, and the raging dragon fire was extinguished with the gradual calm of the owner's soul.

Morris's eyes returned to the normal dark red. He gazing gazing at this even if he witnessed his most violent side, he still had no fear, but he was distressed and tenderly caressing his teenager.

Without paying any attention to anyone around, Morris piously closed his palm, hugged his treasure, and swept the huge wings to his own nest.