quickly transmigration bl : cute devil

Arc 8. 14 : Princess and dragon

When Murray woke up, there was a panic in his heart. He couldn't care much. When he was in a shape, he shattered the ice layer that covered his body and rushed out of the cold pool to the sky. Roared on his head.

The angry dragon humming immediately trembled across the continent.

Joyce... call him?

He walked over Joyce in the front floor, and if he was in danger, he must be called. But Morris knew how proud his baby was, and he would not seek his help casually, so he specifically threatened Joyce and others to protect his Joyce.

How dangerous is his Joyce to call his name?

The anger burned in the heart of Morris, and his eyes immediately became blushing. Elf King, Devil, and King of Warcraft, how did they look after his baby?

Morris quickly flew to the Elf of the Elf, the raging anger in his mind, so that he was immersed in the cold pool for two days before the slightly suppressed burning once again appeared in his soul in a more violent way.

This huge black dragon, a pair of eyes is completely full of tyranny, leaving only a trace of clearness to push him back to his treasure.

In the blink of an eye, it was on the outskirts of the Elf's Forest. Morris smelled a **** smell and belonged to his baby's **** taste. The apex of the heart trembled toward the source of **** taste. The excellent vision allowed Murray to clearly see the bright red blood on the grass in midair.

Not far away, two exquisite shoes were scattered on the ground, and Morris was clearly eager to put the shoes on his Joyce's feet.

Nowadays, the shoes that he loves and the cautiously held shoes, the gems on them have fallen, and there are even traces of being trampled.

Such a scene caused Murray's pupil to squash, and an indescribable fear emerged from his heart, prompting him to scream at his hair.

The clearness in the eyes of Murray is completely dissipated, and all the erects are tyrannical, and there is a deep fear of deep depression hidden behind the tyranny.

Elf...The Elf of the Elves...

The anger of his own treasures was controlled by Morris's mind, and he completely lost his mind. The hot hellfire spilled from his mouth and burned the entire Elf.

The people in the Elves' Forest have been scared by two screams.

The Elf King, who was on the top, completely lost his elegant appearance and his lips trembled: "Dragon...Dragon? Didn't he leave the Kellys?"

Once again, I heard the roar of the dragon, and the horrible memory of the genocide once again appeared in the hearts of all the elves. However, even more horrible things appeared. As soon as they looked up, they saw a hot flame burning around the forest.

"Yes, is the dragon fire? The dragon is angry!"

Panic immediately filled the entire Elf's forest, but after all the elves panicked, they immediately thought of the dragon's treasures still beside them, so they set their minds and bet their hopes on Lydia.

"Pray for Princess Lydia to appease the dragon and let the dragons surpass the Elven Forest!"

Lydia had no mood at all to listen to what the elves around said, her face was pale, and her eyes were terrified to look at the huge black figure that appeared in the air.

Dragon? The dragon really appeared?

The heat wave of the fire burned almost to the face of Lydia, so that she could not stop shaking. In her mind, the dragon has always been a legend, so she dared to pretend to be the treasure of the dragon.