He thought his performance was very embarrassing.

But unexpectedly, the soldiers in front of him actually weakened their legs at this moment, and then they fell down one after another like harvesting wheat.

"Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

The crowd fell into pieces.

Everyone's face was filled with fear and fear.

Even if they fell to the ground, they could not relieve their fear. They were still trembling...

It's like the power of heaven is coming!

"Aowoo!"

Xiaolong finally realized something was wrong.

It still soared in the air, but did not dare to get close to it anymore, but hesitated to look at the face of Zulong in the sky.

"Xiaolong, come back!"

Chen Ming suppressed the inexplicable fear in his heart and yelled again.

This time, Xiaolong finally turned around and looked at Chen Ming.

It heard Chen Ming's shout.

But its round eyes revealed a very humanized emotion.

Confused and puzzled.

It seems that I don't understand why Zulong treats it like this.

"You are not the same kind!"

"Xiaolong, come back soon!"

Chen Ming called out again.

The Ancestral Dragon is a Chinese Dragon.

The little dragon is a real Western dragon.

To be honest, these two are not the same species at all.

It is normal for Xiaolong to be treated like this.

But Xiaolong seemed to understand Chen Ming's words, and the doubts and confusion in his eyes became even more serious.

It looked at Zulong again.

It seemed to be staring at the dragon head condensed by the black cloud.

But in fact, Xiaolong's eyes had already passed through the black fog, as if he had seen something that others could not see through the depths.

As he looked, Xiaolong's head couldn't help but tilt.

Not the same species?

But how does it feel...
Chapter completed!