Closed his eyes, Beitang Yaori once again gritted his teeth. He had already thought of what this golden dragon that was burned red and hot was going to do.

The heat waves around the body are so hot that they are suffocating. The air that inhales into the lungs is so heart-wrenching that it hurts!

The golden dragon-shaped branded long iron plate was like a living dragon. It circled around Beitang Yaori's back and climbed through his thin waist to his chest and shoulders.

The man standing in front of the console looked at the golden dragon-shaped imprint that had been wrapped around Beitang Yaori, and pressed another button on the console.

The soft iron plate seemed to have been ordered, and in a flash, it was like a python prey, and it surrounded the entire upper body of Yaori, who was tightly surrounded by the Beitang!

"Shi, Shishi———………!!!!"

"Um!!"

The salt water on the upper body has evaporated without a trace by the hot high temperature.

The upper body was entangled by a hot fire snake. The intense and piercing pain made Beitang Yaori suddenly raise his head, and his hands were locked firmly by thick iron chains, but he kept rubbing and roaring due to the huge pain!

The blood that had just flowed out of the wound was quickly dried by the hot iron plate. The burning smell of the skin mixed with a strong smell of blood, and immediately overflowed the entire room!

Beitang Yaori's upper body was covered with scars, and tiny blood continued to overflow, sliding down along the body drop by drop.

It was as if it was bent over. A arrogant and domineering mad dragon ink green coiled around Beitang Yaori's entire upper body, with sharp dragon claws, domineering dragon head above the left chest, and those sharp longan eyes could almost penetrate everything!

The golden dragon was washed away with a messy blood. It was like a guardian saint, imprinted on the upper body of the Beitang Yaori****, arrogantly looking down on everything!

In heaven and hell, that night, the scorching pain, the burning smell of the skin, and the printed King Decha Jia Long began to change the life of Beitang Yaori.

Memories, end.

"Do you know Yaori? I never regret carving a dragon king on you."

"…"

Xi Shaosiming never regretted his choice that time. He forced a sinful tattoo of Decha Jialong King on Beitang Yaori, making him an excellent mafia.

What Beitang Yaori did was more excellent than Xi Shaosiming imagined. That man, a man with an indifferent temperament as an emperor, was the natural King Decha Jia Long, the leader of everyone!

Today's Dragon King Club is the best proof.

"The most reassuring man in the government, the excellent federal major general, Yaori, when I first saw you, I knew you were a man who never disappointed anyone, no matter what he did."

"…"

Xi Shaosiming had narrow and long black eyes, with a hint of cruelty and praise.

"If you didn't care about me in Tibet, you might not have happened today. Do you know Yaori? One of the biggest mistakes you made was that you didn't kill me before."

"…"

Xi Shaosiming said terrible words, but there was a faint smile on his face.

"When I first saw you, I had the desire to carve a Decha Kakuya dragon on you."

"Is that true?"
Chapter completed!