Zhang Ling was pleasantly surprised in his heart, and when he looked down, he saw that Long Mengling's eyes were still tightly closed, but his right hand was already grasping his wrist, and his soft lips were slightly open, as if he was longing for something. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

What she needs now is the blood of the gods that has not yet been collected!

Zhang Ling hurriedly waved his hand to open the gate of the Dragon Palace, and the thick bloody aura surged in in an instant. Zhang Ling could clearly feel that Long Mengling in her arms took a sharp breath of blood in the air, and then the sides of her forehead began to slowly bulge, gradually extending a pair of flamboyant dragon horns.

She's sucking the blood of the gods!

As soon as the gate of the Dragon Palace opened, those red-eyed people outside the Dragon Palace immediately rushed in and rushed straight towards the green gauze tent. As if he hadn't noticed it, Zhang Ling didn't pay any attention to it, and let them rush into the green gauze tent. And in his eyes, there was only Long Mengling in his arms at this time.

She's about to wake up.

The first to rush into the green gauze tent was the python king. When he saw Long Mengling in Zhang Ling's arms, he was immediately stunned, the blood-red madness in his eyes stagnated slightly, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.

Isn't she dead?

The people behind saw the python king retreating, and they didn't know what was going on, and driven by curiosity, they all came forward. When they saw the green gauze tent, not only Zhang Ling, but also the dragon god, they were all stupid all of a sudden.

In their cognition, such as today, there is only one dragon god left, Zhang Ling. But I never thought that another dragon god who had died a long time ago was also here!

She's not dead?

After everyone was surprised, they gradually understood what was going on behind the green gauze tent. It turned out that the dragon god Long Mengling had not really come back to life, and she did not have any ability to act.

Feeling everyone's surprise, Zhang Ling smiled slightly, and said, "What's the matter? What are you doing standing stupidly? Should you fight and kill, is it possible that you still want me to do it? Long'er, she likes this kind of scene of fighting and killing the most." Although he was speaking to everyone, his eyes were never willing to leave Long Mengling.

She was about to wake up, how could he miss the moment she opened her eyes?

"Yes, we're here to kill the dragon gods!" said Mohurakya, "we're here to kill the dragon gods!"

Both are dragon gods, so they have to be killed!

Zhang Ling chuckled, his fingers hooked slightly, and everyone heard a "bang" behind them, but the door of the Dragon Palace had been closed by Zhang Ling.

They can't get out anymore!

Seeing that the back road was blocked, everyone panicked in their hearts, and the courage that came from nowhere suddenly disappeared. At this moment, the fear of the dragon god once again occupied their hearts, making them shudder.

They...... Where did you get the courage to rush into the Dragon Palace and want to kill the Dragon God!

Zhang Ling didn't care at all about what everyone was thinking, he carefully tidied up the bun for Long Mengling in his arms, attached it to her ear, and said softly: "Long'er, I know you like the blood-spattered scenery the most." You see, in this Dragon Palace, there has been no change for so many years. Today, I'm going to dye this place in some fresh colors, don't you think?"

Everyone only felt that Zhang Ling's smile was so gentle that the blood all over his body boiled, and a little frenzy in his heart was instantly ignited, and there seemed to be inexhaustible strength all over his body, and the strong desire to destroy filled his thoughts in an instant. The people I see seem to be so obstructive to the eyes, I just want to tear them all apart.

With that in mind, they did. I don't know who made the first move, maybe everyone broke out together, and a scuffle began immediately. All of them were red-eyed, turned their bodies into weapons, and started the most primitive fight.

Flesh and blood are flying, stained on the green gauze tent, but it is more like a tragic and beautiful painting. The roars and screams echoed in the hall, a top-notch symphony that few people could accept, and with the sound of blood splashing, it was like a heavenly sound.

This is Long Mengling's favorite scene!

Zhang Ling smiled slightly, looking at the pair of dragon horns on Long Mengling's forehead, which had finally grown to the length of his memory, and the joy in his heart was indescribable. He tilted his head slightly, gently rubbed Long Mengling's dragon horn with his dragon horn, and called to her softly.

"Dragon...... Dragon's ......"

With Zhang Ling's call, the lightning mark on Long Mengling's eyebrows lit up slightly. Then, she moved.

The slender hand poked out like a butterfly, but the palm was extremely suction, and a figure suddenly appeared in Long Mengling's palm, but it was Mohu Luojia.

"Mohuraja, long time no see, goodbye!"

With a slight force on his green fingers, Mohurakya's head suddenly flew into the air, and the blood that spurted out of his broken neck was like a fountain in a dream, rushing high and scattering down. Long Mengling raised her head slightly, her lips opened lightly, and when she sucked it gently, the blood of Mohu Luojia that was splashing in the sky was sucked into her mouth.

As the blood fell into his mouth, Long Mengling's body trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but let out a very comfortable sigh. Then, as if she had finally slept enough, her eyelashes fluttered, and she finally opened her eyes slowly.

The heavy green pupils, glowing with a cold light, were exactly the same as they had been many years ago.

Seeing that Long Mengling finally opened his eyes, Zhang Ling was so excited that he even stopped breathing. He only felt that his nose was sore, and Long Mengling's appearance suddenly blurred, until hot tears rushed down, and it was clear again.

"Dragon's ......"

Long Mengling's eyes were slightly raised, and he saw that Zhang Ling was already in tears, and his heart suddenly softened. She gently stretched out her hand, wiped away her tears for Zhang Ling, and said with a light smile: "Zhang Ling, aren't you happy to see me back?"

"Happy! happy!" Zhang Ling hurriedly burst into a smile and hugged Long Mengling tightly, "I'm so happy!"

He finally survived without her!

Long Mengling smiled slightly, stretched out his arm, and wrapped it around Zhang Ling's neck, his eyes full of strange tenderness. She gently stroked Zhang Ling's face and said with a smile: "The curse of the Green Dragon God has been lifted. ”

Zhang Ling nodded and said, "Well, the curse has been lifted." ”

Long Mengling said: "Then, after thinking about it for thousands of years, you can finally do it." ”

Zhang Ling said: "Well, I can finally do it." ”

Long Mengling chuckled: "So, do you have something to say to me?"

Zhang Ling suddenly became excited, and his voice couldn't help but tremble: "Long'er, I ......" Before he finished speaking, he felt a slight chill on his lips, and a soft petal-like lips and tongue came up, carrying the cold fragrance that he had been thinking about for thousands of years.

Blood was flying outside the tent, and the inside of the tent was cold and fragrant.