"Little Blue Dragon, you can't beat us, don't be so arrogant. For the sake of the real dragon, we won't kill you, just put..."

"Shut up, you sad dog licking!" Blu didn't want to hear the licking words of this dog licking. What is "Little Blue Dragon"? Did you call the little blue dragon?

Only when my spouse is in bed can he call me like that. You lick the dog dare to disgust me here?

The man was stunned for a moment, he didn't understand what licking a dog meant.

"Which onion are you? Don't get close to me when you come here and have something to do with me. What are the real dragons? I only know three real dragons here, my sister and I, and this silver dragon girl! You? Where did you come from? Just like this human, you know which pseudo-dragon bastard you are!"

Bru was not polite at all. Although he already knew that this guy was a bronze dragon in his youth, and that the pseudo-dragon could not be transformed, if you can make a sarcasm, try to make a sarcasm. After all, there will be no good thing for these good dragons to appear here.

A young bronze dragon licking dog in estrus, and a silver dragon in juvenile, no matter which one is, according to general common sense, it is enough to beat Bru.

No wonder the Silver Dragon Girl and the Dog Licking Dog look on their faces and do not take themselves seriously.

The bronze dragon itself is very fascinated by fighting, not to mention that it is obviously in the estrus period and wants to pursue the silver dragon.

The man showed an angry look on his face, and he suddenly accelerated toward Bru.

On the way, the body gradually changed and turned into a giant dragon with bronze dragon scales.

Seeing the bronze dragon rushing towards his master, although he knew he would lose, the half-ogreat warrior who was the escort of Bru still rushed forward to try to stop him.

The bronze dragon was not polite or merciless. He slapped it with a dragon claw. At a height of more than ten meters, the half-ogreat was like a toddler.

The difference between race and level caused the two half-ogreat warriors rushing in front to be beaten into mud by the dragon claws, and their entire bodies were bent into human form, and they died directly.

Bru's one-eyed eyes suddenly narrowed slightly - this was a sign of his anger.

The tall dragon stopped after slapping the two half-ogreat warriors to death, and he hummed softly.

"Silly little guy, remember my name, Noel Aberke! The skill of your mouth cannot make up for the huge gap between you and us. This is just a warning. For Miss Agnes's love of peace, as long as you hand over the chosen one of Tifflin, we will let you and your sister go, and you must be grateful!"

Bru looked at Noel.

Abbot, then looked at the two half-ogreat corpses on the ground, fuzzy.

He was actually not familiar with the dead half-ogreat, and he only learned about their names as guards not long ago.

At this moment, seeing them turned into a lifeless corpse, sad or something, Bru had no such emotion at all.

Some are just angry.

When beating a dog, you have to look at the owner, Noel.

Abbotke did this, obviously giving himself a warning.

It is a great humiliation to kill my slaves and bully me, and ask me to escape with my tail between them!

Perhaps seeing the anger in Bruce's eyes, the little silver dragon of Agnes said, "Blue Dragon, I remember Grandpa told me that Blue Dragon is the smartest among the five-colored dragons. Judging the situation is the advantage of your clan. I hope you can think seriously. Being strong will not benefit you. Just give that little girl to me. Don't worry, I won't hurt her, I will only hand her over to my grandfather, let him and Lancelot, Grandpa Ella and the others take care of him."

Grandpa Lancelot?

Bru pondered without saying a word, he didn't know the others, but he had heard the name Lancelot in his mind in his memory.

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