Chapter 406

"Don't be angry, don't be angry..."

On the soft bed, Qin Jian poked his fingers and took his back wings to his little silver dragon.

"I just like what you just looked like..."

Na'er, the Dragon scales on the surface of the little Silver Dragon don't stick. Maybe, as she said, the silver dragon spear is only a young woman, and the Dragon scales are also in a newborn state.

"Don't be angry, okay?"

Qin Jian pulled her little wings again.

"You... You're bored..."

I really don't know what to say about him. Finally, na'er just held out such a sentence.

"Yes... I'm bored, I'm bored..."

Qin Jian gently pulled her little wings and pulled her back to her eyes: "na'er, why did you become like this? It's reasonable that the silver dragon gun can become what you want at will?"

He rolled up the scales for her, soft and smooth, which made him love it all at once.

"This is what I am. Why should I become something else?" na'er wondered.

At the same time, because he was touched by Qin Jian, somehow a comfortable feeling poured out from the bottom of his heart.

The little silver dragon couldn't help narrowing his eyes.

"Then why don't you become human?" Qin Jian continued to roll silently.

Little Yinlong obviously showed his eyes at the fool: "I've never been shaped before. How can I know what I look like after being shaped?"

"Well..."

Qin Jian was still rolling: "then I'll tell you what I saw of you. Will you change one out?"

The little silver dragon stood up slightly, and his eyes immediately became vigilant: "what do you want to do?"

"Don't look at me like that. I just want to hold you in human shape." Qin Jian said to her.

Having had enough of his body, he began to feel his head.

First touch it with your fingers. If you don't respond, start

Ah, it feels good

Qin Jian's eyes narrowed with laughter.

"I don't want to hold you in any human shape. No, I mean, you don't want to hold me anyway!" na'er's voice came.

But little Yinlong obviously narrowed his eyes and looked very comfortable.

The body is still very honest

Qin Jian couldn't help it. Slowly, he put his hand under Yinlong's head and scratched her chin

"Huh?"

The little silver dragon subconsciously raised his neck and narrowed his small eyes.

But the next moment she suddenly turned her head and looked straight at Qin Jian. Na'er's voice fluttered into Qin Jian's mind: "Qin Jian... What are you doing..."

"Ah? Nothing?"

Qin Jian took back his hand as if nothing had happened.

"Were you touching me just now?"

Her tone was cool: "and still use a way to touch the cat... Are you..."

The little silver dragon stood up and pointed his wings at Qin Jian: "do you... Take me as a pet?!"

The voice of the last few words suddenly rose, obviously angry.

"No... I'm just combing your hair... Er... Combing scales." Qin Jian said with a smile.

"My scales need combing?"

The little silver dragon glanced at him: "and it seems that I don't need to comb scales on my chin?"

Qin Jian had nothing to say

So he didn't say anything: "then I don't remember that cats like scratching their chin, so I tried... Try... Eh? Don't fight, don't fight, ow..."

The little silver dragon could no longer suppress his anger. He flapped his small wings and jumped on Qin Jian. His wings waved and covered his face.

"Let you treat me as a pet! Let you treat me as a pet! I shit you!"

Qin Jian saw na'er so lively for the first time.

Although it's a small silver dragon's body, it's really strong to toss.

It's just that every time I shoot it, the strong wind blows on his face, but when it really hits him in the face, it quickly stops. Finally, it's no different from patting it gently.

What a... Proud... Little girl

Qin Jian's eyes flashed a smile, but on the surface, he fought with her.

After a while, she gradually stopped pasting her face.

"Come on, take a break and call back later."

Qin Jian handed her a step by the way.

As expected, na'er came down. As soon as the little silver faucet was lifted, she turned her back to him and said, "hum, I'll spare you for the time being."

Qin Jian smiled silently, and then reached out to hold her.

"You, what are you doing?"

Na'er fluttered her little wings in panic.

But Qin Jian ignored her struggle this time, but rolled with the trend and wrapped her in the quilt.

"Let go... Let go of me..."

The little silver dragon struggled and protested.

But Qin Jian held her tighter: "don't make trouble, just hold it and sleep."

"Sleep... Sleep?"

The silver dragon tilted his little head: "why do you hold me when you sleep?"

"Because holding you can be at ease..."

Qin Jian put his forehead on it and touched the head of little silver dragon.

Na'er: "

"Then... Then you can't touch... Or... Or I'll become a silver dragon gun..." she whispered.

Qin Jian nodded again and again, "OK, don't touch it."

Finally there was no movement in the quilt

I don't know how long it took, the sunset set, the moon was in the middle of the sky

"Click."

Suddenly there was a slight sound of the door opening, and a slight sound of tiptoe sounded.

In the quilt on the bed, the little silver dragon moved, quietly poked out a small head, and then was right in the eyes of hulena who secretly walked to the bed.

Hulina: "

Na'er: "

Looking at the cool skirt that the little fox is wearing, na'er knows what this guy is doing here.

Steal food. She saw it a lot in the capital of killing.

"Small gun, please, will you give him to me tonight?"

Hulena is also familiar with this scene. The only difference is that it used to be a gun and now it's a dragon, but it's OK to know that they are the same.

So the little fox put his hands together and cried pitifully: "I haven't been with him for a year..."

A few strands of black lines clearly appeared on the forehead of the little silver dragon.

Even in the capital of killing, Qin Jian needs to vent the influence of killing gas, so she will let it go.

But that's not the case now. Do you want to come and drive it away in the middle of the night?

The little silver dragon turned his head and retracted directly into the quilt.

"Hey, hey, little gun, give me some face..." hulena whispered.

Little Yinlong simply got into Qin Jian's arms and ignored her.

"You didn't do that before..."

Hulina wrinkled her face and couldn't help but poke the silver dragon's small head.

As a result, the silver dragon suddenly looked up and a pair of dragon eyes locked her.

Somehow, hulina actually felt the meaning of forest cold.

Obviously, only Qin Jian can touch her Silver Dragon King's small head!