Chapter 1072 Prison Dragon (72)

If you can’t beat it, just slip away. Who would think he can’t beat it?

Baitang returned the protective heart scale to Cong Huai, got up and went out.

Cong Huai held the scales, his eyes darkened.

“Do you still like that weapon spirit?”

Baitang paused: “I never liked him.”

Su has never met, and his gender is unknown.

Why did she like it?

Spent a lot of time and energy to give Qi Ling a chance to regenerate.

Cherish such a contribution from the heart.

Cong Huai held the protective heart scales, put on a mask, and chased after her.

“A Tang, do you like me?”

After his mind was pierced by Song Futing, he didn’t see what Baitang said.

It made him scratch his heart and lungs all the time.

Baitang: “I’m still young, I don’t want to do this. Don’t be a beast.”

Cong Huai: “…”

Never expected, this is the reason.

She is quite small now. A little girl like twelve.

Cong Huai whispered: “Then wait until your body becomes an adult.”

Anyway, I can’t wait for a few months.

“This, you take it.”

Ni Lin stuffed it into Baitang’s hand again.

Nilin is the heart-protecting scale.

The reverse scale of the dragon has always been given only to the most cherished people.

It’s a pity that he didn’t pull it out by himself.

Baitang stuffed it back again, blinking: “Where should I put it?”

Cong Huai took a look at the protective heart scale, and opened a small hole with his own demon power: “Is there a cable?”

Baitang rummaged in the space, took out a piece of silk and put it on, the protective scales were shrunk by Cong Huai, the size of a fingernail.

Seeing his protective heart scales being worn around his neck by Baitang, the corners of Cong Huai’s mouth slightly raised.

“If you wear my reverse scale, you will be mine.”

“Don’t be a beast.”

“It’s not impossible to wait a few more months to be a beast.”

Cong Huai accepted it well. Smiling faces followed beside him.

Before, I lost my mind, entangled and entangled. Missed a month.

Baitang emphasized again: “You are you, I am me, I am not your appendage.”

Cong Huai smiled: “Of course. You are an independent individual. I made a mistake just now.”

Baitang puts her hands behind her back, and walks on a rare occasion when she didn’t walk so seriously, she jumped a little bit, showing her brisk mood.

Cong Huai followed behind him step by step.

She doesn’t like that weapon spirit, that weapon spirit must be very special to her.

Song Futing read the news and found him. Seeing the good mood that his master saw with his naked eyes, he felt even better.

“Master, those three people are very strange.”

He still remembers about Si Kou Ziming, Si Kou Yinmo, and Yu Sangyue.

Bai Tang stretched out his hand and grabbed Cong Huai: “You all come with me.”

Baitang came over with a jar of water and began to cast spells. With another raise of his hand, the water floated up from the jar, forming a water mirror in the air. The picture in the water mirror is obviously Yu Sangyue’s.

Cong Huai only glanced at it before making a conclusion: “This woman won’t live for a few years.”

Song Futing: “How to explain?”

Cong Huai sneered: “If you lose both blood and life, what can you live for?”

Baitang: “Her fate is gradually being deprived, and there is still a sorcery on her body – life for life. To perform this sorcery, she must be voluntary.”

Song Futing thought about what he saw: “The two parties should be Si Kou and his son.”

Exchange lives for lives.

What a silly girl…

Yu Sangyue in the water mirror drank wine glass by glass, with sad eyes and tears, until she fell drunk on the ground.

The door of the room was pushed open, and the groom, who shouldn’t be here, appeared here.

He slowly wiped away the tears on Yu Sangyue’s face. Put Yu Sangyue gently on the bed, covered the quilt, took a deep look, and left slowly.

Song Futing sighed: “It’s a pity.”

(end of this chapter)