Don't expect me to thank you

The night pearl illuminated the night, but hid like a naughty child.

Xiao Yaojiu had not yet woken up, and when he used his light skills to catch up, his body was also crooked, just like he wanted to fall.

"Yao'er, please wait." Zui Meng hugged her body and looked at her tilted look, so scared.

Ningluo Ningsheng: "If you are making trouble like this, will you not let you go if you believe it?"

"Hehehe" she smirked and immediately became calm.

Although the mountain road was rugged, the three of them walked on the road at the stop. After a while, a few people came to the top of the mountain.

The night pearl was sucked into it by a powerful halo.

Xiao Yao rubbed his eyes and looked at the halo in front of him.

"So beautiful."

"Yes, it's very beautiful." Zui Meng was also shocked by the wonders in front of her.

Only Ning Luo's face was expressionless.

The halo is in the shape of a dragon, just on the edge of the cliff on the top of the mountain, about six or seven meters tall. When the wind blows, the light moves slightly, like a dream and a illusion.

"Is this the Dragon Spirit?" Zui Meng asked Ning Luo.

Xiao Yao is now a drunk, and it becomes meaningless to ask her any questions.

Ning Luo nodded: "Yes, this is the real dragon spirit, it is actually the shape formed by the internal force of a miracle."

"Hehe, how can we become mine so big?" She pouted her red mouth and asked a question.

Ning Luo gave her a blank look: "Isn't it enough to gather these internal forces together?"

"Ningluo, why bother paying attention to her now? She is drunk. Let's work hard to refine the dragon spirit together." Zui Meng suggested.

Ning Luo nodded.

The strong internal force of the two people has been pressing against the dragon spirit. Both of them have forced out their greatest internal force, but they have no way to shake the dragon spirit at all.

After half a quarter of an hour, the two of them stopped, knowing that this would not result, so they couldn't help but frown.

Xiao Yao walked towards the dragon spirit happily, walked to the scene that looked like a dragon, and wanted to reach out to touch the dragon's tentacles, but he did not expect that the only thing he grabbed was the air.

"It seems that there is no way to force it to gather it together. I have to think of other ways?" Zui Meng had a little cold on her face. He had indeed had a lot of strength just now.

Ning Luo thought for a moment and turned his head: "Maybe because our internal force is different from its internal force and has different sources, so it is repelling with force."

"Then what you mean is that you have to find someone with the same internal strength as this one to condense it into a small pill?" Zui Meng frowned even deeper. This is a very troublesome thing and it is very difficult to deal with.

The cold wind blew, and the red clothes were as bright as fire: "My internal force is the internal force that is the same as the dragon spirit."

The moment Xing Sichen appeared, the top of the mountain became quiet, and the three of them looked at this man whose face made the spring flowers and autumn moon become nothing.

"Xing Sichen, why are you here?" Ning Luo's face collapsed, and a cold chill came from all directions.

This man, he did not allow anyone to underestimate him, nor did he allow anyone to appear in front of him when he did not want to see this man. The murderous intent in his eyes became strong.

"I'll give my Yao'er a gift. Is there any problem?" Xing Si Chendan's eyes slightly rippled, and he turned his head to look at the drunk woman next to him with red cheeks.

Under such gaze, Xiao Yao's alcohol was half gone: "I don't want anything you gave me."

Passing past him, wanting to return to Zui Meng and the others.

Xing Sichen suddenly grabbed his wrist and refused to let her leave: "Yao'er, what you want after all your hardships is placed in front of you. Can you leave if you don't get it?"

"Let go!" She looked up, starry and moon-like eyes staring into his eyes, without any fear.

Zui Meng couldn't help but let out a jade flute in her hand, and the sound of the sound turned the air around it into a sharp blade and attacked Xing Sichen.

Xing Sichen tilted his head, flexibly avoiding his body, and said evilly: "Only I can let the dragon spirit gather together. I advise you to be quieter, otherwise my internal strength will be damaged and you will be wasted all your previous efforts."

"No matter you, even if you die, we can still think of other ways to get the Dragon Spirit."

Zui Meng felt uncomfortable when she saw Xiao Yao's hand being pulled by him, and she wanted him to die.

Ning Luo pressed his hand on the jade flute of Zui Meng, indicating that he should not act rashly: "Stop blowing, let him try."

The mountain wind blew the hair of several people and danced together.

"Yao'er, I can give you whatever you want." Xing Sichen closed his eyes slightly, and a heat came out from the top of his head, and at the same time, the heat was rising.

Xiao Yao pulled out his hand and did not stop him from doing it. He just wrapped his hands around and said coldly: "I accept you to help me, but I will never forgive you. With this dragon spirit, I can improve my skills, and only in this way can I kill you with my own hands."

She breathed like an orchid in his ear.

Xing Sichen is now focusing on gathering the dragon spirit together, unable to distract himself. When he heard her words, his qi and blood were not smooth, and he almost died directly by internal force. Fortunately, he was highly skilled and suppressed, otherwise the consequences would be really unimaginable.

The dragon-shaped aura of six or seven meters gradually became smaller and smaller, and finally became the size of a bead.

Danfeng's eyes suddenly opened, and he reached out to catch the Dragon Spirit Pearl: "Yao'er, eat it! After eating, let me use my internal strength to help you regulate your breathing."

Xiao Yao was not polite, but the Lingzhu swallowed it into his stomach in one mouthful: "Don't expect me to say thank you."

Xing Sichen, aren’t you no longer love me? Isn’t you no longer have me in your heart? Why are you still so kind to me? Is it worth it? No, it’s not worth it or not, you are just atonement, or another conquest.

Sit cross-legged.

Xing Sichen strongly supported his body and continuously input internal energy into Xiao Yao's body.

Her body seemed to have obtained countless treasures at once, full of endless energy.

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood spit out of his mouth, with bright red blood hanging on the corner of his mouth, as enchanting as a flower on the other side.

Xiao Yao immediately turned his head, and showed a worried expression on his face, but disappeared in an instant: "Why, do you want to pretend to be pitiful now? Don't worry, I won't feel guilty for you."

She stood up and turned her back to him.

His eyes were always on her, firm and persistent.
Chapter completed!