Sea of ​​ice.

The roar of the roar finally disappeared.

Before the spring plow slowly came to the tide cage, he carried his hands on his back and looked at the man who had only one breath in front of him.

The climate of the ice sea in the past few days is extremely harsh.

For the fourth-level extraordinary person with a domain, this is nothing, it’s just that the red dragon is trapped in the authority of [Tidal]. After the last tragic battle, he didn’t even have the strength to open the domain.

After several consecutive days, the storm swept through Honglong's body and all the wounds were torn apart.

"Red Dragon, tell you good news."

The Chunli Saint smiled and said, "The ancient Chinese Society has agreed to all the requirements of the Holy City... It's really surprising. I thought they had given up on you."

“…”

The broken hair was wet by the sea and fell down, covering the red dragon's face.

He raised his head and looked at the Spring Plow Saint in front of him.

"Let them go."

The red dragon's voice was hoarse.

"Let them go?"

The Chunpian Saint seemed to hear a funny joke. He looked at the red dragon jokingly and asked with a smile: "Are you begging me? Are you qualified to beg me?"

The red dragon was silent for a few seconds again.

He lowered his head and said softly, "I'm not begging you."

The saint of Spring Plough frowned, a little confused.

"I know that the entire waters of Yuanting Island... belong to you."

The red dragon laughed in a low voice, and he even used a respectful word: "So you see everything that happened here, and you also hear every word and every word I talk to Chunli."

He seemed to be talking to himself.

but……

This is not a rascal.

The saint of Chunli knew that the Red Dragon said nothing, and that this entire sea area belonged to the Lord of the Gods.

The god-zodiac adults do not need to show up.

[Tidal] You can listen to the sound of all things in this sea area.

The expression of the Spring Plough Saint became gloomy. Red Dragon wanted to bypass him and talk directly to the Lord God’s zodiac?

What are you thinking about!

How could a lord of the gods take care of a prisoner?

However, the next moment, countless winds and waves swept across the water, as if responding to the whisper of the red dragon. The broken ripples surged on the sea, and the face of the Spring Plow Saint suddenly became solemn.

"Sir God!"

The saint of Chunli said in a deep voice: "I can handle this matter properly, and you don't need to work hard on yourself..."

"I don't care about my ending."

The red dragon raised his head and looked at the tides flying around him. He suddenly asked, "I can die, die in the Middle City, die in the ice sea, die anywhere... But if I am destined to die, why not let me die more valuable?"

The saint of Spring Plough was stunned.

"I want to meet you in person."

The red dragon raised his cheek and grinned, revealing blood stains on his face, and said, "As the identity of the first god envoy of the Tower of Source in the past."

The words have come to this point.

The Spring Plow Saint wanted to interrupt him, but he had no way to speak.

"You retreat."

Above the sea, a plain explanation came from the Storm God's tone.

The saint of Chunli looked complicated and could only bow his head obediently, gritted his teeth and said, "It's... sir."

He was one person below Nanzhou and one above ten thousand people.

But some things are not something he can decide after all.

The Storm God asked him to leave, but he had to leave.

After bowing, the Spring Plough Saint did not hesitate at all. He stepped on the sea tide and fled far away.

"Crazy..."

In front of the water cage, a figure rose up from the ground, his feet against the sea and swayed with the waves.

The Storm God said lightly: "Do you want to see me? Now you see me."

The red dragon smiled.

He stretched out a palm and wiped the blood stains on his cheeks.

He knew that the Storm God was always paying attention to him...

No matter how you fight against Chunli, you will be destined to lose.

Even if he really sacrifices his life, it doesn't make sense.

Because once an accident occurs, the Storm God will take action, and he is the only king in this sea area.

But even so.

The Red Dragon still chose to fight with the Spring Plough Saint like a mad dog. He didn't care about defeat. What he wanted... was the attitude of the Storm God. Now he saw that he had all his trump cards, but he was still suppressed by the Spring Plough Saint with the power of his origin. With the Spring Plough Saint's hatred of the ancient literary society, he would definitely not leave him to live.

But the saint of Spring Plough did not kill himself.

Don't kill.

This is the attitude of the storm.

On the one hand, we must keep the red dragon and make bargaining chips for trading...

On the other hand, Red Dragon speculated that Storm God should really not want to kill himself.

He has no evidence, only guess.

As the first god envoy of the Source Tower, I am talented and strong enough.

The most important thing is to be familiar with Zhongzhou intelligence!

If such a person can stay under his command, it will definitely be better than killing him.

"I want to live."

The Red Dragon took a deep breath and spoke word by word.

No more words.

Live.

This is human instinct and an important creed that ranks first in the extraordinary world.

No one wants to die, and the Red Dragon is no exception.

"You're just cargo."

The Storm God said lightly: "Whether you can live in the end depends on who will buy you."

If it is Zhongzhou to reach a deal.

So... Judging from the Red Dragon's behavior of betraying the Source Tower, it is difficult for him to survive.

"You are right."

Honglong still didn't forget to use the respectful words. He laughed hard and said, "But isn't it up to you to decide whether I am a goods? If I'm not wrong, even if you get the 'chips', you don't plan to just put me back, right?"

"ha……"

A meaningful smile appeared on the face of the Storm God.

He smiled rare.

"You are indeed a smart person."

Fengshang said softly: "I am not going to let you go. Neither Zhongzhou nor Guwenhui will get you..."

In his plan.

The Red Dragon is going to leave Nanzhou with the Storm.

The reason is very simple.

The Holy City has withered and the Storm is very big. This migration can take away more than 10,000 people, and more than enough to bring the core members of the church.

But no one knows what will happen on the wandering journey of [Old World].

For the Storm God, the more powerful people under his command, the better.

He can't do anything by himself.

A saint of spring plow is obviously not enough!

So the Storm God is ready to suppress the Red Dragon first, then take it to the Storm, slowly assimilate it and inspire it, and try to see if the Red Dragon can be transformed into its own believers.

Nowadays, it seems that this matter is not as troublesome as expected.

"I can probably guess what you are going to do..."

The red dragon lowered his eyes and said slowly, "When I was garrisoning on Yuanting Island, I discovered some suspicion. The Storm Church seemed to be not interested in the wars in the five continents. I guess you should be planning to leave here."

The explosion of the ruins of the ice sea.

The intention is still somewhat obvious.
To be continued...