After taking a deep breath, Frelljord slowly raised his hand and placed it on a thick layer of barriers between the inner and outer cities, which looked a little dark.
It is a way of identification. In fact, only a few giant dragons have the right to enter the inner city. It can be seen from this that the silver scale that has lived for thousands of years and has even broken the life limit of the giant dragon.
The dragon was indeed hit hard, and the whole dragon became autistic, which is why Frelljord didn't want to come here without any trouble, whether it was his great-great-grandfather or this fundamental
He felt very uncomfortable when he couldn't get in the dark and dilapidated city.
Freljode must have certain wisdom to be the leader of the Dragon Clan. For example, he can be sure that things were definitely not that simple, otherwise his great-great-grandfather would not have suddenly let go of Yinyue City.
The weak momentum of Yuecheng and the decline of the Dragon Clan were half because of the most powerful curse that could be regarded as the Faren world, and the other half was the inaction of his great-great-grandfather.
Of course, he just thought about these questions. The strength of the dragon is calculated based on age. No one knows how powerful his great-great-grandfather has already surpassed the limit of the dragon's life. He seems to be immortal.
Moreover, even if he has the ability to punish his grandfather, it has no meaning. He should do his best to save it.
After kicking a piece of gravel under his feet aside at random, Freljord came to the former Silver Moon Palace, a long, long time ago. His great-great-grandfather and the wandering elf named Ellasjo
He knew very well that although the palace outside was already ruined, the inside had been renovated. Of course, all this was not done by his great-great-grandfather who lived here and would hardly leave. Since he chose
Living here proves that he doesn't care about the destruction here. In fact, everything in the palace was made by his great-great-grandmother, the same female silver-scaled dragon that had lived for a long time. This was also his great-great-grandfather later.
A giant dragon he married.
"Why are you here?" As soon as he walked into the door of the palace, Freljode didn't even knock on the door. The decaying wooden door carved with some pattern opened itself, from a very far and wide depth.
A voice with an old and decadent voice came. "I'm in the study."
"Yes, great-great-grandfather," Freljord respectfully closed the door and walked towards the study he remembered. Although it was still a bit dilapidated. But it was clean and tidy. Obviously, his great-great-grandmother should have been
I cleaned the place frequently, but most of the time, his great-great-great-grandmother was harder to see than his great-great-grandfather.
"I've met my great-great-grandfather."
"Well," the Dragon Ancestor, sitting on a wooden chair that may be older than Frell Zode, nodded slightly, and his beard, which was almost as long as his chest, swung a few times, and then
He gently put down the book in his hand, and the light was shining, and his mottled fingers and the old man spots on the back of his hand could be vaguely seen. "What's the matter?"
"It's like this, great-great-grandfather," Frelljord bowed slightly, and told the old man in front of him a few words about what had happened before and all his speculations about it,"
I believe no one in this world dares to pretend to be a true God's elect, especially because he has such a powerful force, so I think..."
"What do you think?" Suddenly, the voice of a third person sounded in the quiet study. It was a woman, obviously, her great-great-grandmother. However, although she was about the same age as his great-great-grandfather, she was a huge man.
The dragon's voice is indeed so sweet, and its appearance is exactly the same as a normal young dragon. Obviously, no woman can stand her aging. If she has the chance, she will definitely spend a lot of money to ensure her appearance.
The female dragon with a plate with two drinks on it walked in, "Come on, sit down first, your great-great-grandfather doesn't know how to be polite, but you don't have to do this yourself."
"It's okay, great-great-grandmother," Freljord, who took the cup, sat on the sofa beside him, "I want him to meet with his great-great-grandfather. If this is really feasible, it's our dragon clan who gets rid of this
The opportunity to curse, even if it fails, we will not lose much."
"Ulysses, what do you think?" Putting another drink in front of the old man, the beautiful female dragon walked behind him and gently rubbed his shoulders, "Do you want it?"
Try it?"
"Um~~" After a long time, the old man called Ulysses sighed slightly, "Our dragon clan has today, half because of Elastra's curse, but more importantly, the reason why the woman's curse was
It can be the rule of the world. The only explanation is that it conforms to the will of the world tree. The innate advantages of our dragon clan are too strong. All the strong men in the first column of the human world are probably not as many as our dragon clans now. You can imagine it.
If no one restricted the fertility of our dragon clan, what would this world become?"
"So, do you mean to reject him?" Freljord was not stupid. He had thought about this question, but as the patriarch, he had to do some things even if he couldn't do them. This is the responsibility, but when he
After his great-great-great-grandfather expressed his intention to refuse, he couldn't hold on. He could only retreat and explore his great-great-grandfather's words. If there was room for anything, he would try to work hard. If not,
He had to send Don Quixote away, after all, he still knew his great-great-grandfather's temper very well.
"No, why refuse," Ulysses raised his head, "As he said, she can always curse our dragon clan, even if she is integrated into the rules of the world, she must have left her remnant soul,
After so many years, if I had that opportunity, I would have wanted to see her."
"What do you do when you see her?" Hearing this, the woman standing behind Ulysses's hand shook obviously, and even her tone became a little cold, "Isn't she miserable enough for our dragon clan?
?”
"I want to see you, so there are naturally reasons why I want to see you." Ulysses' tone was still calm, and he had no intention of coaxing this woman at all, and he also felt that a big man had the idea.
"Hmph!" After gently patting Ulysses' shoulder, the female dragon left the study directly. In a sense, it was also a irritable dragon, "You will die in prison for the rest of your life.
Let's go here!"
The woman roared in anger from the corridor. Obviously, she knew very well that the man she loved was unkempt, did not maintain her body's youth, and even refused to leave this ruined city for the rest of her life. Everything was
It was because he had never forgotten that woman, and the only reason that allowed her to stick here. It seemed that it was because he had given birth to a child with him. After the curse, this proved that he still loved her.
"Huh~" Ulysses blew the steaming cup and took a small sip of the drink. It seemed that he didn't care too much about the angry woman. Or it was just like the woman thought. From various meanings
In the above, she is just a substitute, "Find a time to arrange for me to meet him. I really have Elaszhuo's relics, but it's a bit difficult to take them out, so be careful
, it would be better for me to see him first."
"Yes, great-great-grandfather. Where is that grandmother..."
"I don't have to pay attention, I will deal with it myself. You can go back first."
"Yes, grandfather."
......
"It seems that my great-great-grandfather is still in love," Freljord couldn't help but mutter a few words on his way back. It was obvious that he could see the cursed dragon clan again.
After the woman, he obviously felt that his grandfather, who was unable to get excited about anything, seemed to suddenly feel energetic.
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"It's worthy of being a dragon," Frelljode sighed that his great-great-grandfather had not yet fallen in love, but Don Quixote was lamenting the strength of the dragon's body. When Don Quixote passed by Don Quixote, he was almost like the earth.
After a detailed examination on the MRI, Don Quixote had roughly understood the body structure of the dragon. In this regard, he could only use one word to describe the body of this creature, that is, 'perfect'!
Whether it is its external appearance or its internal organs, Don Quixote cannot find even a slight problem. The powerful life force makes their bodies not even a trace of impurities. Use Charia Donghai.
In other words, the dragons in the Feren world are innate bodies until they die, and they are not polluted by the slightest world. If you have to say that they are imperfect, that is, the aging factor forced by the Father God, and even the power of life cannot be
Blocking aging.
After a while, Don Quixote did not forget his purpose. After some examination, Don Quixote had given up his previous plan, which was to surgically remove Shirley's ovary to inhibit the secretion of estrogen.
This prevents her daughter from having an impulse to have sex. Although Don Quixote doesn't mind that his daughter has many men like him, he minds that his daughter is like a dissatisfied young woman. She wants to see any male creature.
Let’s go, but unfortunately, the body of the dragon clan has the most perfect self-repair ability in the world. It is obviously meaningless to remove the ovaries!
However, Don Quixote is not in a hurry. Sherry is still far away from her birth. He has enough time to find other ways to allow Sherry to independently inhibit the hormones in the blood. As long as this dragon is used as an experiment
Body, thinking of this, he gently patted Gratis, who seemed to be asleep, "Now you can change back, I'll check your human body again."
"......" Although Gratis didn't say anything, a trace of helplessness appeared in his huge rock-like eyes. What kind of master is this? He actually has such a sexy woman as he is.
She had no interest at all. As a giant dragon, she could not bear it if she had not had sex for a day. It can be imagined that if this man had always been like this in the future, she would have been worse than death.
"Master," thought of this, Gratis, who had turned back into a human body, knelt on the ground, "Maybe you don't understand, but as a giant dragon, my desire for the opposite sex is so strong that I can't control myself, if you can't
To satisfy me, I don't make sure I will do anything under the command of **. Even if you have your magical prohibition to limit me, but when I lose my mind, I can't control myself."
"What about that?" Don Quixote squatted beside Gratis, letting her lie flat on the blanket, and then put one hand on her lower abdomen, accompanied by a flow of psychic energy. Gratis
Si felt that her **t seemed to disappear without a trace, and she seemed to have a feeling of breaking out of the mud, but soon, when this slight spiritual energy disappeared, she was again
Sinking into the whirlpool of **, and it was even more violent than before, just like a person who had just walked out of the sauna and had breathed a few breaths, was thrown into the sauna again, which would only become more stuffy! "Master
"This..." Don Quixote narrowed his eyes slightly. His helpless psychic energy that he could only maintain the dragon's rationality in real time. In other words, he wanted to keep Gratis alive forever.
Reasonable, he had to deliver her psychic energy to the gas station without interruption, and once the delivery stopped, the psychic energy would fall into a more chaotic state under the wrapping of the thick hormones. For example, now, Gladith has already
Instinctively wanted to tear off Don Quixote's clothes.
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