One hundred and fifty-seven mouths are cheap, and the appearance of death is extremely miserable
The White Dragon is extremely powerful, and it still manages to survive the siege of two Blue Dragons.
"Roar!" White Dragon breathed out, piercing through the body of a Blue Dragon.
Very few Dragons can use breath. It seems that they need to reach a certain level before the dragon power driven by Dragon can be released from the body.
"Damn it! How can you be so strong! When did the White Dragon clan become so strong!" The only remaining Blue Dragon roared angrily, and it rushed forward and hit White Dragon with its claws.
abdomen.
Bai Dragon's eyes were instantly stained with blood red, and his sanity was almost gone!
Baidragon's breath did not stop, and all the dragon power in his body was quickly consumed, but he turned his head and swept the dragon's breath that was still spraying towards Landragon on the side!
"Damn it! You don't want your life! If you use breath like this, you... click!" A roar was finally annihilated in the terrifying breath!
The only remaining people in the entire city saw this terrible battle. This was no longer a terrible battle that ordinary people could reach. This was a game between Dragon and Dragon!
"Fuck your agreement! Since you have broken it, don't blame me for not abiding by it!" Bai Dragon roared at the sky.
Stewart stared blankly at the lifeless Dragon next to him. The white Dragon had had its neck bitten off, but its white scales were still shining.
"What the hell is going on..." Stewart looked up at the only surviving White Dragon in the sky.
At this time, Bai Dragon also looked at Stewart below, with fear and fear in his eyes.
This look... was so familiar to him. Stewart stood up and called softly: "Alice?"
Bai Dragon suddenly disappeared and turned into dots of white light, from which a girl dressed in white appeared.
"Thor..." Alice fell in front of Stewart and touched his face as if it were unreal.
"It's really you, are you back?" Alice's eyes were a little red, and her mood gradually collapsed.
"Why, why didn't you reply to my letter? I thought you would never come back." Alice touched Stewart's face with a sad expression.
Letter? Stuart was stunned. He has been writing letters to Alice during this time?
"What did you say, Alice? You didn't receive my letter?" Stewart said, grabbing Alice's shoulder.
"I don't, I don't have anything. Your whereabouts, your situation, and your news are all blank. They told me that you will never come back." Alice collapsed, her pupils gradually dimming.
Stewart felt as if he was struck by lightning. Since Alice has never received his letter, who is the person who keeps replying to him?
Stewart's body went limp and he collapsed on the ground. He understood, he understood, he had "died" as early as two years ago.
He was originally supposed to be someone who had been "dead" for two years.
"Cough...cough!" Alice suddenly covered her chest and coughed violently.
"Poof!" A mouthful of thick blood was spat out, staining Alice's snow-white dress red.
"Alice, Alice, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?" Stewart hurriedly supported the weak girl.
"Uh... ugh..." Alice was lying in Stuart's arms, and every time she tried to speak, she couldn't help but want to vomit blood.
At this moment, blood was dripping from her nose, ears, and corners of her eyes.
"Damn, what on earth is going on? Who can tell me what is going on!? Ahhh!" Stewart hugged Alice in confusion and panic. He looked around, but found that everyone was just standing there.
Watching them from the edge of the pit.
He had too many doubts and wanted answers to too many questions, but seeing Alice's appearance at this moment, all his questions turned into feeble words of comfort and concern.
"Alice, please, tell me what happened? Okay? Please, don't leave me. I miss you so much. I miss you so much. I just saw you." Stewart never felt that he would change.
Got to be so fragile.
"Thor... I'm sorry." Alice stroked the side of Stuart's face with a blood-soaked hand. His face was covered with beard, which must have been very prickly.
"Why are you apologizing? Why are you still apologizing to me?" Stuart felt extremely uncomfortable after hearing this. It was obviously him who should apologize, but why was it always not his turn and he was preempted.
"I didn't protect our memories, I didn't protect everyone, I didn't protect our children..."
"I broke Dragon's agreement, I lost our child, I even almost lost you, I..."
"I am Dragon..." The look in Alice's eyes became darker and darker.
"I know, I have always known..." He knew, he had always known, when he first saw that timid man, he tried to hide it, but all his lies were exposed.
Alice covered Stewart's mouth, a drop of blood slipped from the corner of her eye, and she heard her whisper softly: "I said before, I will tell you where my home is when you come back."
"My home...is right here."
Alice's hand slipped down and stopped just on Stewart's chest.
On that day, the youngest legendary craftsman in the empire shed tears of grief. He held the girl in his arms and did not move during the days of heavy snowfall.
It wasn't until someone in the city tried to shove him away that he picked up the girl in his arms and walked further east. He didn't stay here, nor did he choose to defect to the empire. He just planned to walk east, where he first met Ai
Liz's direction.
"It's terrible. I actually live with a terrible Dragon. It would be better if I died early to nip it in the bud." The man muttered when he saw Alice with white hair.
The man who had taken a few steps stiffly twisted his neck that had not moved for a long time and looked at him with eyes full of lifeless gray.
"Eh..." A deep sigh came, and Stewart no longer had any nostalgia. Ignorant people should just let him continue to be ignorant.
"What are you doing? With that attitude, would this city be like this if it weren't for her? It's disgusting. She is still married to Dragon. What a bad luck!" The man was glared at, obviously frightened.
But he still kept talking until Stewart's figure disappeared in the distance.
Tired of scolding, the man turned around with the rake and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, he stepped on a huge white scale. The smooth surface made it impossible for him to maintain his balance.
He lost his balance and fell down into the pit until he was nailed to a half-exposed wooden pile.
There was a burst of blood bubbles coming out of the man's mouth, and finally his eyes lost their luster. He tried to struggle, and finally passed away completely.
So, people who are mean-mouthed will die in a very miserable way.