While Jiao Tu was crying, he patted Daodao's back with his two front paws... The feeling was really heart-pounding, like a parent finding a long-lost child...
"Ah--" I heard Daodao scream and fainted.
It turned out that Jiao Tu didn't know he was injured, and its claws hit his wound right away. In terms of dragons, the force was not great, but for an injured knife, it would be strange if he didn't faint!
Seeing Daodao fainted, Jiaotu jumped off his body and dangled around with Daodao in his arms.
"You can't die, I just met you, and I still have a lot of secrets to tell you... Wuwuwu, you can't die..."
Yuehua can't stand the dragon's cry anymore...
"He's not dead yet, he just fainted. If you shake him like this, he's really not far away from death! What a stupid dragon!" After Yuehua finished speaking, she subconsciously put the broken horn behind her.
The hatred... is equivalent to the hatred of purification...
"What happened to him?" Jiao Tu asked.
Yuehua and Daiyuan turned over Daodao's body and saw that black blood began to bleed from his back again. The poison of the giant cactus thorn recurred under the dragon's slap...
"Ah, it's poison! He was poisoned by the giant sting of Qingtian!" Jiao Tu almost screamed...
"Yes, is there an antidote? Your benefactor won't last long!" Yuehua said anxiously.
"My horn, my horn, give it to me quickly!" Jiao Tu shouted.
Yuehua took out the broken horn from behind, not knowing what it was going to do.
"Oh, you idiot, where are your eggs, where are your eggs?" Jiao Tu panicked.
"My egg, my egg...is it this?" Yuehua took out the iron egg from her arms. She didn't know if it was this one. It was obviously an iron egg. How could the attributive be omitted? It would create ambiguity.
As expected, the Chinese language of the Dragon Clan is not good, and there is no Chinese subject at all.
I saw Jiao Tu grabbing the egg, grabbing his broken horn with one claw, and smashing it. With a clanging sound, the broken horn fell into pieces...
But apart from anxiety and anxiety, there is no trace of reluctance or reluctance on its face, as if what it hit was not its own horn. Just imagine what it feels like for a man to cleanse himself...
At certain moments, what Jiao Tu did was inconceivable to humans, but they had to admire it in their hearts.
After a while, the broken horns were finally ground into powder by Jiao Tu.