I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 106|One hundred and six dragons

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As Jiu Qing finished speaking, the orcs and nine-tailed foxes who had been ambushing within a few miles of the Demon King's Palace rushed over in almost a moment. In the hall, the elders of the Sun-Eating Rat Clan who were originally embracing beauties and bragging crazily and The royal family also reacted quickly.

It's a pity that the assassin has already seized the opportunity. Several spiritual powers, combined with the moves intended to kill the opponent, directly smashed the demon palace that was just built not long ago into rubble.

"Quick! Protector King!" The elder anxiously avoided Aunt Hua's branches and leaves with poisonous thorns stretched out, trying to press the internal voice transmission command of the Sun-Eating Rat Clan. Unfortunately, he felt that before he could send the message, Pain in waist and abdomen.

"Poof!"

The elder slowly lowered his head and saw a delicate black rose tearing his Dantian, from which the lavender blood that belonged to the royal family flowed out.

The angry voice of the rose demon came to my ears, "Great Elder, when you massacred my entire clan, did you ever think that this day would come?"

The flowers are poisonous. It is obviously the Moten toxin sold by the Special Life Alliance. Why is it...

The great elder looked at the rose demon's happy and painful expression, as if he had seen the sea of ​​roses that he had slaughtered and eaten in order to reward his soldiers for their victory.

If I had known earlier, I should have done better.

Before he died, he remained unrepentant.

The same scene happened in every corner of the Monster Clan's capital. There were more than one or two races that were dealt a cruel blow by the Sun-Eating Rat Clan. Many weak Monster Clan were exploited and persecuted, and have been in despair. , but they have no choice.

Now, there are people leading what they want to do but cannot do.

The cowardly demon will never waste an opportunity for revenge.

——The king of the Sun-eating Rat Clan spurted out blood, and felt a dull pain in his heart. He looked at the smiling vixen in front of him with scarlet eyes, and quickly calmed down.

He was not that kind of weakling who had no strength. He reacted quickly, covered the wound with one hand, spit out most of the wine, and quickly used his spiritual power to transform back into his original form as a sun-eating rat. Escape quickly.

However, the moment he used his spiritual power, he felt that the spiritual power in his Dantian, which was about to break through to the late sixth level, seemed to be detonated in an instant. The fragile demon pill cracked and the surging spiritual power became The chaos almost instantly burst most of his originally tough meridians.

He can no longer transform back into his monster form.

"Fuck." The Sun-Eating Rat cursed in a low voice, "Motvine Toxin!"

"You are quite discerning."

One drop of Moten Toxin can **** a fifth-level strongman, and three drops can cause a spiritual riot in a sixth-level strongman.

The Special Life Alliance produces one drop every hundred years, and this time it gave them five drops.

Jiu Qing was not ready to talk nonsense with him. His nine tails changed from fluffy to hard, and his hands turned into sharp claws. The corners of his eyes were bright red, and his lips were raised, "For my nine-tailed fox clan, Die!"

Just when the claws were about to scratch the Sun-Eating Rat's head, Jiu Qing saw the glint of success in his eyes.

"It's not a loss if you self-destruct under the Moten poison." The Sun-devouring Rat smiled ferociously, its body expanded rapidly, and its spiritual power swept across it, knocking almost everyone to the ground.

Not good!

Jiu Qing's pupils tightened and he shouted, "Retreat!"

Less than three breaths after she finished speaking, a powerful explosion carried a shock wave so strong that it was almost silent. A lavender blood mist exploded, and the demon palace was completely shattered into powder.

……

After a while:

"...cough." An arm covered in lavender and red blood stretched out from under the ruins of the palace. Jiu Qing crawled out in embarrassment. His clothes were in pieces and he just took something out of the Qiankun bag. One piece struck him.

She took a few sips and spit out all the blood clots and dirt in her mouth. There were several blood scars on her fair face. The most horrifying thing was that only the nine tails that were originally dancing behind her were left. Seven.

"It hurts so much." Jiu Qing whispered, her spiritual power circulated around her body, and she flew into the air. Her pupils turned deep purple, holding her spiritual power with both hands, Jiu Qing gritted her teeth, and single-handedly destroyed everything All the gravel was lifted up.

Uncle Chen and Aunt Hua also recovered quickly and helped rescue the injured people.

After cleaning up almost the entire place, Uncle Chen still didn't see Uncle Zong's shadow. He frowned tightly and looked at Aunt Hua aside with questioning eyes.

"Don't worry, it's okay." Aunt Hua was also very anxious. The two of them searched for a while before finally finding Uncle Zong covered in blood in a corner.

He was still conscious, but unable to speak, surrounded by the corpses of sun-eating rats.

Uncle Chen made a quick investigation and breathed a sigh of relief after discovering that he was only seriously injured and not seriously injured.

Uncle Zong reacted quickly. When the aftermath of the self-destruction hit him, he quickly hid behind a royal sun-eating rat. He avoided most of the impact, but the rest was enough for him to drink a pot.

He looked at him and asked about the result, and received Uncle Chen's inevitable but solemn answer, "The plan was overall successful, but the estimate of the strength of the Sun-Eating Rat King was still a little low, which caused a lot of losses."

Jiu Qing also walked in exhausted, "Who knew he could still be alive and kicking after being poisoned by two drops of Moten poison?"

She was very sarcastic, "Not to mention that there are still most of the weak royal Sun-Eating Rats in the palace. When he is about to die, he will not even care about the future of the Sun-Eating Rats in order to take revenge."

Uncle Chen helped Uncle Zong up, "In his eyes, only he is the most important."

"Nine Qings." Aunt Hua glanced at the many broken remains of the flower demons on the ground, "Quickly write and pass the news to the Special Life Alliance to deal with the remaining party as soon as possible."

Uncle Zong said in a hoarse voice like a broken bellows, "Wanwan."

Uncle Chen hit him on the head and said, "I know."

One day, when things stabilize here, they will be able to help Mu Wanwan.

Uncle Zong coughed, and the animal patterns on his face became a little dim. After hearing his assurance, he reluctantly closed his sandy eyes. To him, Mu Wanwan was a benefactor and like a daughter. exist.

He has no ability, he can only do this.

I hope the Dragon Clan and the Witch Clan will move slower and give his beloved descendants more time.

——Mu Wanwan, who was missed, has not yet recovered from the violent tremors in the sea of ​​consciousness.

A feeling that was several times stronger than the previous connection with her consciousness shocked her. When the dragon finally pulled out his consciousness and no longer wanted to express his huge emotions, her sea of ​​​​consciousness was already dizzy and turned into a paste.

The consciousness belonging to him has not dissipated yet, and it is connected to hers. It is merging bit by bit. Mu Wanwan only feels that the originally weak consciousness has rapidly expanded and become much fuller in this short and long time.

Her mental senses and her whole body felt a little weak in her hands and feet, and she could not move at all. Her back was soaked, and there was a layer of fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

"Wanwan." Maybe it's because they understand each other's thoughts, or maybe it's the first time to try such a novel use of spiritual consciousness. While gaining great inner and spiritual satisfaction, it also seems like a hazy point. She was very excited as she showed the talent of certain races, and hugged her stickyly.

"..." He was astonishingly heavy and very tall. Pressing on her, Mu Wanwan felt like she could hardly breathe. His long hair was scattered around her neck, which was very itchy.

Mu Wanwan was a little weak, "Relax, let go."

A certain dragon's hoarse and deliberately drawn-out voice came to her ears, with its hot breath, lightly touching her ear, like licking, "No."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She ducked subconsciously, and Mr. Long's lips accidentally brushed against her ears. Everyone and the dragon blushed immediately.

The two people withdrew their consciousness and couldn't see each other's red faces. Mu Wanwan only felt that the pure and obedient dragon before was gone. He struggled twice and wanted to lift his legs to escape, but accidentally touched him. Got some things that shouldn't be touched...

Mu Wanwan: "………………?!!"

Mr. Long's muscles holding her suddenly stiffened, and a broken gasp came out of his thin lips.

"Don't, don't move." Shulong didn't know what was wrong with him. He vaguely knew that this was a normal reaction. He would do this many times with his wife, but she didn't notice it.

Although he is inexperienced, he is not a dragon who knows nothing →_→

If two dragons hug each other without clothes on, there will be a baby dragon. He still knows this very well.

They still have their clothes on now, so they should be fine.

Mr. Long was almost dying of embarrassment. He fanned the wind with his ears to cool himself down, "Come on."

Mu Wanwan: "?"

Mr. Long mustered up his courage, finally raised his head and looked at her with a pair of golden eyes, "I haven't married you yet, so I can't have a baby dragon."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Didn’t the original person worship Mr. Long before? Although Mr. Long hadn't woken up at that time, she hadn't passed through yet...

Wait.

A suspicion slowly arose in her mind, and she looked at him in disbelief.

Mr. Long kissed the moist corners of her eyes and said, "That's not you."

Mu Wanwan bit her lip, "When..."

"Probably from the time when you first cultivated the spiritual plant." Mr. Long. Broken Pot, Broken Vest and Self-destructing Vest kissed her eye socket lovingly, "Such a pure soul is nothing like her."

When did she realize that she was not the "Mu Wanwan" who only cried and had no sympathy?

Mr. Long closed his eyelids thoughtfully, hiding the terrifying greed in his eyes, which he had noticed a long time ago.

"You don't mind..."

I don’t mind that she is just a lonely and helpless soul in another world, I don’t mind that she didn’t have such a halo before, I don’t mind that she has always been just an ordinary soul who loves him deeply.

"No." Mr. Long smiled, with small pear dimples on his cheeks.

She is his treasure, a unique treasure.

"So." Mr. Long pressed her lips against hers, blushing and whispered softly, "When Long comes back, we will get married. Madam, will you be willing?"

Mu Wanwan's eyes were moist, and her voice was crying, "Yes, I will marry you."

"When the dragon comes back, I will kill it. Madam, will you come with me?"

"Yeah, together."

Mr. Long chuckled and licked the seam of her lips ambiguously and boldly, "Then..."

"When the dragon comes back, Madam will give birth to a hundred little dragons for him. Madam, is she willing?"

"Well..." Mu Wanwan was stunned for a moment, holding back the tears that were about to overflow. A sour emotion filled his heart, unable to go up or down.

Da Stupid Dragon, return her emotion to her! !