Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

Song Qingyou slowly reached her blood-stained hand towards the vortex.

Without warning, his body was pulled into the vortex by a powerful force.

My mind went blank for a moment, then I felt waves of heat in my body, and I ended up in a dark place.

She braced herself on the ground with both hands, not yet raising her head to see where she was.

They were suppressed by a kind of pressure, unable to lift their heads.

"You're not the person I'm looking for?"

An angry voice echoed from the deep, dark sky.

Song Qingyou was so overwhelmed by that oppressive aura that she couldn't lift her head, but she was clear-headed in her heart.

This voice came from the dragon in the space, and it was because of this dragon that Long Aotian was finally able to stand on the top of the clouds.

"So what if it isn't, and so what if it is?"

Song Qingyou felt unbearable pain with every breath, but she still insisted on persevering.

In short, she opened this space, and this is her. If you kill her, this space will explode.

This dragon has wishes and grievances. It is a dragon god trapped in this small space, waiting for the destined person, Long Aotian.

But he would never get to see it.

"No, no!"

The dragon's voice gradually changed from anger to helplessness.

"What others can help you with, I can help you with as well."

Song Qingyou lowered her head and uttered this firm statement.

The dragon ignored her and just kept sighing.

With its sigh, Song Qingyou felt herself being crushed and about to collapse, and the suffocating feeling grew stronger and stronger.

If we don't appease this dragon, forget about getting medicine to save people; even getting out of here will be a big problem for us.

She had a sudden inspiration and said in a disdainful tone, "With your kind of mentality, it's no wonder you're trapped in a place like this."

"What did you say?"

The dragon, already lowly and insignificant, became even more enraged upon hearing Song Qingyou's disdainful words.

Although it was imprisoned here, killing her would be as easy as turning its head.

He instantly felt a murderous intent.

Song Qingyou also sensed the ominous feeling emanating from it.

"I can break the seal on this ring with my blood, why don't you trust me?"

Song Qingyou asked again.

"Your blood?"

Only then did Long notice Song Qingyou's still-bleeding fingers, and he fell into deep thought.

When she was trapped, she had already calculated that a man with the same dragon vein would help her.

"Are you a dragon?"

"Dragon asked in a deep voice," he said, still tinged with displeasure, but it was a much better tone than before.

"I am the eldest princess."

As Song Qingyou spoke, she slightly raised her head and looked regally into the darkness in the distance.

The dragon seemed to gradually accept it, and the oppressive aura it was releasing was much less, allowing it to raise its head.

"Your Highness, the Dragon Vein!"

Long fell into deep thought once again, wondering if he had really miscalculated back then.

The girl who came in can break the seal and enter. Is she a member of the royal family, a descendant of the true dragon emperor?

"I'll trust you for now, but if it doesn't work out, hmph—"

Left with no other choice, Long had to compromise. But in the end, he snorted, which made Song Qingyou feel a sweet taste in her throat, and she almost spat out a mouthful of blood.