Dragon King weapon

The night is clear and fresh, the moon is set in the sky, and the plum blossoms in the brocade tent beside the dragon bed are in full bloom.

Rong Qianji went into the Longchi to take a bath, wearing a bathing robe, and entered the room barefoot, covered in moisture.

He found that scales had gradually begun to grow on the ankles, one by one, they were close together, shining golden.

Just now he accidentally touched the corner in the bathroom, the pain caused him to bite his lip, and now his lip color is very bright red, looking at it in the bronze mirror, his complexion seems a little better than before.

He took another breath, pulled two pieces of cloud and mist onto his cheeks, and slowly rubbed them away.

Suddenly a low moan came from his ear, and when he turned around, it was the white tiger again.

Walking slowly into the room, obediently lying on the ground, looking at him with tiger eyes hanging.

Rong Qianji held a little cloud again and pushed it to the side of the white tiger's claws, who knew that this beast didn't understand, so he swung his claws vigorously, and it was smashed to pieces.

The moment the tiger's claw was raised, Rong Qianji saw a new blood hole on his claw, as if he had been stabbed by some sharp object.

Rong Qianji got the guts out of nowhere, and caught the tiger's claw.

After looking at it for a while, he sat down slowly, touched his ankle with his fingertips, and twisted the edges of the scales.

He tore off a piece violently, and quickly pasted the dragon scale to the blood hole on the white tiger's front paw.

With a flash of divine light, the wound seemed to have never existed, and the beast's claws became intact.

Rong Qianji's face turned pale from the pain, and before he could speak, the white tiger suddenly howled and his eyes were red!

All the servants guarding outside the hall had never seen the white tiger sneaking in, but they were all startled by the roar of the king's tiger.

Everyone in the three realms knows that the great general was originally a tiger, and belonged to the lineage of the White Tiger, the God of the Supreme Being, and now he is in the bed of the Little Dragon King...

Sturgeon brushed his damp ears and hair, and the corners of his lips trembled slightly.

A heart was beating extremely fast, this is, this is... I don't know if the little dragon king can bear it.

Rong Qianji quickly hugged the furious beast's head, not at all afraid that the white tiger would bite off his arm.

He Rong Qianji, the only lineage of the Immortal Emperor, has very few branches and leaves, and his close relatives have reincarnated in the human world before breaking into the Heavenly Palace, and he is the only one suffering in the Heavenly Palace.

He is no longer afraid of death.

He tore off three pieces of dragon scales on the ankle, and the remaining two pieces were all pasted on the crack between the eyebrows and the tip of the white tiger's nose.

The dragon scales had a miraculous effect, and the white tiger instantly returned to its previous appearance before it was torn apart. It was the familiar appearance that Rong Qianji had seen thousands of times in his dreams when he was young.

It bent down, inch by inch, licking Rong Qianji's ankle with its rough and warm tongue.

The little dragon king burst into tears.

Tears fell into the corners of his lips and turned into Dan in his mouth.

Sweet, not much use.

I vaguely remember that when he was seven or eight years old, he would coax him whenever he cried.

The little gods were probably immature in mind, Rong Qianji drew out the sweet pill into his palm with the tip of his tongue, and asked Zhongjuan if he wanted to taste it with an innocent face.

Chong Duan kissed his hand while talking.

I want to eat something sweet, but I don't want to see you cry.