The Inverted Dragon’s Scale

“Are you a dragon? ”

A stone shook a thousand waves.

Wow!

All the diners in the inn were shocked by the phrase, and all eyes shifted to the man in the grey robe.

Someone else stood up silently and approached the young man in the black robe, trying to get closer to him.

If they do, they can also take the lead and grab a favorable point of attack.

The black robe teenager paused his hand holding the chopsticks and the picked noodles slipped back into the bowl.

“What did you say?” The man kept his head down and asked.

“Are you a dragon?” The nerd stared dead in the eyes at the black robe teenager and sighed and drank: “Tong Tianzhu is made of benthic spiral, which can sense the smell of all the gods and beasts in Tiandi Shenzhou. Moreover, this spiral is immersed in dragon blood for 9981 days. It is extremely sensitive to dragon blood. It can patrol the sky for generations to find the world's evil dragon. Since entering this inn, it has been whirring in my arms. Indicates that it feels an unusual air engine. ”

“I poured my own blood into the spiral, and it searched right around, and then I was attracted to the dragon from your body, and it stayed on top of you for a long time."

At a glance at the sky spinning, the silver glow gave the black robe teenager the all-terrain conch that was tightly wrapped around it, the killing machine appeared in his eyes, and said violently: “If you are not a dragon, why does the all-terrain conch stay above your head? Why does the silver glow only cover your body? With so many people in the inn, why hasn't anyone been warned by the silver light of the conch? ”

“You ask me, how do I know?” The black robe teenager put the chopsticks gently on the table and said helplessly.

“Let's take a look at your black robe.” The great sword behind Qin Han buzzed, expressing his desire for blood.

“Look at your face? Or the body?” The black robe teenager asked.

“What?”

“Do you want me to lift the black robe, or do you want me to lift my face, or do you want me to lift my body?” The black robe teenager said helplessly.

Pfft.

Wen Weiqiao laughed and shook with a trembling smile. He shook his chest with a snowy smile and said: "This is not a dragon. How can there be such a lovely dragon in the world? If he were a dragon, I wouldn't slaughter him. I raised him. ”

“Weak, humble.” Qin Han hurriedly stopped drinking, avoiding Wen Weiwei's words to commit all kinds of anger.

“What am I talking about? That's what I thought.” Wen weakly giggled. “What an interesting man. ”

A pair of peach blossom eyes stared at the black robe teenager and said: "Look up first. It's nice up there, just look down there. ”

“Weak" Qin Han had a rough red neck and an impulse to vomit blood three liters. Why is this woman getting so big and crazy?

“Third Brother, weakness is this way, don't be angry with her.” The slaughterhouse persuaded him beside.

"Take off the cape and we'll see what you look like. See if you're that black dragon. ”

“I was trying to hide my worldly beauty, but you were reluctant to let me.” The black robe teenager sighed softly.

“Shameless.” Wen Wei smiled more happily, looking at the black robe teenager's eyes as tender as water.

“Uncover it. What are you doing with all that crap? ”

“Yes, you must be ugly like that, Grandpa. I call it ghostly. Maybe I'm even uglier than Grandpa.”

Everybody's on alert, and somebody's pulling out the weapon.

As soon as the young man in the black robe moved slightly, they attacked and cut him off.

The magic of the conch is clear to them, and it is arguably the most powerful magic tool in the search for the beast.

The conch roared for no reason, and after a lap in the inn, it eventually landed on the head of the black robe teenager. Besides, the black robe teenager looked like a dragon, okay?

If you were a normal person, who would be so blindfolded?

The black robe teenager shook his head gently, lifted the white arm and lifted the cape from his head with two slim and powerful fingers.

Psst.

It's like the sun breaking through the haze, like the cherry blossoms in the middle of the day, like the lonely woods with birds coming.

Have you ever heard of a man whose face brightens up a gloomy sky? Have you ever seen the face of a man who can fall into the sky?

Not to mention a man.

“Grunting."

This is the sound of countless people swallowing their breath.

And it was a bunch of men swallowing drool.

“How could there be such a beautiful man? ”

Instead, the weak one who says' look good up there and look down there 'is more calm and tolerant.

She glanced at the young man in the black robe, no, at the unbelievably beautiful white man, and blinked, uncertainly, and said, "Isn't this wonderful? Why are you so beautiful? ”

“Probably because my parents look good.” The man's mouth was softened and he laughed with a sloppy smile.

“Who are you?” Wen Weiwei was very fond of this young man and asked with a smile.

“Hunter. ”

“Hunting for what? ”

“Dragon hunting. ”

“You hunt dragons, too? ”

“Who doesn't want to be a dragon slayer? ”

“Exactly.” Wen weakly nodded. “Even daughters like me want to slaughter dragons to become celebrity dragonslaughter heroes, let alone ambitious men like you? ”

Jun Mei arched his hand and said: “I also asked Miss Wen to take care of me. ”

“Miss Wen.” Wen weak and weak again giggled and said: “My mother is old, no one has called me Miss Wen for many years. But that's what you call it, I like it. ”

“As long as Miss Wen likes it.” The black robe boy said with a smile.

“What's your name, little brother? ”

“Yan Xiangma. ”

“Yan Xiangma?” The name is chewed in the mouths of the people.

“Yan Xiangma? Never heard of it.” Wen weakly shook his head, but his eyes spared a thought to gauge the eyes of this beautiful man in front of him. A man can tell from his eyes if he's lying.

However, Wen Wen weak looked at her and her face became red and her breathing was rushed, because these eyes were so beautiful.

At first glance, drowning in it, difficult to pull out.

“It's only natural that Miss Wen has never heard of one of the little characters. ”

“Son of a bitch is so faceless, it doesn't make sense to ignore it.” Wen weak questioned.

“It's too good-looking and sometimes a burden. Samaritan has been dragged by this face, and it's always easy to ignore your efforts, and then stare at your face and say that you're born with a good skinny face that's perfect for eating on your face."

“Wouldn't that be nice? It's only if you look good that you can be a little white face. If you don't look good, you just want to do it to make people look good, and you don't have a chance. ”

“Weak” Qin Han called out. "He could be a dragon," he said, pointing to the all-out conch on the head of a black robe teenager. What are you doing talking so much to a dragon? ”

He was afraid that if he did not stop him, the little sister would be abducted by the white face in front of him to give birth to the child.

Slaughter nodded and said: "Indeed, the Dragon Nation is the body of the demigod. How can the high-ranking Dragon Nation become such a beautiful man in the world? This man must have been made by the Dragons. ”

“That's a little too much deception.” The smile in the corner of the man's mouth turned gloomy. “You asked me to lift the black robe, and I lifted it for you. If you want to see your faces, I'll show you. You whispered over my head with a broken conch, and you said what it was, and you accused me of being a dragon. You don't have to ask. I Yan Xiangma is the famous dude of Jiangnan City. I can do everything. ”

“Conch in the sky, patrolling for generations. All surveyed were dragon tribes.” The slaughterhouse said in disgust.

The black robe teenager looked up at the conch and asked, "Have you ever used it to detect the dragons? ”

“You” slaughtered his heart to say, "Tens of thousands of years in Shenzhou have not seen the Dragons, how can we investigate? ”

“That's right.” The black robe boy said with a smile. “Tens of thousands of years in Shenzhou have not seen the Dragon Nation, that is, what is, it has not been used in tens of thousands of years. No need, I'm afraid it has been destroyed? ”

“That's not true.” Slaughter and angry, "he drank:“ How can this celestial conch be a monster named in the Treasure Spectrum and lose its effectiveness because it hasn't been used for years? ”

Pfft!

The black robe teenager slapped him on the table, similarly angry and drunk: “I'm just going to say that's not true. You turn over my head with a fucking conch and you say you're slandering me as a dragon. Prove it to me. Where am I a dragon? ”

“Tongtian conch whines for you, and imprisoning you with silver light indicates that you are a Dragon Nation. ”

“You mean, who's the Dragon Clan? ”

“Of course.” Slaughter snorted. “This spiral is soaked in dragon blood and is most susceptible to dragon air."

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

A huge black blood frog suddenly jumped from the corner of the wall.

Seeing this bloody frog, all of a sudden, he detached from the top of the boy's head and flew towards the bloody frog. The silver glow swung again, giving the bloody frog a tight and solid covering.

The black robe teenager pointed at the black blood frog, which was almost like a cat, and said with ridicule: "So this frog is also a dragon illusion? ”