Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

Dragons nodded lazily, their eyes resting still on the pagoda, and now if anything happens to the pagoda, the next second he can rush up.

And on the other side of the coral forest, two shadows have fought.

“Master Ben ate you! ”

“What about daydreaming? ”

At this time, in the tower, the cloud dance discovered that it was no different from what she saw in her spiritual strength, and the top of the tower could be seen as soon as she looked up empty-handed.

After a lap on the first floor, she found no abnormality, then dotted to fly on the second floor, then the third and fourth floors… so straight to the dome, nothing was gained.

At this point, the cloud dance suddenly felt that the little Kimball sleeping in the carry-on space did not seem very peaceful.

This little guy has been sleeping in space since he followed her. It's no different than an egg. I didn't expect there to be movement at this time. Is it because of this tower?

After a moment of meditation, the cloud dance looked up and released Xiao Jinbao.

The little guy was soft and small, flew out of her wide sleeve, stretched out her body in the middle of the air, made a normal dragon would do the word standing in the air growling, and thought she was very handsome and powerful.

However, due to its size, the cloud dance did not feel powerful at all, but was adored with blood.

Seeing the cloud dance was not handsome by it, it looked a little upset, swimming to her cheek rubbing, humming dissatisfaction.

The cloud dance was ruined by it, hands up to touch its young horns, a little warmth in the desert, "Go! ”

She can feel it. She loves it here.

Little Kimball didn't even know if he understood it. He twisted his head and thought, and then his eyes lit up and he started swimming around the tower excitedly.

The cloud-dancing gaze follows its shadow, and Kimball touches things in the tower from time to time with its tail, beard, horn, etc.

As long as it touches it, those places will shine bright gold, and when it leaves, the gold will swing around and float inside the wall.

Soon after, from the first to the ninth floor, the entire tower was covered in dark golden light.

Look at the cloud dance underneath, stunned, what's going on?

Little Kimball still looks excited, whispering, hovering and shining in the golden light.

The cloud dance suddenly thinks this place belongs to it!

Although cloud dance doesn't understand what it's squeaking about, it seems to be talking to something in this tower.

And these things, they're attached to the walls of this tower, to the floor, to the columns.

Little Kimball is happy.

The cloud dance is somewhat disappointing. There is nothing in the tower. Where is this ancient light?

However, the mood for cloud dance is a bit subtle when you look at this tower, which is alive every inch of gold because of Kimball's appearance.

She can be sure that Little Kimball and the Dragons have their origins and have an inseparable relationship with this tower!

After a slight indulgence, she flew to the bottom, searched for a straight central position, looked around the tower, and searched again for mental strength, intending to look again.

If not, the Dragon King would be suspicious.

The cloud dance body in the tower only saw the dark golden glow in the tower, little Jinbao danced up and down, the atmosphere was calm and harmonious.

However, outside at this time, this is not the case at all.

The entire exterior of the tower, with its golden lines crawling from the bottom, all over the tower, seems to be an ancient spell.

As the stripes climbed to the top, spinning up the top of the tower, the beads instantly golden and swept straight into the sky.

The cloud dance regained its spiritual strength, and the bottom of its eyes was deeply appalled. It actually possessed such a powerful power, as if it was awakened by the appearance of little Jinbao.

The power contained in this golden light was so powerful that, not far from the coral forest under the tower, two people who were fighting were attacked by powerful oppressive forces that they could not resist and were knocked directly to the ground.

The burning flashes fade away in a strange atmosphere.

A long time later.

“Does this dragon tower have the effect of growing and building, sitting and flying?” The blast head, a scorched black Mumbai, awaits two white circles of wonder.

“Shut up if you don't know!” The torn red fire dragon full of anger “go back first, the pressure here is so great, I don't know how the dragon is evil. ”

Dragons are much closer to the pagoda than they are.

Mumbai was so excited when he thought about the dragon's evil being crushed to the ground, "Let's go and see. ”

If he's like him now, that's the funniest joke in the whole world...

For a moment, when the dragon turned evil and looked at a suspected Mumbai blast head and a suspected Red Fire Dragon beggar climbed back, he was truly frightened.

The dragon poured the evil sword brow slightly, “What are you doing? ”

“Why are you okay? ”

The three were almost alike, all in surprise.

The dragon poured evil slightly and his gaze fell on Mumbai, “This is the power of Baota awakening, don't you know how to drill to protect the ground? Why would he be attacked? ”

Meng Bai looked black, because he came too fast, he could not react, of course he could not say that.

Then the dragon looked at the red dragon and frowned. “What did you do to Mumbai? ”

I don't know why, Red Fire Dragon felt the dragon's evil look made him very uncomfortable. He shouted: “I just had a fight and did nothing! ”

The dragon poured the corner of his evil mouth slightly, and his eyes poured out: “What else do you want to do? ”

“Dragon, lean, evil! Ben's going to bake you!” The Red Fire Dragon growled and Mars had appeared in his mouth, but the fire had not erupted, and it turned into a red dot under the golden light.

The Red Fire Dragon's face is in capital letters. What's going on?

Mumbai realized that he was not the same wolf, and spared no effort to ridicule the irony: “It seems that Xiangrui has surrendered every day, it is not suitable to spark fire, hahahahaha...”

Red Fire Dragon circled in the middle of the sky, angry flame, yet when I saw the face and hairstyle of Menghei, I was very relieved and finally just snorted.

The color of the sky is one of a kind.

The three stared at the thicker and thicker clouds in the sky, and gradually they all couldn't open their eyes.

In the glow of the cloud, the golden light on the top of the tower turned into a golden dragon.

The colors of the dragon's evil are somewhat uncertain, while the Red Fire Dragon and Meng Bai are both surprised.

The dragon was in a hurry and couldn't help but ask: “What the hell is going on? ”

Mumbai did not take the opportunity to ridicule himself because he also wanted to know the answer to the question, and he felt that if anyone here knew what was going on, the man must have been a dragon.