Chapter 71 My Little Golden Dragon Will Be Fine
Nanjia squatted down to pick up the debris that fell on the ground. Her brain was spinning at high speed, trying to come up with a reasonable and useful solution.
"Hiss" absent-mindedly Nanjia was scratched by the debris.
Williamderson saw that the princess actually picked up the glass fragments herself and cut her finger. He rushed forward: "Princess? How can you do such a thing?"
William Desen's words confused Nanjia. Was he just picking up pieces?
Williamson quickly put away the pieces on behalf of the princess, holding Nanjia's arm.
Looking at Nanjia with distressed eyes: "Princess, you have been wronged. I will take you back now."
Nanjia felt that the knight in front of her was a little strange, and she explained: "No, I'm not aggrieved. I've written it all in the letter. I'm living a good life. I don't need to send anyone special. Come to rescue me. I will go back in a while."
Williamson said resolutely: "Princess, you don't have to hold on, I can see that the beast treats you as a servant. I'm enslaving you. I will definitely save you."
Why can't this person understand human language? Nanjia was so angry that her head hurt.
Mo Yan smelled a strange smell and walked quickly into the cave, fearing that Nan Jia would be in danger.
As soon as I stepped into the cave, I saw a wild man holding Nanjia's hand, and the two of them were so close. Mo Yan's golden eyes instantly stood up, and a cold tone sounded: "What are you doing?"
Nan Jia quickly shook off Williamson's hand, cursing in her heart for survival.
"Qiu Sheng Sheng, are you dead? Don't you know how to remind me?"
Qiu Sheng Sheng didn't reply. Replying at this time would be tantamount to scolding.
When Williamson heard the cold and emotionless tone, he immediately stood up and protected Nan Jia behind him.
Seeing Williamson's face, Mo Yan's golden cold eyes narrowed slightly, and a storm gathered in his eyes.
It’s that person! He was the one who rescued Nanjia in the previous life!
Mo Yan's aura was fully activated, and a strong feeling of suffocation came over him.
Scenes from his past life came back to him one after another, and the scene of Nanjia and the wild man in front of him joining forces to kill him refused to leave his mind.
The golden eyes are already bloodthirsty, he wants the person in front of him to die! My heart was ripped out just like in my previous life!
Mo Yan was already crazy and dazed, and his body began to glow with black energy.
He quickly rushed in front of Willemson, stretched out his golden claws, and headed straight for Willemson's chest.
Williamderson was not a vegetarian either. He quickly unsheathed his sword and blocked Mo Yan's fatal blow.
The two were fighting, and Nanjia found a place to hide where they could not be affected.
What should I do if my sword has no eyes and I hurt myself?
The Survivor shouted: "Nanjia, hurry up and stop it. We can't let Mo Yan kill Willemson."
"Why?"
"You Have you forgotten your personality? You are so simple and kind that you can’t bear to step on me. Die an ant. Can you watch Willemson die in front of you? This is not in line with your character.
And Willemson is the... um... stepchild of fate. , it’s better to live.”
Nanjia ignored Qiu Shengsheng. It didn't remind him at first, so now he pretends he can't hear it.
Seeing Nan Jia just hanging up there with nothing to do, and watching the increasingly anxious battle, William Desen could no longer hold on any longer, and in a desperate need to survive, he shouted wisely: "Nan Nan , you violated the character and need to deduct the treasure.”
Nanjia was unhappy: “Why?”
"There is no reason, hurry up."
Nanjia looked at the fierce 'battlefield' that was already flashing with sparks, she was full of reluctance: "This dragon is fighting with a knight holding a long sword. , What am I doing? Isn't this looking for death? "My fragile body shows that it is easy to die.
The survival creature disliked Nanjia's nagging. It didn't know what she was worried about: "Hurry up, the master won't hurt you."
Nanjia bravely rushed forward. When they arrived at the 'battlefield', Nanjia didn't dare to take action.
“Nannan, fly bravely!”
Nanjia rolled his eyes, it’s not that his life is in danger.
Nanjia shouted loudly: "Stop, stop fighting."
The two were stunned for a moment, and William Desen became more motivated. The sword in his hand stabbed Mo Yan with a cold light: " Princess, don’t worry, I won’t be hurt. I will take you back to the palace.”
Nan Jia is really speechless. Not only can this man not understand human words, he can only repeat one sentence.
No wonder he is a stepson, not his biological son.
Mo Yan stretched out his hand to hold William Deson's sword. The sword cut through the scales and penetrated into the flesh. Bright red snow beads fell to the ground along the sword.
The pain in his palm made Mo Yan even more excited. His eyes flashed with a coquettish scarlet red light: "Nanjia, get out of the way. I must execute this wild man today."
"Pa, Dang." The sword was broken by Mo Yan forcefully and thrown to the ground mercilessly, turning the small patch of ground red.
Mo Yan seemed to feel no pain at all. He laughed maniacally and looked at Williamson, who was stunned because of the broken sword.
Mo Yan stabbed Willemson with his sharp claws. Willemson was the source of his pain. As long as he died, he could return to normal.
He was anxious for survival and already jumped: "Nanjia, hurry up, Williamson is going to die!!!"
For your own baby, rush!
Nanjia rushed forward, pulled Williamson's collar and pushed him aside, just missing Mo Yan's claws.
The survivalist looked at Nanjia's movements and complained: "You are so cowardly. In the TV series, you are always in front of others. You just pull it? You are too perfunctory."
"Shut up" What if Mo Yan can't hold back and really hurts himself? I'm not stupid, so I'm going to risk my life for someone I don't even know?
"Nanjia, do you want to save him?"
The deep voice sounded a little scary in the cave, and Nan Jia was so frightened that she trembled.
Mo Yan saw Nan Jia's actions. He straightened his body, his eyes were deep, shining with a deep and terrifying cold light.
The eyes are like strands of sinister birds rising from a cold pool. The dark emotions seemed to swallow Nanjia up.
Mo Yan stared at Nan Jia, his expression suddenly changed, he sneered, his tone was full of ridicule: "Oh, Nan Jia, are you going to pick up the sword for him like you did in your last life? Stabbing me to death? "
Previous generation? Stabbed to death?
What the fuck? What's going on?
Nanjia's eyes widened and she panicked. She shouted for survival: "Fuck, fuck, fuck, survive, what is this? What's going on?"
< br>The survivor tried to remove the sweat from his face with his hands, and it was also frightened to death.
Why is this a reborn Lord?
Qiu Sheng Sheng had a doggy smile on his face and his little mouth was so sweet: "Nan Nan is the smartest bastard in the God Realm. You can definitely handle this situation by yourself, right? You can think of a way. , I...I just...count on you."
Mo Yan approached Nan Jia step by step, the golden dragon head pressed against Nan Jia's forehead, and the cold breath hit him. A voice that seemed to come from the underworld slowly sounded: "Nanjia, I'm right here. I won't hide, I'm waiting for you to kill me, come on."
Hahaha, here comes the exciting scene. .
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