"I think so, otherwise, who is afraid of the Troya Empire?" The mermaids were resentful: "They had the Troya Empire, our Great Western Kingdom, and we don't have the ones, we still have it!"

"Although we are in their territory, we are the supreme glory of death for the high priest and the queen!"

"It's so annoying and bullying. How can the queen swallow her anger? How can she swallow this? It should be called the Kung Fish Clan and attack the Trojan Empire!"

"Okay, okay, stop attacking, drive the spaceship home!" Quan Jian's words came from the spaceship radio: "Hurry up, hurry up, let me say it for the second time, otherwise you will strip away your scales."

The mermaids instantly looked like eggplants made by frost. They looked at the surveillance broadcast on the spaceship, and saluted with their waists straight, and responded in unison: "Yes, respected Queen!"

Quan Jian withdrew from the surveillance, pushed open the door, walked in, and saw her high priest lying on a recliner in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, her hair hanging down to the ground, blood falling to the ground, covering her wounds with her hands, and not treating the wounds. She looked outside, and the white clouds and blue sky.

The god fell into the mortal world and was heartbroken. It was no different from an ordinary person or a shark. They also liked to abuse themselves. The high priest's down-to-earth energy was directly connected to the underworld. It was so cruel!

Quan Jian let out his steps, walked over silently, squatted in front of Cang Ying, looking at him with his head raised, his eyes full of concern, and his voice was even more light: "High Priest, you are injured, let's go lie in the treatment cabin, okay?"

Cang Ying withdrew his gaze and looked at Quanjian, "You are as kind as your mother, and as impulsive as your mother. Don't worry about me. I'm fine and won't die."

Quan Jian was a little bolder and reached out to put his hand on his wrist: "High Priest, I know you won't die, but it will hurt if you are injured, and it won't hurt after treatment."

"Or why I move the treatment compartment over and let us lie down nearby. We must not let ourselves suffer. Can you, High Priest!"

Cang Ying twitched lightly: "Silly child, I'm fine. I'm just healing myself now, and there's no need for a treatment cabin!"

Quanjian yelled: "You are healing yourself now, then...I, I, I..."

"You go, the therapeutic effect will be better if you are alone!" Cang Ying spoke very slowly, extremely slow: "Remember to bring the door with me!"

Quan Jian hesitated for a moment: "High Priest, are you really treating yourself, aren't you lying to me?"

Cang Ying closed his eyes slightly: "Yes, I didn't lie to you!"

As the queen of the Great Western Kingdom, the most basic principle is to listen to the high priest, trust the high priest, and worship the high priest.

The high priest said this and said twice that healed his wounds. Quan Jian believed it, slowly stood up and left the room step by step.

The spaceship left the Trojan Empire's capital star and entered the space galaxy. Wherever the sightings were, it was not bright, but the endless sea of ​​stars.

Cang Ying spread his hands covering his chest, his hands were covered with blood, and a black scale and black dragon scale lie quietly in his palm.

The dragon scales were stained with blood, but they did not affect its blackness at all, nor did they affect its dazzlingness or brightness.

Cang Ying stared at the black scales in the palm of his hand, slowly raised his hand, clenched his fists, pressed his forehead, closed his eyes, and smiled bitterly: "Black dragon, male...hehe...male...black dragon, male...hahahaha..."

The louder Cang Ying laughed, the louder heavier he caused the wound on his chest. As soon as the wound was moved, the blood flowed even harder. Under the recliner, there was a large pool of blood stains in a short while.

The galaxy was shining brightly, and the meteors passed through the spaceship, illuminating Cangying's face in the darkness was stained with scarlet blood, but it was like a snow-white face...

"Daotao, is the injury on your neck important?" Jiang Dandan sat in the aircraft, staring at Hunting's neck with her body sideways: "One piece is missing, the pattern is incomplete."

Taotao's neck was missing, which was about the size of its fingernail, and the ancient and cumbersome black patterns became incomplete.

This looks like a sharp sword, with a gap, which is not good-looking and has a price drop, making the dragon uncomfortable to see it!

Hunting looked at Jiang Dandan: "Do you like the patterns on my neck?"

Who is Jiang Dandan? He is a dog-legged little dog licking. Don’t say that it likes it, even if it doesn’t like it, it can also praise the flowers: "I like it, the patterns on your neck are so beautiful and so personal. I have never seen such beautiful patterns on your neck."

"You had it on your face before, and I didn't think the patterns covered your appearance at all. Maybe you are the natural beauty, you are so handsome no matter how you look at it, and you look at it as good as you look at it!"

Hunter twisted his neck and approached Jiang Dandan: "Oh, then take a look at what was snatched away by the high priest of the Great Western Kingdom!"

What's the meaning?

Isn't it the pattern that is being cut off?

Ginger balls were lingered by the faint smell of blood, looking at the hunting neck.

The wound was below the earlobe, close to the back of the neck, and there was a piece of flesh that was about the size of its fingernail, but there was also a piece of thing that was the size of its fingernail next to it.

The black thing blends into one with his black pattern. If you don’t pay attention, you can’t tell at all. They are two kinds of things.

Jiang Dandan couldn't help but stretched out her hand and touched it on something the size of her fingernail. She couldn't touch it anymore and blurted out: "Daotao, scales, scales are on your neck!"

Hunting: "…"

"It's not that the scales on my neck!" Hunting paused and said, "It's your scales. The milk dragon scales you retreated were given to the master. Each of the masters gave them, and I also gave them two."

Jiang Dandan said oh, her voice was breasts and cheerful: "What do you mean is that the two scales that the cute and charming aunt gave you were directly poked on your knife, and then you transformed into a human being, and my scales grew on your neck?"

Hunter nodded: "Yes, the dragon scales poked on me, I couldn't consume it, it grew on my neck!"

"Cang Ying, the high priest of the Great Western Kingdom, wanted to cut off my neck because of the dragon scales, but he snatched away that dragon scale."

"Is my milk dragon scale so powerful?" Jiang Dandan's black eyes were shining, and she looked at the hunting like a small light bulb: "Can you avoid the fate of your neck being broken?"

Hunting's eyes became deeper, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "Yes, your milk dragon scales are very powerful, very strong, and extremely powerful, so I didn't become a broken knife!"

When Jiang Dandan heard this, she almost transformed into a dragon body, raised her small tail, held back the dragon body, raised her small tail, couldn't help rolling up her sleeves, and her white little arm pestled in front of the hunting, and black dragon scales covered her arms.
Chapter completed!