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Chapter 43

Chapter 43 The Secret Realm

    I don't take teachers.

    Qiu Wanxuan was restrained tightly, Heilong was rubbing against him, he struggled for a while, trying to communicate with Heilong, "If you don't let me go, how can I help you?"

    Long didn't seem to listen, Qiu Wanxuan felt a chill on his neck, Something sharp was about to pierce his skin, and his hair stood on end.

    The dragons are bloodthirsty, and if they are bitten by the neck, I am afraid it will be out of control. He hurriedly stopped them, stretched out his hand to cover the dragon's mouth, and faced a pair of wet eyes.

    When he was a giant just now, his pair of golden vertical pupils were terrifyingly large, but looking at it now, the dark golden pupils have enlarged into a circle, and the golden pupils are covered with thin gold threads radiating from the pupils, which are a bit... good-looking.

    When Long was covering his mouth like this, he did not struggle and get angry, but gasped for breath, the hot air sprayed on his palm, a little hot, but inexplicably not annoying.

    Qiu Wanxuan involuntarily hooked his lower lip.

    For a moment, I felt a wet itching in the palm of my hand.

    This guy actually licked him.

    At the same time, the dragon's tail swung, and something poked him with the swing.

    Qiu Wanxuan: ".."

    He didn't dare to look at it, but his ears were blushing, and he did several psychological constructions for himself: he thought it was a big snake, anyway, this kid won't remember anything when he wakes up.

    Then he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and fumbled with his trembling fingertips.

    But as soon as his fingertips met, he widened his eyes and shrank back like an electric shock.

    This .. also has scales! Still...

    He struggled for a while, but still couldn't break free from the black dragon's shackles, and even more, because of his touch just now, the dragon's head was pasted over, and the golden dragon horns rubbed against his cheeks.

    It tickles him.

    The dragon's horns are not sharp, on the contrary, they are very smooth and cool. He couldn't help touching them, and the black dragon let out a low roar the moment he touched the dragon's horns, as if he liked it, and was a little excited.

    Qiu Wanxuan finally resisted the feeling of rejection, and said angrily: "Stinky boy, let's not do this." Xia

    Churan

    seemed to have had a weird dream. He only felt hot and uncomfortable at first. The reassuring breath, the heat in my heart was also suppressed by the breath for most of it.

    By the way, he seems to be in the shape of a dragon?

    Although his memory is vague, he can feel that he is huge and condescending, but the surroundings are so narrow and constricted that he can't move his body even if he wants to stretch.

    He seemed to hear someone talking to him. The man was cold all over his body, so he desperately wanted to entangle him. He also smelled the good-smelling and familiar breath of the other person. He could almost hear the sound of the other person's blood vessels flowing. , for him it almost became a fatal temptation.