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When the shadow fell, time seemed to lose its meaning.

The past, the future, the present.

The three time units are intertwined and cannot be distinguished.

The ancient instincts swarmed with unrestrained strong impulses, like a huge wave rolled up by a violent wind, and sanity itself is like a small boat, swaying, tilting, rolling helplessly in the storm, and being pushed. Into the deeper and farther darkness, until finally being broken by the waves, only driftwood was left floating on the dark sea.

This desire flows and surges in the bodies of all living things.

The rarer and stronger the bloodline, the more difficult it is to resist.

The dragon and the dragon slayer.

It is a repulsive force from blood and bone.

The breath that came from each other was so familiar. For tens of thousands of years, they had slaughtered, slaughtered, and fought with each other, immortal and immortal. This was the instinct flowing from their bones and blood.

Bathed in each other's blood, proud of stepping on each other's bones.

This is a driving force that transcends biology, a magical binding from ancient times.

It seems to be dancing on the tip of a knife, and it seems to be kissing with a sharp weapon.

As if embracing a beast, the sharp teeth of the other side would bite his throat in the next second.

As if walking on the edge of a cliff, a slight mistake will kill you.

There was a dangerous breath from each other's bodies, and their souls trembled, trembling, and warned.

The blades of the ice-cold blades pressed against each other's throats, bringing the suffocating aura of blood in the throat, but instead they were hot lips, moist kisses, fierce bites and cuddles.

The silver-white scales clung to the side of the boy's face and neck.

Mu Heng could see his own reflection in the eyes of the opponent-the golden and red vertical pupils, like a raging flame, have been burning since ancient times.

He could feel the other party's tail tightly wrapped around his waist.

Slowly tighten and close.

The cold, hard scales cut across the skin, bringing a secret pain.

Underneath the scales are powerful muscles. Mu Heng is very aware of the power contained in the opponent's tail, which is enough to sever bones, crush flesh and blood, and chop an adult at the waist, allowing the white bones to penetrate his chest and lungs. , Let the air-filled blood bubbles overflow the corners of his lips.

How deadly.

What a dragon can do, Mu Heng himself knows nothing better.

He has read too many books, consulted too many materials, and seen too many misery.

He has seen the power of Dragon Flame with his own eyes.

Melt the rocks, ignite the sky and the ocean, and destroy any creatures that stand in front of you.

How terrible.

Mu Heng leaned down and pressed his fingers around the opponent's throat.

The skin under his palm was cold and soft, with a scaly human texture, and the sweaty stickiness spread in his palm and throat. He could feel the opponent's pulse beating at his fingertips unsuspectingly.