Chapter 1042 Prisoner of the Dragon (42)

"Mr. Song, hello friends of Mr. Song."

A faint female voice sounded from beside them, startling the three of them.

Xiao Chen and Xiao Wang immediately drew their guns, but they couldn't get them out.

Song Futing: "Miss Bai, Mr. Cong, good evening."

Xiao Chen and Xiao Wang smiled awkwardly: "Hello."

Cong Huai snorted coldly: "Smelly woman, my son is coming out."

As soon as he finished speaking, the last thunder fell.

The eggshell is completely broken.

Between the heaven and the earth, a fresh air spreads out, making people feel refreshed.

A small green dragon as thick as a thumb came out of its shell, circled in a circle, and flew straight over.

Bai Tang pinched two fingers and brought several people directly to the sky.

Song Futing, Xiao Chen, and Xiao Wang were in the clouds a thousand meters above in the next second. Xiao Chen and Xiao Wang hugged each other tightly. It took a while to get used to it.

Song Futing's psychological quality is pretty good, but it's just that it's a little difficult to breathe due to the thin air at such a high level.

Gently moving the clouds, Bai Tang cast Tang's Sutra on the eyes of the three of them. At this moment, they could clearly see the bricks and tiles of the Qianyun Generation.

Xiao Qinglong threw it to Cong Huai: "Take good care of your son."

Cong Huai looked at the little dragon with disgust: "It looks like a loach, no, like an earthworm. It's so ugly and small."

The little green dragon struggled unconvinced, but it was too weak.

Cong Huai continued: "This person who likes to be a father... his real body is not as good-looking as me."

Bai Tang: "..."

Song Futing looked at Xiao Qinglong's appearance carefully, his expression gradually becoming complicated.

Dragon, he saw a dragon in his lifetime.

Oh, there are still two dragons.

Xia Guo is particularly fond of dragons. Song Futing is no exception.

Cong Huai threw Xiao Qinglong into Song Futing's hands again: "Please take care of Xiao Qing."

Song Futing thought it was cold, but it was hot.

He folded it in the palm of his hand, raised his head and looked at Bai Tang and Cong Huai, then looked at Song Futing with aggrievedness, then opened his mouth and bit Song Futing's hand.

A warm light flashed across the bodies of Xiao Qinglong and Song Futing, and then disappeared.

Bai Tang patted Cong Huai on the shoulder: "My son was abandoned by you and left."

Cong Huai: "Prove that he is a white-eyed wolf."

You can't blame him entirely, right?

Xiao Chen and Xiao Wang are running out of brains.

Before Song Futing realized anything, the little green dragon in his palm suddenly started to act up. He could feel that the little green dragon was... regretting?

Song Futing: "It said it didn't know it would be like this..."

Bai Tang was very calm: "Mr. Song, the little green dragon will be under your care from now on. It is destined to you. You will be its father from now on."

Song Futing: "..."

Just suddenly...?

Xiao Qinglong was about to fly back, but was thrown back by Bai Tang: "Just stay here."

Song Futing was still a little stunned: "Miss Bai..."

Xiao Chen and Xiao Wang were stunned, trying to digest what they saw and heard today.

Bai Tang didn't care about this little problem at all: "Mr. Song, congratulations on your entering the path of cultivation. From now on, your destiny is connected with that of Xiao Qinglong, and we share life and death."

Song Futing: "But isn't this your son?"

Cong Huai snorted: "I don't have a wife, how can I have a son?"

Bai Tang: "We've only known each other for less than half a month, so we can't have a baby."

Then he let out a light tut: "Cong Huai, look, it is indeed the Sikou family with its lush branches."

The entire Qianyun Mountain and Luoxia Town were surrounded by Taoist priests.

They went from house to house looking for Cong Huai.

Xiao Qinglong felt even more aggrieved. He slowly wrapped it around Song Futing's wrist, biting the tail, and managed to make it into a green bracelet.