Chapter 1072 Prisoner of the Dragon (72)

If you can't beat him, just run away. Who would think he can't beat him?

Bai Tang returned the heart-protecting scale to Cong Huai, stood up and went out.

Cong Huai held the scales and his eyes darkened slightly.

"Do you still like that weapon spirit?"

Bai Tang paused: "I never liked him."

I have never met him, and I don’t know his gender.

Why does she like it?

Spending a lot of time and effort is to give the weapon spirit a chance to regenerate.

Cherish such a contribution from your heart.

Cong Huai held the heart-protecting scale, put on a mask, and chased after him.

"Atang, do you like me?"

After his thoughts were exposed by Song Futing, Bai Tang didn't say anything.

It made him scratch his head and lungs all the time.

Bai Tang: "I'm still young and don't want to do this. Don't be like a beast."

Cong Huai: "..."

I never expected that this was the reason.

She is quite small now. A twelve-year-old girl.

Cong Huai whispered: "Then wait until your body matures."

I can’t wait a few months anyway.

"Take this, take it."

Ni Lin stuffed it into Bai Tang's hand again.

The reverse scale is the heart-protecting scale.

The reverse scale of the dragon is always given only to those who value it the most.

It's a pity that he didn't pull it out with his own hands.

Bai Tang stuffed it back and blinked: "Where should I put it?"

Cong Huai took a look at the heart-protecting scale and used his demonic power to open a small hole: "Is there a cable?"

Bai Tang rummaged through the space, took out a divine thread and put it on. The heart-protecting scales were reduced by Cong Huai to the size of a fingernail.

Seeing his heart-protecting scale being put on his neck by Bai Tang, Cong Huai raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"If you wear my reverse scale, you are mine."

"Don't be a beast."

"It's not impossible to wait a few more months to be a beast."

Cong Huai accepted it well. Smiling Yingying followed beside him.

I had lost my mind before, struggling over and over again. Missed a month.

Bai Tang emphasized again: "You are you, I am me, I am not your accessory."

Cong Huai smiled: "Of course. You are an independent individual. I made a mistake just now."

Bai Tang clasped her hands behind her back, and for the rare time she walked, she didn't walk so seriously, a bit out of place, showing her light mood.

Cong Huai followed closely behind him.

She didn't like that weapon spirit, that weapon spirit must be extremely special to her.

Song Futing read the news and came over. Seeing his master's good mood visible to his naked eyes, he felt better.

"Master, those three people are very strange."

He also remembered what happened to Sikou Ziming, Sikou Yinmo, and Yu Sangyue.

Bai Tang reached out and grabbed Cong Huai: "Follow me."

Bai Tang brought a tank of water over and started to cast the spell. When he raised his hand again, the water floated from the tank, forming a water mirror in the air. The picture in the water mirror is clearly that of Yu Sangyue.

Cong Huai only took one look and concluded: "This woman won't live for a few years."

Song Futing: "What's the explanation?"

Cong Huai sneered: "If you lose your blood and your life, how can you live?"

Bai Tang: "She is gradually being deprived of her life, and there is also an evil spell on her body - exchanging life for life. She must be willing to perform this evil spell."

Song Futing thought about what he saw: "These two parties should be Sikou and his son."

A life for a life.

What a silly girl...

Yu Sangyue in the water mirror was drinking one cup after another, with sad eyes and tears, until she fell drunk on the ground.

The door was pushed open, and the groom who shouldn't be here appeared here.

He slowly wiped away the tears on Yu Sangyue's face. He gently laid Yu Sangyue on the bed, covered her with a quilt, took a deep look, and then slowly left.

Song Futing sighed: "What a pity."