Chapter 1826 Emperor Xiu (2)

"I like this name, it sounds much better than Asura." Shen Yanxiao smiled slightly, compared with a name full of killing intent like Asura, Xiu's real name is much more pleasant.

"Don't Brother Siyu know your real name? Why did he call you Asura?"

Xiudao: "I have given up my name since I became a God of Fighting. As long as I am a God of Fighting, I will be called Asura."

The word Asura is a symbol of God of War and is indelible.

Shen Yanxiao pursed her lips, firmly held Xiu's hand, pointed to her heart, and said to Xiu: "Here, the one I love is Di Xiu."

What she loves is this God who thinks about her all the time, this God who will put her first no matter when and where, and this God who has tempered her from a useless wood to where she is today.

Her Emperor Xiu.

Xiu's eyes became extremely soft, and within that touch of softness, there seemed to be a touch of emotion boiling. He suddenly pulled Shen Yanxiao into his arms, and without giving her a chance to speak, he lowered his head and covered the rosy face. cherry lips.

The lingering kiss seemed to vent his inner feelings.

Shen Yanxiao's breathing was slightly rapid, but she didn't have any intention of resisting.

After the kiss was over, a blush had already appeared on Shen Yanxiao's fair little face.

囧, in the lair of the dragon god, is it really okay to have such a close contact with a big thorn?

"Follow me, I know where the Dragon King Ling is." Xiu looked at Shen Yan's red face with satisfaction, tightened her little hand, and walked towards one of the corridors.

"You know?" Shen Yanxiao was stunned for a moment, does Xiu have a good relationship with Dragon God? Do you even know where the things before the Dragon God are kept?

Xiu guessed Shen Yanxiao's doubts, he pointed to his own head.

"I can sense it."

"..." Well, she knew that a certain tough old man couldn't use normal thinking to guess.

Xiu led Shen Yanxiao through a long walk, and there were some extremely abstract paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor. Shen Yanxiao took a quick look at the paintings that were as abstract as modern abstract art. Curious why there is such magic here.

After a while, they had come to the end of the corridor, and a wooden door with gold coins blocked their eyes.

"Seal again?" Shen Yanxiao glanced at Xiu.

Xiu nodded.

How much does this Dragon God not want to give the Dragon King Token to others! ! The seals left by so many high gods are simply torturing the nerves of the Dragon Clan! Who can solve it!

If it wasn't for the powerful existence of Xiu beside him, Shen Yanxiao would probably be the same as those dragon slags, shed tears looking at Shimenkong.

Xiu used the sealing technique again, and easily touched the seal on the door.

The moment the wooden door was pushed open, Shen Yanxiao was stunned by the scene inside!

An incomparably huge eight-winged golden dragon was lying quietly in the huge room. That eight-winged golden dragon was stronger and more beautiful than any one Shen Yanxiao had ever seen. The golden dragon scales were dazzling Shine, those four pairs of folded dragon wings are so strong and powerful.

Compared with the eight-winged golden dragons in front of them, those eight-winged golden dragons in the north are like malnourished guys.

Surrounded by the eight-winged golden dragon, a token with a golden halo was placed on a small table.