"Uncle, do you know?"
Jiang Yiran walked slowly towards the end of the alley with her little hands behind her back, at a gentle speed.
Seeing Uncle Gong's frightened face without a trace of blood, the smile on Jiang Yiran's face became even sweeter.
"I have been waiting for Xia Yan for many, many years. I thought I would never be able to wait again..."
"Fortunately, the sky has eyes."
"Now that we are reunited after a long absence, Xia Yan has not changed at all. I am very happy because I can feel that our future life will be very happy."
"Extremely happy."
As Jiang Yiran's words fell, the confinement in the surrounding space became more severe. Uncle Gong felt as if the surrounding space had condensed into substance and slowly collapsed inward.
"You...what on earth are you going to say!"
Uncle Gong's face turned red from suppressing it, and he was shocked to find that no matter what tricks he used, he couldn't shake the confinement at all!
In front of ordinary people, he can massacre a city in one night, and his reputation is enough to make a baby stop crying!
But in front of the little lolita in front of him, this murderous god was as fragile as a mosquito, and his life and death depended only on the other person's thoughts.
"You don't know yet? My true identity."
Jiang Yiran raised her head and smiled brightly: "Actually, I am not from this world. I am the Dragon Emperor, the Emperor of the Dragon Clan."
"What?!"
Uncle Gong's mind seemed to have been struck by lightning, the hairs on his body suddenly exploded, and his scalp felt numb.
Dragon clan!
It turned out to be the top species in the world of Warcraft.
In the world of Warcraft, as long as the species has something to do with the word dragon, they are all the strongest in the world.
But now, this little C-level guy actually encountered a pure-blood dragon.
and……
Still the Dragon King!
Since the opponent is a dragon, it can be explained by the fact that it can confine space.
Controlling space is the innate skill of pure-blood dragons.
But... why did the Dragon Clan appear in Beiqing?
Or a body as rich as the Emperor of Ten Thousand Dragons?
"Our dragon clan is very stingy. As their emperor, I am even stingier and greedy."
Jiang Yiran said softly, with a gentle tone: "I'm too greedy. The beautiful life with Xia Yan has just begun. I want to enjoy it forever and never break away from this life."
"So...you know, how should you be punished for your behavior of trying to destroy my happy life?"
Jiang Yiran smiled sweetly and slowly raised her white and tender palms.
There was no energy fluctuation, just an ordinary raised palm.
But Uncle Gong, who was imprisoned, smelled a pungent smell of death.
As a killer, he was very familiar with this kind of aura.
But now, the aura of death surrounding him was strong enough to suffocate him!
"ah--"
Uncle Gong raised his head desperately, his hair standing on end, and mobilized all the energy in his body to concentrate.
Burst outward!
He's going to fight hard.
Yes.
Just by meeting Jiang Yiran, he, a C-level expert, was forced to fight tooth and nail.
Only Uncle Gong who faced Jiang Yiran could understand the sense of oppression Jiang Yiran brought to him.
If you don't fight hard, I'm afraid you won't even have the chance to fight.
"Courage is commendable...but it's useless."
Jiang Yiran turned her palm, and Uncle Gong, who was imprisoned in the air, turned in the same direction as his palm.
"Anyone who dares to destroy my happy life is a bad person."
"Bad people deserve to die."
"No one is exempt."
Jiang Yiran's palms clenched tightly!
Between heaven and earth, a heart-rending scream sounded.
But this miserable howl could not break through Jiang Yiran's spatial confinement at all.
It is destined that no one can hear it.
…
The setting sun shone on the entrance of the alley, casting a golden halo.
The fallen leaves that had been blown away were blown back again, covering the ground.
Beautiful like a painting.
The sound of faint footsteps sounded. Jiang Yiran held a pink handkerchief, wiped her palms slowly, and walked slowly out of the alley.
"Well, why are you here? I've been looking for you for a long time."
Xia Yan built a pergola with his hands and waved to Jiang Yiran with a smile.
Jiang Yiran stopped, quietly put the handkerchief behind her back, smiled and said nothing.
"Why are you standing there stupidly?"
Xia Yan glanced at the other party strangely, walked quickly, came to Jiang Yiran, and complained speechlessly: "Let me tell you, Director Zhuang has really changed a lot. Now he is nothing like when he first entered school." , the rumored aloof mentor, purely a chatterbox!"
Xia Yan held his forehead, shook his head and sighed.
I don’t know what Director Zhuang has experienced during the time he entered Dragon Burial Valley.
Anyway, looking at his eyes, Xia Yan felt quite vicissitudes of life, as if he had been tortured...
Jiang Yiran just listened quietly with a smile on her face. She liked to be a pure listener when Xia Yan talked endlessly.
She likes the way Xia Yan shares his life with her.
"However, Director Zhuang is still good. I can see that he is sincerely thinking about me."
Xia Yan changed the subject, reached out and touched the top of Jiang Yiran's head, and said with a smile: "You are the one who is hungry after waiting for a long time? Aren't you already hungry?"
"Let's go to the supermarket, buy some ingredients, and cook a big meal for you! Yanyan is also exhausted, so give her a good supplement."
Xia Yan patted Jiang Yiran's head and walked forward with a smile.
Jiang Yiran paused, nodded, and smiled sweeter.
Throwing the handkerchief in the bushes, Jiang Yiran quickly followed Xia Yan and stood side by side with him.
In the bushes, the pink handkerchief was stained with blood, like plum blossoms, with more embellishments.
The two of them passed by the alley, and Xia Yan glanced inside subconsciously. His eyes paused on a pile of white dust in the corner for a moment, and then he shook his head, thinking it was because the cleaner was lazy and didn't clean it thoroughly.
Xia Yan would never have imagined that the owner of that pile of white dust was a living C-level powerhouse ten minutes ago.
The warm sunshine shone down at this moment, dragging the shadows of the two people long.
Jiang Yiran followed Xia Yan obediently. The purple dragon flame deep in her eyes moved slightly, then shrank back.
The physical strength of a C-level strongman is indeed very high. Even if he uses dragon flames, it still takes a while to burn the opponent's body.
Jiang Yiran didn't plan to tell Xia Yan what happened in the alley just now.
Because if Xia Yan knew about it, he would definitely be worried about her.
However, an idea quietly took root in Jiang Yiran's heart.
From now on, when the little thief has her by her side, anyone who dares to attack the little thief will be her enemy.
Xia Yan died trying to protect himself in his previous life, so he must protect him in this life.
Glancing at Xia Yan, the other person happened to turn around and smile. Jiang Yiran didn't say a word, but a feeling called determination gradually appeared in her eyes.
No matter who the opponent is, you must protect the little thief.
must!
