Quick Transmigration: Rescue Plan for the Misguided Villain Boss

? The distance between one person and one cat is less than one centimeter.

Yu Keqiu's veins violently violently resisted his anger: "What do you think of again?"

There was a severe silence for a moment, and he landed into a box very straightforwardly: "If you are always pro-cats... you'd better buy some hair cream..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Keqiu stretched out his hand and patted it with a palm.

The people of the Nanshan Sword Sect, apart from anything else, their ability to escape is top-notch.

Li Ke quickly disappeared in front of the two again, this time he really ran without a trace.

But even though the harshness disappeared, the charming atmosphere between one person and one cat also disappeared.

Yu Keqiu leaned against the front of the car and sighed long.

Next to him, the kitten sitting on the front of the car also sighed.

The supernaturalists squatted in Boyang Lake for two days.

The real dragon only showed up once in two days. The huge dragon head turned around and glanced around, only stopped on Yu Keqiu's body, and then sank again.

It is extraordinarily arrogant, and it is expected that the group of supernatural powers around will not have the courage to do it.

After all, this gang of people with second-hand abilities have to resort to submersibles even when they are in the water.

In the ancient times, the monster race was much stronger than human beings, especially after the first real dragon was born, the real dragons in almost every dynasty and every generation were the most powerful abilities of the same period.

Although this true dragon later became like this in order to absorb the power of faith, it was born out of the faith of the people at the very beginning.

The skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and no supernatural person would dare to do anything with it.

Sure enough, it was as it had imagined. No one with a supernatural power dared to deal with it. It just floated out of the lake so leisurely and looked at the people around him. By the way, he looked at his unmasked son. Sneak back again.

As time passed, the team of supernaturalists became stronger and stronger.

Finally, two days later, the endless snowflakes stopped.

Everything around seemed to become calm, calm enough to make people feel frozen.

The surface of the lake is like a mirror without any ripples.

There was no wind, no birdsong, no fins across the water.

There was dead silence all around.

The supernaturalists laid countless barriers and barriers, and the monsters who came to slay dragons also put aside their prejudices and made arrangements with the people around them.

In the evening, the sky was as blue as washing, without half a cloud.

Everything around is like painting, beautiful and not half angry.

Even the most talkative Nanshan Sword Sect among the supernaturalists began to quiet down gradually, waiting for the arrival of the last moment.

At this moment, the wind started.

The wind broke through the invisible barrier from the endless sky, with the smell of mortal dust and fireworks.

The leaves that had not withered completely began to rustle, and the withered branches fluttered in the air.

On the calm lake, there were ripples in circles, as if countless stones were thrown into the lake, and it seemed that countless bubbles were pouring up from the bottom of the lake.

In the center of the lake, a small whirlpool began to form, and finally turned into a whirlpool that swept the entire lake surface and swallowed everything.

A majestic dragon roar seemed to come from the Nine Heavens, and the vibration made people's eardrums tremble.

The black dragon slowly floated from the lake.

There are countless scars on it.

The true dragon was produced by faith, and the power of faith in him was so complex that it seemed to disintegrate in the next second.

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