Mother Fox vows not to be a slave

Chapter 1197 Nine Tails, Never a Slave (20)

Western Dragon God, Dragon Three, sexually violent, moody, in the Western realm, Dragon God is not a beloved existence.

She angered Long San, and if Wen Lang couldn't arrive in time, she would have to escape to save herself.

There is a dagger under the pillow, which is used by her father for self-defense. It is made of thousand-year-old black iron, and it is extremely lethal. However, if it cannot be transferred, she will not be able to take the initiative, and she will still be in danger.

Mu An'an quickly understood the current situation, she felt that the remaining air was getting less and less, and her consciousness was somewhat chaotic.

Long San's eyebrows and eyes were getting closer, and her stomach convulsed.

"Third brother!"

A furious voice sounded, Mu An'an felt her throat lighten, she was thrown aside and hit the ground.

It hurts.

The girl fainted as soon as she tilted her head.

Wen Lang saw the strangle marks on the girl's neck, and his heart swayed, "Third brother! How dare you hurt her!"

Long San chuckled, his cherry-colored lips pursed in a ruthless arc, "How can brother abandon the common people and only have fun with women?"

Wen Lang pushed Long San away, and held the little girl in his arms, "You are the one who has the least position to talk to me about the common people. If there is nothing wrong, go back to the West!"

Long San always has a kind of perverted attention to Wen Lang. If he can't get it, he will destroy it. Bloody flesh is what he loves. If there is no ups and downs, it will really make people a little sleepy.

He was extremely excited when he shot his elder brother with an arrow before, and was about to help Wen Lang when his blood was about to drain. How could he know that his elder brother would not ask him for help even if his blood was drained.

This little goblin, who took advantage of it for nothing, and still lives here in a stately manner, is really not pleasing to the eye.

It will be crushed to death as soon as possible.

"Brother, since ancient times, dragons and foxes have not been in touch with each other. If you want to break the precept, you must stop me." Long San spat out blood, but he forcibly twisted into a coquettish appearance.

Wen Lang immediately slapped him!
Right in the chest of Long San!

Western Dragon God took many steps back, and coughed a few more times, the dark red blood slid down the corner of his mouth, casting a hint of coldness.

"Brother, if you persist in your obsession, I will make you pay the price!" Long San said lightly, then stood up and disappeared.

At this moment, the unconscious girl straightened up suddenly, she stared at Wen Lang blankly, and said in a weak voice, "Your Highness, your brother is so naughty."

Wenlang quickly supported the thin girl and said, "Ah, I'm sorry I couldn't arrive in time. I'll take you to get the medicine first."

Distressed and guilty mixed together, he felt out of breath, and wanted to make a pocket, put the girl in it, and take it with him.

"The Dragon God of the West, is he the one who shot you?" Mu Anan asked in a low voice. She felt that her throat might have been injured. There was indeed a huge gap in strength between the Nine-Tails and the Dragon God, but there were some things she couldn't say without feeling happy.

"Yes, that child is [-] years younger than me. He has been protecting him since he was a child, so his heart is not firm enough." Wen Lang was about to grit his teeth angrily, but he still endured it and explained gently.

"I think he likes you."

If you like it, you just want to monopolize it.

Mu An'an grasped Wen Lang's skirt, and rubbed it obediently.

"It's fine if I like my brother, but he obviously wants my life." Wen Lang's face was gloomy, but he held the girl in his arms firmly, for fear of bumping into each other.

"If I like someone, and he has someone he likes, then I won't give up. I will make a fuss, and I will be reconciled until my head is bloody."

Like someone but take the initiative to leave, like stabbing a knife in the most itchy place, no longer itchy.

"An'an, don't be afraid."

　When I woke up, it was dark.

　　Good night then.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)