Chapter 1018: Chapter 1042 - Prison Dragon (42)

Chapter 1042 Prison Dragon (42)

“Mr. Song, friends of Mr. Song, hello.”

A faint female voice sounded from beside them, startling the three of them.

Xiao Chen and Xiao Wang immediately drew their guns, but they couldn’t get them out.

Song Futing: “Miss Bai, Mr. Cong, good evening.”

Xiao Chen and Xiao Wang smiled awkwardly: “Hello.”

Cong Huai snorted coldly: “Smelly woman, my son is coming out.”

The words fell, and the last thunder fell.

The egg shell is completely broken.

Between the heaven and the earth, a fresh air swayed, refreshing the mind.

A small green dragon as thick as a thumb came out of its shell, circled in a circle, and flew straight over.

Baitang pinched **** and directly brought several people to the sky.

Song Futing, Xiao Chen, and Xiao Wang will be in the clouds above a thousand meters in the next second. Xiao Chen and Xiao Wang hugged each other tightly. It took a while to get used to it.

Song Futing’s psychological quality is not bad, but it is so high, the air is thin, and it is somewhat difficult to breathe.

Gently pushed the clouds, Baitang cast a spell on the eyes of the three people, and at this moment, they could clearly see the bricks and tiles of the Qianyun generation.

Little Qinglong threw it to Cong Huai: “Your son, take care of him carefully.”

Cong Huai looked at the little dragon with distaste: “Like a loach, no, like an earthworm, so ugly and small.”

Little Qinglong struggled unconvinced, but it was too weak.

Cong Huai continued: “I like to be a father… the real body is not as good-looking as mine.”

Baitang: “…”

Song Futing carefully looked at Xiao Qinglong’s appearance, his expression gradually became complicated.

Dragon, he saw the dragon in his lifetime.

Oh, there are still two dragons.

Xia Guo is particularly fond of dragons. Song Futing was no exception.

Cong Huai threw Xiao Qinglong again, and threw it into Song Futing’s hands: “Please take care of Xiao Qing.”

Song Futing thought it was cold, but it was hot.

He crossed his palms, raised his head to look at Baitang and Cong Huai, and looked at Song Futing rather aggrieved, then opened his mouth and bit Song Futing’s hand.

A warm light flashed across Xiao Qinglong and Song Futing’s bodies, and then disappeared.

Baitang patted Cong Huai on the shoulder: “You have abandoned your son and left.”

Cong Huai: “Prove that he is a white-eyed wolf.”

You can’t blame him entirely, can you?

Xiao Chen and Xiao Wang’s brains are not enough.

Song Futing hadn’t realized anything yet, but the little Qinglong in his palm suddenly started to act violently. He could feel that the little Qinglong was… regretting?

Song Futing: “It said it didn’t know it would happen…”

Baitang was very calm: “Mr. Song, Xiao Qinglong will be taken care of by you from now on, it has a fate with you. You will be its father from now on.”

Song Futing: “…”

Suddenly…?

Little Qinglong was about to fly back, but was thrown back by Baitang: “Stay well for me.”

Song Futing was still a little dazed: “Miss Bai…”

Xiao Chen and Xiao Wang were stunned, trying hard to digest what they saw and heard today.

Baitang didn’t care about this little problem at all: “Mr. Song, congratulations, you have entered the path of cultivation. From now on, you and Xiao Qinglong are connected by fate, and you will live and die together.”

Song Futing: “But isn’t this your son?”

Cong Huai snorted softly: “I don’t have a wife yet, where did my son come from?”

Baitang: “I’ve only known each other for half a month, so I can’t give birth.”

Then he clicked his tongue softly: “Cong Huai, look, it really is the Sikou family with a lot of branches and leaves.”

The entire Qianyun Mountain and Luoxia Town were surrounded by Taoists.

They went door to door to find where Cong Huai was.

Xiao Qinglong became more and more wronged. Slowly wrapped around Song Futing’s wrist, biting his tail, barely counted as a green bracelet all over.

(end of this chapter)