Cute Beast World: Beast Husband, Memeda!

Slowly hanging on the rock wall, she gritted her teeth and called the system in a trembling voice: "Xiaoba, why did the emergency transfer program fail to start? You can't let me have such a fatal problem at this critical moment!"

Xiaoba's voice seemed to be disturbed and sounded intermittent.

"I...I'm doing maintenance...Hold on..."

Slowly but without tears: "I really want to hold up the pillar, but this bone knife may not be able to hold it up!"

Due to her weight, the bone knife had begun to slide down little by little along the cracks in the rock.

Xiaoba: "There is a problem with this place... I will contact the prophet..."

Before he finished speaking, his voice stopped abruptly.

He called Xiaoba's name slowly several times, but never got any response.

The black dragon flapped its wings and flew up into the sky, stopping in mid-air. He saw the slow body hanging precariously on the rock wall.

Slowly and with difficulty he raised his head: "Xiao Hei, do you really not miss your old feelings at all?"

The black dragon said nothing.

Cynthia's order came from behind.

"Those three orcs are coming soon. Get rid of her quickly."

The black dragon leaned down and rushed down, stopping in front of her. He raised his hand to grab the bone knife in her hand. It seemed that he planned to pull out her bone knife and make her lose her support and fall into the magma pool.

Xuanyuan's eyes were red with anxiety, and tears came out of his eyes: "Xiao Hei, I have been looking for you for so long, chasing you from the Dawn Continent to the Secret Dragon Continent. It would be fine if I died by someone else, but if you want to kill me, I really unacceptable!"

The black dragon stopped and stared at her, not knowing what he was thinking.

Her eyes were filled with tears: "Can you go home with me? Stop helping others. Cynthia is not a good person."

The black dragon seemed to have not heard what she said, his eyes falling on her cheek.

He raised his finger and wiped her cheek, taking away a teardrop.

He stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked the tears off his fingertips.

It was salty, astringent and tasted terrible.

At the same time, there is also a strange feeling like a dream.

Black Dragon felt like he had found a demon, and wanted to taste the salty taste again.

With eyes slowly filled with surprise, the black dragon lowered his head, gently licked her face, and ate all the tears on her cheeks.

As those tears were swallowed, some scattered memory fragments were integrated into his bones and blood.

His eyes lit up slightly, as if dark golden light was flowing.

Slowly being licked by him felt awkward, but she couldn't spare her hand to refuse, so she could only stare at him with her face flushed: "What are you doing?"

The black dragon tilted his head to look at her, as if he was thinking about something very important.

Cynthia's voice came from above her head: "Haven't you finished her yet?"

Cynthia's words reminded Xuanyuan that her life was hanging by a thread now, and the embarrassment aroused by the black dragon just now was gone.

Staring at the black dragon slowly, there was a little pleading in his eyes.

"Don't kill me, okay?"

Black Dragon opened his mouth and made a jerky voice: "Slowly...slowly..."

After a brief moment of astonishment, Xuanyuan's eyes suddenly widened. She asked in disbelief: "Did you remember me?!"

"Slowly..." Heilong read her name several times again, and the pronunciation became clearer and more standard each time.

"It's me! I'm the slow one!"

If something wasn't wrong, Xuanyuan would have wanted to rush forward and hug him to express her excitement.

Cynthia waited for a long time but could not wait for the black dragon to come out. She was dissatisfied and raised her hand to pat Cyril on the head: "Go over and see what he is doing. If he is disobedient, you are welcome and teach him a lesson directly. "

"yes."

Cyril put her on the ground and stepped closer to the crater.

He leaned out half of his body, lowered his head and looked down, just in time to see the black dragon slowly climbing on the back.

"you……"

Before Cyril could finish speaking, Xuanyuan pointed at him and shouted: "Hit him!"

The black dragon opened his mouth and spit out a breath of dragon breath.

The huge black dragon's breath suddenly spurted out!

Cyril dodged quickly, but was still a step too slow. Half of his body was dissolved by the dragon's breath, leaving only a skeleton, and he let out a painful wail.

The black dragon slowly flew into the sky carrying it.

Cynthia saw Cyril staggering down and immediately roared in pain: "No!!"

She rushed over, grabbed Cyril's good arm, and tried to help him up.

Unfortunately it didn't work.

Cyril was too injured to stand up at all. He looked at Cynthia in front of him and wanted to talk to her, but when he opened his mouth, scarlet blood protruded.

"No, Cyril, you don't want to die," Cynthia hugged his neck, "I beg you, don't leave me!"

Cyril opened his mouth full of blood and made a hoarse voice: "Eat me and survive."

If you need flesh and blood to live, if I am destined to die.

Then please eat me.

I want to be your food and become one with you.

Cynthia was almost going crazy.

She was the one who saved Cyril from the slave traders, and she cut off the chains on his feet. He had been by her side ever since, like a robot, faithfully executing her every command.

Whether it was murder, arson, or a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire, he never hesitated.

Cynthia initially just regarded him as a slave who could be manipulated at will.

But after so many years, she had already become accustomed to his company.

Even she herself couldn't explain clearly what kind of feelings she had towards Cyril.

She only knew that if he left.

She is really the only one left in this world.

Cyril finally closed his eyes and died in her arms in a tragic way.

The chains tied to his feet could no longer restrict his freedom, but he insisted on keeping them, unwilling to take them off and throw them away.

Just like he has been protecting Cynthia for so many years.

Cynthia cried almost heartbroken.

Standing slowly on the back of the black dragon, looking down at this scene from a high position, I felt a little sad, but not the slightest bit soft-hearted.

To her, Cynthia was an enemy who wanted her life, and she was not as holy as she could be to forgive her enemies.

He said slowly: "Since Cynthia is so reluctant to part with Cyril, let's send her to accompany Cyril on the road."

The black dragon's belly rose and fell, opened its mouth and spit out a huge black dragon's breath, spraying towards Cynthia!

At the same time, a stream of red magma suddenly erupted from the crater, blocking the dragon's breath.

The magma collided with the dragon's breath, causing a fierce explosion that shook the earth and half of the sky was dyed red with flames.

Slowly and tightly hugging the black dragon's neck, she stuck her head out to look at the crater and saw a huge red figure looming.

Looks like a human being.

But upon closer inspection, I found that it was not a person.

"What the hell is that?"

No one could answer her question.

Cynthia noticed the appearance of the red figure. She trembled all over and had to let go of Cyril, and knelt down facing the red figure. There was a hint of fear in her voice: "Sir."