Then there was a click, and the door of the aircraft opened.

Zhu Chuan raised his lips and said, "Come up."

Rong Huang stared at the two corners of Zhu Chuan's head for two seconds, rubbing his hands in excitement.

Look at this breed, isn't it a dragon dragon?

It has been many years since the God Realm had a little dragon cub, and Rong Huangxin said that this great king was the first time he saw a real dragon.

Want to touch.

Rong Huang stood up, habitually patted the non-existent dust on his butt, and walked towards the aircraft parked in front.

Rong Huang decided that the first thing she did when she climbed onto the aircraft was to touch the dragon's horns on Feng's diseased head.

It feels good to the touch.

Before taking two steps, a series of deafening rumblings suddenly came from behind him.

Rong Huang sensed the danger, quickly turned his head and saw dozens of mechas and battle starships behind her.

"The person in front, don't move, squat down with your hands holding your head."

The icy mechanical sound sounded, with the coldness of killing and decisiveness.

Rong Huang: "???"

There was another burst of clicks, and hundreds of firepower pointed directly at the aircraft where Rong Huang and Zhu Chuan were behind Rong Huang.

The dark blue whirlpool-like muzzle was brewing artillery, and it seemed that if Rong Huang took a step forward in the next moment, he would shoot at them without hesitation.

Rong Huang touched his head, want to fight with her?

I'm a little excited.

Upon seeing Zhu Chuan in the aircraft, he guessed that the monitoring equipment of Emperor Duxing had detected the existence of Rong Huang.

Zhu Chuan's golden eye pupils had almost become dangerous vertical pupils, so cold to the bones.

The slender fingers of the joints tapped a few times on the terminal, and the man's cold expression was reflected in the white light in the aircraft.

Rong Huang wanted to call glutton out to fight, and suddenly remembered that glutton had been kept by her next door to Rong's house.

Rong Huang took a light breath, wondering if they saw the peacock-like vulture she had just slaughtered, so they wanted to arrest her?

But this is not a problem, just hit it.

Just as Rong Huang was about to take out a small axe and directly chop off these high-tech things at first glance, he caught a glimpse of a figure flashing out of the aircraft.

Immediately afterwards, an ancient and majestic dragon chant sounded, resounding throughout the entire star field.

Rong Huang clearly saw the dozens of mechas shaking.

Rong Huang: "..."

Before Rong Huang could look carefully, he was wrapped around his waist with a gentle force.

Rong Huang was lightly shaken and was taken to the **** dragon's head.

"Sit down." The black giant vomited, his voice low and sweet.

It was a voice that Rong Huang was familiar with.

Rong Huang hugged two huge horns to stabilize his figure, and looked down at the head of the big dragon under his butt, slowly showing a "?" expression on his face.

Rong Huang touched the slippery dragon's horns and let out a soft ah.

It turns out that Feng's disease is really a dragon.

Rong Huang's heart was very excited. He was too excited for a while and couldn't help but rubbed forward. His two thin arms spread out, and one embraced the slippery, slightly cool touch of the dragon's horns.

Rong Huang felt that it was not enough, his soft white face was pressed against the horns of the dragon's horns, and he rubbed against him, his eyes exuding the obsession of an addict.

Well, it's so comfortable.

Zhu Chuan shook his whole body when he was rubbed, and almost couldn't hold back the little guy on top of his head.

The imperial officer over there looked at the black dragon that almost occupies a large star field on the opposite side, and looked at each other in the control room.

"Lord Horace?" Finally, someone asked his companions tightly.