Ao Bing's fingertips were still warm from the mixed twill. On the seventh rebirth, he found that Nezha had fallen at an Angle three inches different from the previous one. The fire-tipped gun that should have penetrated the dragon's heart brushed the collarbone, and when the boy pressed up with the weight of seaweed breath, Aobing smelled the smell of lotus mixed with rust. "Your heart is pounding." Nezha's breath swept the counterscale behind his ear, the dragon's most sensitive heart. Mixed day ayaya spontaneous entangled two people overlapping wrist, Aobing see young pupil reflected his face - the corner of the eye crimson, silver hair and red ayaya difficult to separate each other to twist. The submarine volcano woke up in the space-time shock, and the lava lit up the sweat on Nezha's neck. Aobing suddenly realized how dangerous their position was. The boy's thighs were stuck in the gap between the scales in front of his dragon, and if he moved a little, he would brush against the soft scales that had not yet hardened. "Don't..." Aobing's warning was interrupted by the sudden tilt of the dome. In order to protect the back of Nezha's head against the crystal pillar, the blood fell along the lines of the dragon's horn, and the red plum blossoms opened in the white skirt of Ao Bing. The pain made Nezha laugh out loud: "The blood of the little dragon man is mint." His bloody thumb pressed Ao Bing's slightly opened lips, and the samadhi fire jumped on his fingertips. "Would you like to taste Xiao Ye's?"