"Strange things happen every year. There are especially many of them this year." Zeng Zhaozhi said with a sigh.
"Master, I just felt that there was a familiar smell on their bodies, but I couldn't tell what it was. Why did they give off such a strange smell? Only the dragon race has this kind of smell. How did it come from the three of them?" The Horned Dragon pointed at Zeng Zhaoli, Tangbin, and Liu Linfeng.
"What kind of familiar smell, what kind of dragon aura, I really don't understand what you're talking about..." Halfway through her sentence, Ying Xue seemed to have realized something. She pulled Zeng Zhaoli, Tang Li, and Liu Linfeng aside and said softly, "This is bad. The 'Holy Armor of Dragon' you three wear is the dragon skin of the dragon tribe. Do you want to tell the Horned
