"Peh, peh peh peh..."
In the side chamber of the Fuyao Inn, the bright candlelight cast the shadow of a three-zhang long Candle Dragon.
Whether it was the dark dragon horn, dragon scale, or dragon tail, all shimmered with an awe-inspiring brilliance under the light, but at this moment, this Candle Dragon was utterly without dignity.
Floating in mid-air, the Candle Dragon shuddered violently after instinctively chewing a mouthful, then kept on spitting it out repeatedly.
Pillows and fragments of the bed planks spewed from her mouth to the ground, as if still not satisfied, she tried to reach them with her dragon claw.
But how could the dragon claw of the transformed dragon Zhiyu reach her mouth?
So she had to bend her dragon body and continued to spit endlessly.
Sitting on the bed, Lu Jin'an's eyelids were twitching continuously; in that moment just now, he truly felt like the hairs on his body stood up.
