Marrying a sick dragon

Chapter 62

"For what?" Fu Mingxu was stunned for a moment, but when he realized it, his face was flushed, and it took a long time to make up for it, "I'm talking about the flying magic weapon!"

Han Tao didn't seem to understand the meaning of his words, he just repeated: "I will give it to you."

There are people coming and going in the square city, and there are many eyes secretly looking at this side, which is obviously not a good place to talk.

Fu Mingxu felt that his skin was much thicker than before, and at this moment he didn't even have the urge to hide his face and run away, but pursed his lips and said, "I'll give you the spirit stone."

While talking, the two had already quickened their pace and returned to the small courtyard. He saw Han Tao standing there with his back straight and silent, thinking that he regretted selling him the flying magic weapon in the city lord's mansion.

But Fu Mingxu didn't want to let go of the magic flying weapon that was approaching his mouth.

"Even if I don't have enough spirit stones now, I can make alchemy, and I can always get all the spirit stones together." He was very excited about the fastest flying magic weapon. With the highest quality, he didn't want to think about anything else at all. .

The two stood facing each other after entering the gate, and when Fu Mingxu tried to persuade him, Han Tao suddenly closed the gate.

The sound of closing the door with a "bang" sounded, and the hearts of both of them trembled at the same time.

The tall and straight figure leaned slightly towards him, the extremely aggressive aura kept approaching, the bright golden eyes looked deeply, and the emotions inside were tumbling.

Fu Mingxu's raised eyelashes trembled twice, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

"I don't want Lingshi." Han Tao leaned over to block the sunlight behind him, his breath came out twice, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, "Can you give me something else?"

others?

Fu Mingxu didn't realize what he said, but the other party's powerful aura made his brain turn much slower, and his upper and lower lips bald: "Don't you still want me to promise you with your body?"

When he finished speaking, he almost bit off his tongue.

Han Tao wanted him to promise him with his body, but unfortunately he knew that the other party was just saying it casually, so he couldn't take it seriously.

Besides, if he really wanted to agree with him because of this matter, he was sure that Fu Mingxu would run very fast.

In just two days, the peach blossoms on the spirit peach tree have fallen cleanly, leaving the tree full of luxuriant branches and leaves dancing in the breeze.

Fu Mingxu retreated under the tree and was imprisoned by Han Tao, the emotion in his golden eyes startled him.

"What do you want to do?" He was forced to raise his neck and said hesitantly, "Forget it, I don't want your flying magic weapon anymore."

He thought Han Tao would let him go if he said this, but he didn't expect the other party to shake his head: "You must."

Is this still a strong buy and sell?Fu Mingxu was shocked.

He was about to struggle, but Han Tao said again: "I don't want spirit stones, and I don't want your body promise, I will give you the fastest flying magic weapon in Cangling Continent."

"You just need to give me a gift in return."

Fu Mingxu was stunned on the ground, even forgot to push him away when he kept approaching, and asked in surprise, "Are you joking?"

There is such a good thing in this world?Could it be that he is really the chosen one, that magic weapons like to fall from the sky?

Fu Mingxu thought about it for a while, and asked with trepidation: "A gift in return? Is a elixir okay?"

He said seriously: "Bapin Dan."

Unexpectedly, Han Tao shook his head: "Dragon people don't like to take pills."

Fu Mingxu understood, and came again without discouragement: "High-ranking Lingzhi?"

"Dragon Clan doesn't like Lingzhi."

Fu Mingxu thought of the spirit flowers and grasses that were randomly planted together in the city lord's mansion, and gave up this idea.

"Exquisite Spirit Stone?"

Immediately, he himself denied this option, because he remembered the top-quality spirit stones piled up in the city lord's mansion.

The leaves above his head rustled in the wind. Fu Mingxu turned his gaze, and when he raised his eyes, his eyes fell on his shoulders. Suddenly, Fu Zhixin said, "Do you like hairbands? The golden ones."

The breeze blew past, and the cyan hairband leaned back with the black hair like a butterfly flying.

His eyes are black and bright, and Han Tao can see his own clear reflection just by lowering his head.Only at this moment, he has only himself in his eyes.

After saying this, Fu Mingxu was also a little nervous. He touched his chest subconsciously to make sure that the hairband in his arms was still there, and then felt a burst of inexplicable anxiety.

Han Tao had a panoramic view of his little movements, his pursed lips slightly curled up, and he replied in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I like it."

A dignified dragon doesn't want any natural materials and earthly treasures, but he likes headbands.

After Fu Mingxu was shocked, he was incomparably puzzled, secretly lamenting that he still had a stereotype of the Dragon Clan.

Everything was a coincidence, if he hadn't gone to the tailor shop alone that day, he must have doubted that Han Tao knew what he bought.

"Hairband?" He intentionally showed appropriate surprise on his face, and then patted his forehead suddenly after thinking for a while, "By the way, what a coincidence, I happen to have an unused one!"

Before touching the starting strap, he persuaded himself that exchanging a hair strap for a flying magic weapon is indeed a good deal.

In this way, he pulled out the golden hair band from his arms without blushing and heartbeating.

Han Tao looked down at the golden hairband fluttering gently between his thin white fingers, and said in a somewhat uncomfortable tone, "Well, I happen to like this color."

Fu Mingxu looked down at the pure golden hair, and had a new understanding of the dragon's aesthetics.

When it was time to actually send the hair tie out, it wasn't as difficult as I imagined at first. The matter of the hair tie and the flying magic weapon were resolved at the same time, and there was new news about his father's whereabouts. Fu Mingxu was in a good mood.

In a happy mood, he pinched the hairband with both fingers and said with a light smile, "In that case, I'll change it for you now."

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became more charming. Seeing that he was obviously stunned, Fu Mingxu raised the hairband between his fingers and curled the corner of his mouth: "Don't you really like it?"

With this smile, the clouds and mist between the eyebrows and eyes dissipated immediately, revealing the unique beautiful aura inside.

Han Tao's heart beat wildly for several beats, he hurriedly grabbed his hand, and his voice became a little more urgent: "I like it."

After speaking, as if he was afraid that Fu Mingxu would regret it, he took the initiative to sit on the stone bench, and did not forget to turn his head after sitting down, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Fu Mingxu raised his eyebrows slightly, without saying anything, he walked behind him by pulling his hair tie.

Han Tao's hair was thick and black, but the hair he started with was a bit stiff. He removed the bundled hair and moved his fingers nimbly through the hair. It was the first time he saw the other person's profile from this angle when he lowered his head.

The human form of the Dragon Clan can be considered tall and handsome, but perhaps Han Tao's nature is ruthless and stoic, and he is used to showing off others with a cool look.

Compared with the handsomeness of the human race, his face in the traditional sense is more aggressive.

"Are you ready?" Han Tao tilted his head slightly, his cold side face became very soft.

Fu Mingxu's fingers kept moving, and his voice became heavier: "Don't move around."

Hearing this, Han Tao instantly looked like a sculpture.

However, Fu Mingxu is very skilled at tying his hair. Although Han Tao has a lot of hair, he also has a lot of hair. He is quite experienced in tying his own hair, and he can do it with ease.

When the hair is tied up, the headband issue is over.

"Okay." Fu Mingxu watched with satisfaction as the golden headband melted into his black hair, "Stand up and have a look."

Han Tao stood together according to his words, his face seemed a little uncomfortable: "How?"

He was tall and stern, and in the past he gave people a sense of not being close to him.But at this time in front of Fu Mingxu, the dragon's sharp claws were all put away, presenting the only gentleness in front of him.

The strong sword eyebrows flew obliquely into the temples, and the hairband was occasionally embellished with gold during the movements, giving people a different kind of arrogant and stern aesthetic feeling.

At this moment, or perhaps the sun was dazzled, Fu Mingxu admired it.

"Not bad." He gave a thumbs up without hesitation, "Very handsome."

Few people use the word "jun" to describe a dragon, but Han Tao was very happy to hear it, with a soft smile in his eyes, and a deep and magnetic voice: "If that's the case, follow me back to the City Lord's Mansion."

He paused, "Go get the flying magic weapon."

The matter here is over, and Fu Mingxu can't find a reason to refute, not to mention that he has to go back to Fu's house in Yunhan City to get the map of Wuwang Island.

The result of his not refusing was that someone hugged his waist tightly, but the other party said with reason and evidence: "It's faster to walk from the forbidden area of ​​the dragon clan in the back mountain."

Fu Mingxu still wanted to speak, but he was almost swallowed by the wind blowing in his face, so he had to close his mouth quickly and switch to sound transmission.

"Slow down." He felt the wind whistling past his ears, and couldn't help sighing, "Is there any flying magic weapon that can fly faster than you?"

In just a few sentences, the two arrived at the back mountain of Tianxuanzong, where they appeared at the beginning.

Before Fu Mingxu had time to look at the surrounding scenery, he heard Han Tao's voice: "Don't be afraid, hold on to me."

When he reacted, the two of them suddenly fell towards a certain Lingtan water.

"what!"

Fu Mingxu shouted instinctively, the vain feeling of falling forced him to hold on to the skirt of the other party tightly, for fear that he would fall if he let go.

Fine air bubbles emerged from the top of the two heads, and the pressure of the water flow made him and Han Tao very close.

But obviously now is not the time to think about these small details, Fu Mingxu held his breath and said via voice transmission: "Are you sure this is the fastest route."

What answered him was Han Tao's hands clenched more and more tightly. He didn't see the light until he felt the pain in his waist from being grasped.

The sound of "哗啦" sounded, and the two really appeared in the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain.

Fu Mingxu was wet all over, and the green shirt was tightly attached to his body, outlining his thin waist.Water dripped continuously from the black hair, and some drops of water flowed down the forehead, and when they converged on the chin, they just condensed into a thin stream of water.

"I said, let go first..."

Before he could finish his words, darkness suddenly invaded the sky and covered the sky in an instant.

At the same time, Fu Mingxu only felt that his figure was unstable, as if his body was being rolled forward.

He slowly lowered his head thoughtfully, and sure enough, he saw a long golden tail curling around his waist, and he didn't know where he wanted to lead him.

The author says:

Fu Mingxu: What a big tail!

I'm coming!

I've been on leave for so long, are you still watching?