The Dragon stopped in front of song qingxiao. It paused for a while before opening its mouth. The thing in its mouth fell out and rolled two times before hitting song qingxiao's bare feet.
"Dragon horn?"
Those were the horns of the Black Dragon King, and they still carried some blood Qi.
When song Qing saw this, he was pleasantly surprised.
She couldn't help but smile and Pat the dragon's head as if she was complimenting it.
The shrunken 'petite' dragon head came over obediently and rubbed against her cheek and forehead like a spoiled child. Its intimate and slightly fawning divine breath was transmitted to her spirit.
The Black Dragon King's horns were a treasure. When song qingxiao fought with it, they were so hard that she could not damage them even in her nüwa true form.
She picked it up. The pair of Dragon horns were extremely heavy in her hands, and there was a faint light flowing on the horns, without the slightest scar.
