Sweat drenched his back…
The Young Dragon curled up into a ball, daring not to move.
It... it... it spoke!!!
The statue spoke!!!
Would the Evil Dragon die?
What to do, what to do, what to do?
If she ran over to the Valkyrie Statue right now and kowtowed a few times, asking it to forgive the Evil Dragon's rudeness, would it still be in time?
Wuuu wuuu...
It should be, right?
The Evil Dragon had raised her for nearly a month, and she really couldn't just watch him die before her very eyes. As a princess, if she kowtowed to the Valkyrie Statue a few times, the Valkyrie Statue should forgive the Evil Dragon, right?
Ah ah ah ah—
If he's going to die, then let him die.
Young Dragon Lucia got up, sprinted, slid on her knees... just as she was about to kowtow to the Valkyrie Statue, the statue's voice rang out again, "Who? Who's riding on my back? Get off right now, or I will have Lance beat you up."
