Chapter 499： The source of the spark (1) (1/2)

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An ancient dragon with a big mouth, a white figure, was thrown in front of the monsoon smoke.

”This little guy, I am looking for you back.” The ancient dragon was quite proud of watching the monsoon smoke, pushing the white screen on the ground with the nose to push the front of the monsoon smoke.

At the beginning of the battle, Bai Ze was hidden in a safe corner by the monsoon smoke. Before the ancient dragon saw the monsoon smoke in the training field, he couldn’t squeeze in so much, so he took it easy. The hidden white zebra came over.

The monsoon smoke looked like a dragon's mouth, and the wet white hair suddenly felt a little dumbfounding.

Bai Ze shook his mouth and shook his wet eyes to the side of the monsoon smoke, and squatted on the side of the monsoon smoke.

”It’s hard for you today.” The monsoon smoke looked up at the ancient dragon.

The ancient dragon sighed: ”I am not helping you with white, you should have forgotten what I promised.”

The monsoon smoke glimpsed a little, and suddenly chuckled, ”I can't forget, I talk.”

The ancient dragon just nodded with satisfaction.

The monsoon smoke dried the saliva of Bai Ze and turned to look at the star building standing behind her.

The accident in the restaurant of the day made her afraid of the Star House. I thought I had arrived at Imperial College. The two were afraid that they would not meet again for three or five years, but they did not want to... it was unpredictable.

”I still have some things, I will not go with you for the time being, this time... thank you...” The monsoon smoke took a deep breath and tried to calmly face the star building.

There was a doubt in the beautiful face of the star building.

”What else do you have?”

The monsoon smoke smiled and said: ”I am going to find someone.”

Monsoon smoke does not want to expose the identity of the fire to too much, just a vague opening.

However, the vagueness of the monsoon smoke fell into the ears of the Star Tower, but it was clear that he looked at the monsoon smoke smoothly. Rao is a monsoon smoke that has been easily covered, but he still feels To, the monsoon smoke does not seem to resist.