The black dragon Constance was in a very bad mood, and there were many reasons for the bad - for example, the flame monarch in the volcano in the west was trying to barbecue again, although he was unwilling to eat the things he cooked; the tauren at the foot of the south was drunk and the severely dislosive song could kill Bemon; and, those damn lichs, can't they stop discussing academic research? It's enough to know that one plus one equals two, why do you have to know why equals two?

"I've had enough. There are no normal creatures in this dungeon!" Sighing and shook his head, Constance licked his front paws, intending to land the deep pit dug yesterday. It also understood that its behavior was no different from those lunatics, but if it didn't find anything to do, how could it take this long time? If you want to blame, it's blame that this dungeon is too far from the mainland, and those knights and adventurers who can be used for fun have not been here for fifty years.

"I hate that sacred barrier. Aren't citizens free to move?" sighed aggrievedly. Constance looked upward, and faintly white light was revealed in the rock layer there - although it was beautiful, it prevented the residents of the dungeon from leaving here. Damn Pope, why did he have the strength to set up the barrier before he fell down? Could it be that he was returning... wait, what was the thing that fell from the white light?

With a muffled bang, the figure that suddenly appeared in the white light had already hit Constance's head heavily. Although he was a little dizzy, the black dragon instinctively stretched out his front paws and caught the falling figure. Several years later, the bards even wrote a song "Constance's Front Paws" to praise its achievements in stretching its claws. At this time, the reserved black dragon would always clear his throat and sigh with a certain expression of seeking credit: "Actually, at that moment, I realized the possession of the souls of the gods!"

In fact, Constance was not completely nonsense. At this moment, it was indeed possessed by the god of gods, but the one who possessed it was the god of doubt. Looking at the coma man in his claws, the expression on the black dragon's face could only be described as a hundred thousand whys. It had never seen a human appear in the dungeon in this way. Moreover, this human also has short black hair and yellow skin, which is completely different from all races on the continent.

"Is it really a human? It looks good..." Constance was still not sure when he gently flirted with his claws. It looked at the other person carefully - although his body was a bit weak, his face was pretty, with a somewhat elegant temperament similar to a nobleman. If we look at it by human standards, this prey was also considered a handsome man, and the handsome man generally tasted more chewy!

"Don't worry, eat it first!" After licking his lips, Constance opened his bloody mouth with satisfaction, intending to swallow the spoils whole. However, at this moment, the unconscious man suddenly woke up slowly, and his black eyes made Constance slightly stunned. Then, after seeing the black dragon, the awakened man was a little surprised at first, and then sighed: "I dreamed again. I should have known that I can't play too many games!"

"Game?" Constance paused and repeated in confusion. When he heard its thunderous sound, the man who had closed his eyes opened his eyes again. This time he did not sigh, but supported himself on the dragon claws and looked around in confusion. A few minutes later, he suddenly bit his finger, biting so hard that Constance couldn't bear to frown and asked carefully: "Doesn't this hurt?"

"It hurts!" The man's answer was very straightforward. But the next moment, he suddenly rolled his eyes and shouted in the most shrill voice: "Save, help!"
Chapter completed!