The black blood seeping through the gaps in the Dragon Scale began to coagulate.
He gently nudged Luna Sutton's cheek with an unimaginable tenderness, showing no trace of The Mad Dragon.
"Luna's medicine... so sweet..."
Luna Sutton couldn't help but laugh and cry, smacking him on the head: "Have you gone mad enough? If so, get down quickly..."
Before she finished speaking, her body was lifted into the air by the Dragon Tail wrapped around her waist.
"Ah..."
She screamed in fear, thinking she'd definitely end up as a pancake today.
She sighed internally: A madman is truly a madman.
Just about to use vines to hook onto the distant treetop.
When Mael Valerius suddenly dived down, transforming into human form, catching her steadily just before she hit the ground.
The solid, burning chest was against her back, warm breaths sprayed on her face, and a wild laugh echoed in her ear: "Still as afraid of death as you were when you were little, Luna."
