The little golden dragon's blood transfusion lasted for a whole day and a night. During this period of time, Shen Yanxiao and Yang Xi stood guard at the entrance. Neither of them had a wink of sleep.
On the morning of the third day, an unfamiliar dragon might suddenly filled the entire nest. Shen Yanxiao and Yang Xi immediately stood up and saw a trace of nervousness in each other's eyes.
"Success?" Yang Xi was a little nervous.
"It should have succeeded." Shen Yanxiao nodded.
Although the Dragon God was a little silly, it should not be a problem for him as a superior god.
The next second, a figure walked out.
Shen Yanxiao and Yang Xi held their breaths.
"I feel a little dizzy to have to bleed just after being resurrected. Sure enough, the endurance of a mortal body cannot be compared with that of a divine body." The Dragon God walked out casually, his face slightly pale.
