Uncle

Della could no longer suppress the changes in her body. A pair of hideous and ugly dragon horns emerged from her icy blue hair.

The evil dragon flapped its wings in disgust and was a little puzzled. "Della, I've already informed you about this before. Why didn't you run away?"

Even in the Giant Dragon tribe, kinship did not exist.

However, the evil dragon still could not bear to see his only sister die. Before they set off, he had already told Della to hide as far away as possible so that she would not be found by him.

The evil dragon even took the initiative to sell out his itinerary, so that Della would not run into him.

"What's the use of running away, little brother?" Della was a little amused.

The dragon race had always fought to the death. As long as there was even the slightest bit of blood that could prove that this person was still alive, the dragon race would never give up.

She already had a child of her own in this world.