Doraemon: Rebirth of Mushan Yingcai

Chapter 215 Strange Robot

An unspeakable feeling appeared in the taste buds, and seeing Daxiong's family wanting to know how they felt, they could only bite the bullet and say, "It's delicious!"

"Of course, I bought it from that old store with a long history." Nobita said with a look of course.

After reluctantly swallowing it, Doraemon laughed in her heart: "I hate sweets the most, and today I would say such a thing against my will. I really have fallen."

At the same time, above the sky, a figure flew quickly, and there was a huge red figure on its back.

"It's the first time to use Shenlong's innate flying power. It's really amazing. Compared with the magic used before, I don't know how much better it is." Xiaoshan smiled as he felt the flow of air around him and the relaxed feeling from his whole body.

Looking up at the red robot, he said, "What's your origin? You appeared in this place, the wormhole you passed through, and the police car. The one in the car has been used before. It's obviously the handcuffs you just took off."

After a pause, he continued: "Your real origin should be a prisoner or thief in the future world."

The red robot didn't make any response, it just kept opening its eyes, it was obvious that he hadn't woken up from his lethargy.

"Forget it! Ask you now and you won't be able to find out why, the future will be long!" Xiaoshan said indifferently.

"The idiot master is really fun!"

There was a playful voice like a child's in my mind, Xiaoshan could guess it with her toes, it was Xiaoying's voice.

"What's the matter with you?" Xiaoshan said impatiently.

Regarding the shadow of Shenlong, it may be because he has been liberated from the long-standing boredom recently, and he has become very talkative. From time to time, he said a few words in Xiaoshan's mind. He must have been bored just now, so he came to chat with himself.

Shenlong Zhiying said playfully: "The idiot master has not had a good chat with everyone for at least 10 years, so you can grant my little wish."

In an instant, the shadow of the dragon hovering in a ball appeared in his mind, and the sharp dragon eyes looked at him pitifully.

A bad feeling appeared in her heart, and Xiaoshan had no choice but to chat with him while flying.

"When were you created, Xiaoying?" Xiaoshan, who wanted to get some information through communication, asked suddenly.

The shadow of Shenlong recalled a little, and said: "30 years ago, I was originally a part of the shadow of the Black Dragon King. I had no consciousness, no body, and no life. Wang put forward a lot of harsh conditions, but I don't know what Lord Sword Immortal said to the Black Dragon King, and the Black Dragon King agreed to all the requirements without any delay."

Pausing for a moment, he seemed to try hard to think back again and said: "Since that day, I was taken away from the Black Dragon Island. In a place, I was trained by Master Sword Immortal for a thousand years, and then I was fused with a large amount of the Black Dragon King's blood, dragon I was entrusted to Lao Ying. For hundreds of thousands of years, that guy has been assassinating and assassinating all day long. It seems that he can do nothing but assassination. I have been bored for hundreds of thousands of years. The time I spend talking more is the time Master Sword Immortal spends with me. I really miss Master Sword Immortal. Lao Ying won’t let me see him at all.”

In Shenlongying's tone, apart from nostalgia for the past, there was also respect for the Lord Sword Immortal and complaints about the dark shadow.

Xiaoshan really didn't expect that Shenlongying, who sounded like a child's voice, was already 30 years old.

"Why are your ages measured in tens of thousands?" Xiaoshan said depressingly.

The shadow of Shenlong smiled and said: "Cultivation is the highest, it can fit the Dao, and increase the lifespan. The level of the Black Dragon King and the Sword Immortal are all existences in charge of a Dao by one person. No one dares to disobey them. They are all at the level of the Eight Desolation Strong."

There was a light in the eyes, and Xiaoshan asked: "What does the Eight Desolation level mean?"

"Idiot master, hurry up and land at the station, if you don't stop, it will be too much." Shenlong Ying urged.

Xiaoshan, who was carrying the red robot on his back, hurriedly looked down and saw that he was really home.

Fly to the window, look left and right to confirm that there is no one there, then quickly open the window, put the red robot in, and walk in quickly.

Xiaoshan's father and mother have already left at home, and they won't come back at least eight or nine o'clock in the evening, so Xiaoshan is so unscrupulous, and directly puts the red robot on the tatami without any disguise.

After finishing all this, Xiaoshan sat down cross-legged, looked at the red robot, and asked in his heart: "Xiaoying! Tell me about Bahuang."

"Okay!" The shadow of the dragon in his mind agreed.

An ancient existence, with the narration of the Dragon Shadow, slowly unveiled his mysterious veil.

On the ancient planet of cultivation, countless powerful and powerful people emerged in the eight wastelands, stunning and brilliant, but they all lowered their arrogant heads in front of eight peerless powerful people.

About a million years ago, eight peerless geniuses appeared one after another, but there was no news about them, as if they appeared out of thin air.

The Immortal Sword of Zhuxian, the four swords come together, the sword spirit of Zhuxian, the sword shakes the world.

The ruthless fairy, the magic sound of the green flute, fell into the sea of ​​love and never woke up.

The king of the black dragon, with unparalleled physique and useless magic weapon, the combination of dragon balls, the power of the dragon sweeps away the world.

Twelve-winged seraphim, the Archangel of God Desolation, bathes in the divine light, prays to the Lord, and the divine light shines all over the world.

Twelve-winged fallen angel, the king of the underworld, with fallen wings, and the fallen feathers are scattered all over the world.

The ancestor in the spear, sacrificed with one spear, who can compete with him in the eight wastes?

Monk Wuhen, the abbot of Fohuang, chants the sound of the Buddha, purifying the fragrance all day long. The sound of the Buddha transforms into the sound of the great road. With one word, he can kill enemies from thousands of miles away, and the supreme Buddha's will can save the eight wastes.

Human Sovereign, Xuanyuan Divine Sword, Lord of Human Desolation, mighty and mighty, in charge of imperial power, Emperor of the Eight Desolations.

They grow so fast that at the fastest speed, they stand at the highest point of the Eight Desolations, overlooking all living beings. Eight people divide the Eight Desolations, and one person controls the other. Up to now, a million years have passed in a blink of an eye.

"It's amazing!" Xiao Shan said, staring at her two big eyes.

"Of course, you have to know that even an adult who is called a sword fairy dare not say that he can beat other people. The powerhouse of the Eight Desolation level is not a guy like you who forcibly raised to the level of a fairy with a secret method. I imagined it." Shadow of the Dragon said with fear.

Uh!
Suddenly the red robot made a sound, stood up quickly, saw Xiaoshan, his face showed a happy color, jumped up, and danced with his hands and feet, just like an idiot.

Looking at the guy in front of him, Kosugi remained silent for a while, and finally sighed and said: "A strange robot?"

(End of this chapter)