Douluo's Golden Crocodile

Longxing City is located in the north of the Star Luo Empire. It is less than 200 meters away from the junction of the two empires. It is truly a border city.

It itself is not under the direct jurisdiction of the Star Luo Empire royal family, but is the territory of a subordinate kingdom. Because this small city of trade is extremely prosperous, there is an endless stream of passing merchants.

A group of motorcades drove rapidly on the street, stirring up bursts of dust, and then stopped outside a large mansion in the east of Longxing City. The huge momentum of the convoy naturally attracted everyone's attention. Two strong men had already ran out of the gate opposite. They must be members of the rational clan, and they look shorter, but they give people a heavier feeling.

A strong man looked at the emaciated old man coming out of the carriage with a puzzled look on his face, "I wonder if you are here this time to see our patriarch?"

As children of the Yu clan, they also knew that the relationship between the skinny old man in front of them and the head of their family was reasonable, but they were not close enough to visit frequently when they had nothing to do.

If Tianchen were here, he would have discovered that the old man's appearance was about 70% or 80% similar to that of Yang Wushuang, and his eyes were very gloomy, giving people a gloomy feeling.

This emaciated old man is an eighty-two-level Contra strongman from the Po Zhi clan, the patriarch Yang Wudi. Bai Chenxiang, who was dressed in plain clothes, also followed the old man out of the carriage. The somewhat sluggish Chu Chu pitiful look made people feel pity for her.

At this moment, a deep voice came from the palace of the Yu clan. "Old goat, what do you think you are doing with our imperial clan by mobilizing troops like this?"

Inside the open door was a figure no less powerful than a Titan. An old man walked in from inside, with a face as thick as a jujube. Her hair is as short as a steel needle and gray in color. He has a rosy face and a pair of big copper bell eyes. Although the robe worn outside was very wide with extremely broad shoulders, it was still clear before taking action that his extremely majestic figure could be seen.

The visitor frowned and looked at Yang Wudi and the others, but when his eyes moved to the red-eyed girl next to Yang Wudi, he quickly asked with concern.

"What happened to Xiangxiang? Why didn't your grandpa come with you?"

"Grandpa Niu Gao, our sensitive clan was destroyed, he also died in the battle." Tears kept rolling in Bai Chenxiang's eyes when Niu Gao mentioned the sad thing. Bai Chenxiang said with sobs while biting her red lips tightly.

Hearing this, Niu Gao's expression suddenly changed. Horror and soul power pressure swept over him along with his furious emotions. Surrounded by a group of disciples of the imperial family, they looked at Bai Chenxiang in surprise.

"What's going on with the old goat?" Niu Gao tried his best to calm down the violent fluctuations in his heart and looked at Yang Wudi, whose face was gloomy.

At this time, Bai Chenxiang was already crying, tears falling from the corners of her eyes one by one.

Yang Wudi comforted Bai Chenxiang with a few words, stepped forward stiffly, looked directly at Niu Gao's clenched fists, and bowed his head regretfully.

"Specifically, I don't know who did it, I'm pretty sure. Although the old white bird is pedantic and rigid, he will not offend people easily. Forget it, I have already notified the old orangutan before. Wait for him to come over. Let's talk about it later. You first have someone prepare a room for Xiangxiang. This girl hasn't slept a wink for several days."

"Hey, you guys come in first." Niu Gao sighed and waved his hand to the clan members to get ready.

Yang Wudi waved his hand without interest and walked into the mansion with a descendant of the Po clan.

But Tianchen, who is in Wuhun City, has no way of knowing what happened.

……

Seven days later. The center of Wuhun City is a magnificent manor.

Wandering in the flowerbed is the thousand-year-old blue silver king. Its surface is shining with a faint blue light, its cool and soft scent is refreshing. Tianchen, who was leaning on a chair in the shade of a tree, looked at the beautiful figure in front of him with soft eyes.

Ye Lingling seems to still love pure white, wearing a silver-white dress. The silvery white hair is tied behind the head, and the begonia flowers of different colors are carefully taken care of. The warm evening breeze came towards Yingmai and lifted up Ye Lingling's skirt, revealing a pair of fair, tender and slender legs.

"Tianchen, look!" Ye Lingling picked off a white begonia flower and tied it on her head. Looking at Tianchen with such a playful appearance, he was slightly stunned.

But in Ye Lingling's view, Tianchen was obviously dissatisfied. He walked up to Tianchen and snatched the silver wine glass from Tianchen's hand with a somewhat absent-minded smile and a gradually fading smile.

The fragrance of fruit wine and the clattering sound of ice cubes echoed around him. Tianchen came back to his senses and pulled Ye Lingling onto his lap with a smile.

"Okay Lingling, I was distracted."

"Hmph." Ye Lingling hummed softly and leaned into Tianchen's arms. Her beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned as if she was thinking about something.

"Tianchen, how long will it take you to practice in Death Canyon this time?"

"About a year." Tianchen stroked Ye Lingling's long silver hair with his right hand, and the two of them looked at the sunset slowly falling in the distance. The setting sun was the afterglow that completely turned the entire manor into rose gold. The two of them tacitly enjoyed this rare tranquility without saying anything.

Just when the night was completely enveloped, the two intertwined figures staggered back to the castle room. The heat of the heartbeat and the heaviness of the breathing were clearly audible in the room.

"Lingling, why don't you try changing into this one?" Tianchen's malicious voice sounded in the room.

Ye Lingling rolled her eyes at Tianchen with an angry look, but she didn't refuse even though she thought that Tianchen would go to Death Canyon to practice tomorrow. However, looking at Tianchen pretending to be a maid in her hand, her eyes were a little weird.

Tianchen smiled coquettishly and took out a fluffy white tail from the soul guide and handed it to Ye Lingling. This tail is taken from the soft and fluffy tail of a thousand-year-old snow fox. On the other end of the tail is a strange ball-shaped object made of metal.

"Lingling, why don't you try this too?"

"roll!"

……

There was a sudden heavy rain in Wuhun City that night. All kinds of begonia flowers in the flower garden were soaked.

In particular, the pure white begonia flower that grows most luxuriantly in the flower bed has withstood the wind and rain all night and was whipped mercilessly many times. It weakly hung down its flower bones, but after being baptized by the storm, it lifted it up again with high spirits. The head seemed to be reborn.

The glistening glistening on the petals is dewdrops, which are stained with a little mud and appear muddy and sticky, dripping drop by drop from top to bottom.