A fellow member of the dragon clan, messing around and becoming a dragon

There are 202 vermilion torii gates along the road to the place where the gods of Takayama Shrine are located. In the lush green scenery of trees, the red torii gates are always the most conspicuous ones. Li Tong looked out the window boredly at the scenery passing by. , to this day, she is still amazed by how the world looks like today. Isn’t creation without magic or elements considered another kind of perfect alchemy? "Miss Sylvia, is there anywhere you want to go?" Yabuki Sakura sat in the driver's seat and looked through the mirror at Li Tong's gaze that she thought was unnoticed. According to the data, this lady has been in love since she was born. I have never been out of the hospital, no matter how hard I pretend to be, I still feel like a child.

"No..." Li Tong refused without giving any face, are you going out? In such a cold city...her body will also become cold, right? "I'm afraid of the cold and the dark." Litong sank into her seat and acted very resistant. She really didn't want to talk politely anymore. After receiving such a response, Sakura dialed another phone number and said something in Japanese that Litong couldn't understand at all.

A blanket covered Li Tong in time, and Samson, who was almost transparent in the car, finally had a sense of presence. Through a silk brocade handkerchief, Samson handed over a cup filled with amber-colored unknown liquid. That was the secret code Litong had set in advance. What did Samson discover...

Tokyo Peninsula Hotel, one of the most luxurious hotels in Tokyo, Litong’s residence is arranged in the presidential suite on the top floor, with crystal glasses, champagne flowers, and splendor that rivals the palace. “Originally, your room was in another hotel, but I don't think you will like the style there. After asking for permission, we temporarily changed the hotel. Please forgive me." Yingying led the way, while Litong held Samson in one hand and followed behind step by step. There was no other way. Who said that Litong's current character is just a sick man?

Having said that, when she saw the room, Litong admired the receptionist's work efficiency. The room looked very simple compared to the splendor outside, with milky white gauze curtains and light orange curtains, and the sunlight was bright. Through it, the whole room can be enveloped in a layer of warm light. Many places are wrapped in white wool blankets, probably because they are afraid of her bumping into them... "Miss Sylvia, if you need anything, you can directly Call, the receptionist is on call 24 hours a day.”

Ying explained everything as if she was reciting a textbook, then closed the door and left. Listening to the hurried footsteps outside the door, Li Tong thought, this somewhat strong girl probably didn't like her being such a sick young man who fell down at the slightest touch. She couldn't You can't scold, you can't hit, you can't even speak a little harshly, and Li Tong wouldn't do it. "Samson, have you discovered anything?"

Li Tong leaned back on the sofa and motioned for Samson to sit down and talk, but it was obvious that the other party did not have this awareness. Samson straightened his back and bowed slightly, "Miss Li Tong, there is the same kind of atmosphere here." Same kind...dragon clan? Litong has no dragon blood and cannot sense the dragon at all. "Under the sea... it should still be hatching," Samson added.

"So you want to hunt for the same kind?" Litong blinked, "No, that's a kind of repulsion coming from the blood and bone marrow. Logically speaking, dragons don't all attract each other, so this won't happen. "Hearing this, a thought flashed through Litong's pupils. That might be what he came here to find this time. It makes sense to think like this. "I think I may know the reason. Don't worry about it for now. I'm afraid the matter can't be solved until Norton and the others arrive, and before that I have to go see her first."

In Tsukiyomi Forbidden City, a vast forest of red maples dances in the shadow of the moon. From time to time, several witches carrying lanterns and dressed in red and white witch costumes pass by, and white strings are connected to each red maple tree. The rope danced with the maple leaves. On the corridor, a girl leaned on the pillars and slept quietly. Her slightly drooped eyelashes trembled. Her snow-white skin was tinged with a hint of pink, and a piece of red maple was naughty. Jumping on it, he accidentally slipped and slid down the dark red hair onto the fiery red clothes. The sound was dense and long... The attendant witch shook a delicate silver rattle in her hand, and every time she clicked, It was an ethereal swan song, "Miss Eriyi, it's time to wake up, you have been asleep for an hour." She knelt down and sat on the side submissively, ringing the bell slowly and orderly in her hand, once, twice, three times...

The girl who looked like the morning sun trembled her eyelashes, and slowly opened her eyes as clear as water. Perhaps she was still a little awake. Those eyes like clear springs were filled with confusion and confusion at the moment, but they quickly dissipated. She couldn't help it. After saying a word, she just stood up with the hand of the miko, adjusted her posture, and prepared to go out according to today's itinerary. This was one of the few opportunities for her to go out, go to the shrine to receive worship, and worship with the miko... She shouldn't have slept on a day like this

The little yellow duck in her pocket was still there, which made her somewhat panicked heartbeat gradually return to normal. She was the stern Eriyi again. Can she successfully run away from home this time? Maybe? With the little yellow duck, the probability of success will be greatly improved, although she has failed many times... The breeze blew by, with a slightly cool autumn feeling, and a piece of red maple jumped into the palm of her hand, cool, Opening her hands, it jumped away again. It was so free. It would be great if she could travel around the world with the wind like it.

In China, if you live in a luxury hotel opposite Tiananmen Square, it is one of the wishes of every Chinese person to open the curtains every day and see the national flag waving. Then living in such an excellent environment, why not close the curtains? Chu Zihang and the others, who showed a glimmer of light, could be said to have gone crazy. "You lost!" With a bang, a handful of cards were hit heavily on the coffee table, and a straight ended the card game. , one of the few casual games in China that is suitable for all ages and can compete with Mahjong. A note was stuck right between Chu Zihang’s eyebrows. Constantine, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, really wanted to applaud. His brother lost. After so many times, I finally won a game. "Are you still going to continue?" Chu Zihang said calmly.

Ever since Lu Mingfei sent a message to warn them not to fight, the game has been going on until now. Old Tang took the note from his face that almost covered his sight and could only say lightly: "Stop it now, you lose." If we fail this time, there will be no chance of winning." Chu Zihang's eyes twitched. He really didn't know how Lu Mingfei knew such a guy. He stood up, put on his backpack, Chu Zihang opened the door and prepared to go out, "I might have to I’ll be away for a few days. If anything happens, call me.”

Bang~ The door closed, leaving only the noisy sound of the TV in the house, "Brother... what are we doing here?" Constantine held the potato chips and blinked at his face-conscious brother, "Mingfei He asked us to wait for news from him, saying he wanted to give me a surprise. Who cares, let’s go, brother will take you shopping first, you won’t grow taller if you sit at home and watch TV all day long.”

On the other side, Lu Mingfei imitated Yan Ling Mingzhao and walked step by step along the dark and long tunnel. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally found the dealer in his memory, but this time he was not like Lu Mingze. This luck plug-in, he doesn't plan to do math this time. Even if he does it again, it can't change the fact that he is a math waste. But the other party is a child, and children naturally have children's coping methods.