Dragon King weapon

General, the Little Dragon King has feelings for you.

Tang Jian still remembered this sentence many years later. He put the fairy girl's nine-character sentence into his heart, made wine with laurel from the heavens, and sealed the altar in the mountain.

He is the mind, in charge of love, hate, right and wrong in the world, has seen too much fireworks, love and moon, and is very sensitive to people's hearts, Rong Qianji is now filling a pot of sake, he will not know why the strong fragrance does not fade until he tastes it.

Tang Jian didn't tell Rong Qianji about these nine words that day in the Dragon King's bedroom, and it would only add to his troubles.

He saw that the little dragon king's affection was too deep, his lifeless appearance, his heart was depressed and messy, but he still had a well-behaved and stern temperament, he didn't know how much good intentions were hidden under the layers of skin.

Tang Jian sat on the edge of the bed, brought the bowl of emerald glutinous rice balls, and wanted to feed Rong Qianji, Rong Qianji was flattered and thanked him.

It was still a little difficult for him to lift his arms at this time, if he wanted to eat something during the Lantern Festival in the world, he really needed to use the power of his mind.

Tang Jian moved closer to him, smiling on the front, but frowning on the back, urging his spiritual power to penetrate into Rong Qianji's exquisite heart.

After seeing the scene inside, Tang Jian couldn't even smile.

"Otherwise I'll do it myself, I'll trouble you." Rong Qianji forced a smile as he looked at Tang Jian's flicking wrist.

Tang Jian couldn't sit still for some reason, stood up and handed the bowl of emerald glutinous rice balls to Sturgeon waiting at the door. Seeing that her heart was not dirty, he said in relief: "Feed him well, I'll go to the door to stand for a while."

Sturgeon combed her wet hair, and took the bowl of emerald glutinous rice balls with her slender hands, not daring to look up at Xiao Longwang.

On the day Chongduan left the palace to go to the human world, Tang Jian couldn't help feeling a pain in his heart when he saw that Chongduan hadn't entered the Dragon King's palace for half a step, but instead strode forward in another direction.

Passionate is the most close distance between the world.

That day, Rong Qianji got up early in the morning, taking advantage of Chong Duan not being in the heavenly realm, he turned into a jellyfish body, and went to the Immortal Viewing Platform with pain. He saw that all the immortals on the Sansheng Stone had entered the human mountains and forests, or lived in seclusion, or meditated and cultivated.

This heavenly world is not as good as the human world every day, and the smoke and fire are heavily polluted, and his heavenly gods seem to be trapped in the mountains here and there, and no longer understand the spiritual consciousness of the gods.

Rong Qianji couldn't help frowning.

When he returned to the bedroom, he dragged blood all over the floor, and almost hugged his tail tightly and curled up on the bed, shivering with cold.

Last night, maybe half of the stars hanging in the sky were missing, which made him toss and turn, and sneaked away to the paradise of heaven.

Rong Qianji huddled at the bottom of the tree and dreamed, the whole dreamland was still full of flowers, it was all about him and himself when he was a child, happy and carefree, he didn't even understand what the throne was and what conquest was.

He is not a sparrow, and he once had great ambitions. Now he only wants to restore the peace of the heavens and give himself a decisiveness.

Someone from the Immortal Realm has come to look for him, but they don't know that the golden-armored soldiers guarding the Nantian Gate can withstand the heavy break for a few days.

Now Rong Qianji has turned into a jiao, holding the carved mirror Tang Jian gave him to figure it out, he can only see him and Chong Duan back then, the scene stabbed his heart and lungs, he also sat motionless in the palace for half a day, waiting It was only when the evening sun rose in the sky that Sturgeon and Sister Crab came to deliver meals, and then they came back to their senses.

If you want to see the current heavy break, you have to go to the end of the East China Sea and jump the dragon gate that is several feet high.

He is not stupid enough to jump over the Dragon Gate of the East China Sea in order to pay more attention to it. Not to mention the current level of cultivation, his skin and flesh covered with bruises can no longer withstand long-distance travel, and he can no longer control the clouds. Okay, if you want to restore the dragon shape, it will take some time.

At night, the white tiger came again, and this time it took the flat peaches from the imperial garden. It was not a fruit, but a tree.

The uprooted one, dragging the beards of the fairy soil all over the ground, jumped into Rong Qianji's enchantment, arched the tree with flat peaches to the ground, and lay down at Rong Qianji's feet, howling softly.

Rong Qianji turned into a human figure and still looked the same, but his face was quite pale, and the light blue scales faded behind his ears. He fixed his eyes on the flat peach tree for a while, and said helplessly: "You are so naughty, if you are taken seriously If you stop watching, you will be caught and eaten as tiger meat."

The little dragon king's words made Baihu sensitive to his own name "Chong Duan", his tail stood upright, he patted it on the table, overturned the teacup that had just been brewed, and was scalded.

"You are more stupid than before..."

Rong Qianji said, "Tomorrow there will probably be another burn on your ankle, I'll apply medicine to you."

Now Baihu seemed to understand every word and every word. The animal claws wanted to dig the flat peaches and hand them to Rong Qianhalberd, but unexpectedly the force was too strong and one was destroyed, so he paved again impatiently, took the next one and threw it on the bed.

"What do you want me to do?"

It paced back and forth beside the dragon bed, seemingly indifferent to the scald, with a ferocious expression, it looked startled, and then saw that the white tiger had also eaten one, and then it became more aggressive, and then it understood its intention.

Rong Qianji bit it slowly, his mouth was full of peach fragrance, and praised: "It's so sweet."

Baihu understood, leaned over to the bed and cupped his palm, squinting his eyes to enjoy it, Rong Qianji couldn't help but smile, it's really a big cat.

On the second night, what the white tiger brought to him was not a flat peach tree, but a clam spirit who was watching the night outside the bedroom palace. He was so frightened that he shrank his shell tightly, and he didn't even know what kind of beast was restraining him.

When Rong Qianji saw it, the clam spirit looked huge and plump, and was thrown to the ground by the white tiger's jaws, and was stomped on by the beast's claws and couldn't open its shell, so it had to beg for mercy in it over and over again: "My grandpa, Who is the immortal king?! A small clam essence, just a clam essence, is not enough to satisfy your belly, my lord!"

With a cough, Rong Qianji's eyelids twitched, and he lowered his voice: "I can let you go, but you are not allowed to open the shell."

Clam Jingyue was too nervous to touch it, so he quickly agreed, but he didn't hear the voice of the little dragon king, only saw a flash of white light, Rong Qianji sealed his mouth, and said to the white tiger: "Let him live."

Although the white tiger was unwilling to do so, he still listened to Rong Qianji's words, took the clam essence in his mouth, leaped to the window with the body of a fit beast, and flung it towards the night clouds in the sky outside the window.

Rong Qianji supported his forehead, and muttered to himself, it really is a big change in temperament...

It's cute.