Dragon King weapon

When he woke up the next morning, Chong Duan was still dazed for a while.

He sat up quickly, and when he lowered his head, he realized that his clothes were still worn before sunset yesterday, even the way of tying his clothes was the same as yesterday, and he subconsciously wanted to see the Little Dragon King who was not sleeping peacefully next to him.

Chong Duan got up a bit more in the morning, but unexpectedly Rong Qianji tossed and turned and couldn't sleep yesterday, and he fell asleep only when he was about to wake up today, so he couldn't help but feel sleepy. He felt the movements of the people around him, and the cold wind penetrated into the corner of the quilt, which annoyed him She shrank her body towards the warm place inside, frowned, and murmured in a low voice: "Don't make trouble with me..."

"..." The silence was broken again.

An unspeakable sense of familiarity welled up in Zhong Duan's heart, he actually stopped the urge to pick up the "person next to the pillow" for a lecture, he suddenly found that he seemed unable to do so.

Waking up from the dragon bed every day, he accepted it quickly. He got up quickly, took the pillow-side robe, turned it over and draped it over his shoulders, and looked back at a raised figure on the dragon bed with a complicated expression. His eyes turned into a softness that he didn't know.

Chong Duan then shifted his gaze to the lotus and phoenix-head wine pot on the table, and frowned.

The edge of the phoenix head has rusted, and it is probably useless to paint it with gold now.

The heavens are in chaos, and there are many new things, but at the same time, the old ones are being replaced, and everything in the heavenly palace is repeated...

Eventually, he will face the day when he will be "replaced".

Chong Duan is now filled with hatred and has no gaps. To the Three Realms, he is just a desperado, and he is in a high position for only a moment. Shall not be born.

As for Rong Qianji, since he invaded the Heavenly Palace, this little dragon king who has been favored by thousands of people has never resisted in the slightest. He just asked him if he had slaughtered immortal gods, whether he had destroyed courts and temples indiscriminately, or There are innocent people killed.

When the three "no" characters were broken again, Rong Qianji seemed to have let go of all his debts, and sat down with the shackles around his feet, ignoring his calligraphy and paintings that had fallen on the ground, and calmly told him that his father had died. die.

Rong Qianji's attitude surprised him, and then the momentary pain disappeared in his heart.

Sister Xie waited for a long time to eat at the door and didn't see the little dragon king coming out. She was just about to feel a little tired and went outside the hall to get some fresh air. When the Zhu door opened, a person came out from inside, with a high nose and thin lips, and a very good looking face. The aggressive face was very sharp, and there were faint tiger stripes on the temples.

She lifted her skirt and knelt down, the golden steps on her head swayed crisply, "General, General!"

Why does this general rest in Xiaolongwang's bedroom day and night, could it be that he slept on the same bed, as rumored, did such a thing?

Sister Xie didn't dare to say anything, she saw the pair of black and gold brocade boots passing by, her back and hands were broken, she stopped, and asked in a deep voice, "Is it Rong Qianji's servant?"

"Yes, yes, you ordered..." Sister Xie wiped her sweat with vermilion tongs, her lips trembling, "Little Dragon King, Little Dragon King eats too little, if you, if you..."

She couldn't figure out what the relationship between these two people was like, she just felt that there was a love-hate relationship between yelling and killing every day, cutting off the dragon's horns and sleeping together again, and the entanglement was hard to break, so she had enough courage to say: "Persuasion, otherwise , back to the original body, can't change back to human form, but it's difficult..."

She was a small monster, but she didn't know that Rong Qianji's frequent reverting back to her original shape was because of the dragon's horn, so she had to persuade General Baihu not to treat the little dragon king badly, and couldn't bear it any longer.

Chong Duan wanted to leave, but after hearing what Sister Xie said, he couldn't move, frowned and said sharply: "He doesn't eat?"

"No," Sister Xie said, "It's been a while."

"Leave it to me."

"This?"

"Leave it to me," Chongduan said in a strange way, his body seemed to be out of control, and he went to get the food box brought by Sister Xie, "I'll feed him."

That day's breakfast, he had to carry it into the house again, only to realize what he had just done... He actually begged for breakfast from the hand of the servant, and was going to feed the little dragon king on the bed.

When Rong Qianji was picked up by Chong Duan, he was still asleep, the unremoved scales were cold in Chong Duan's arms, and the dragon's tail had turned into a dragon's tail, curled up and hid behind him.

The moment he buried his face in Chongduan's arms in a daze, the Jiaowei moved, wrapping around Chongduan's leg.

The severe itching almost caused Rong Qianji to fall out of his arms.

So itchy!

He suddenly didn't want to let go, he lowered his head unconsciously, and smelled a soft fairy air from Rong Qianji's neck, which was clean and clear.

Probably because Chong Duan had too much murderous evil energy, Rong Qianji slowly opened his eyes, Jiaowei still didn't let go, just entwined tightly, and smiled for no reason.

Even the cinnabar mole under his eyes also narrowed, scarlet and gorgeous, as if imprinted on the severed eyebrow.

"You," Chong Duan was completely stunned, "you're awake."

Rong Qianji ignored him, closed his eyes with a dragon-like laziness, and said softly: "Chong Jing... I finally dreamed of you again, can't you smile at me too?"

Just that moment.

Zhong Duan suppressed the hostility that could not be concealed all over his body, the corners of his lips were stiff, and he could clearly feel that the dragon-slaying halberd at his waist seemed to crack again.

This Rong Qianji, for a while, told him that he turned into the original body of the white tiger at night, and for a while called him an unknown name...

Also begged him to laugh.

Zhong Duan couldn't speak, cast a spell to make Rong Qianji sleep again, quietly put him back on the dragon bed, walked out of the bedroom, and told the guarding sister Xie to let him sleep more today .

In an instant in the Tiangong, the sun is snowing.

Tang Jian was in charge of guarding the Nantian Gate for many days, and sent people to report in a hurry, saying that the heavens were in chaos, temples were collapsing in the world, and all places urgently needed the Dragon King to suppress it.

Unable to re-break, he entered the Dragon King's bedroom in a hurry.

Rong Qianji was awake, standing on top of the sandalwood, going to get the crane cloak in the cupboard.

He broke one step and took a few more steps, stretched out his hand to lift Rong Qianji's skirt, the latter was startled, but he had no defenses, he didn't even hide, which made him break his hand that was full of demonic energy, his face stern Said: "You don't even hide!"

"I only have one dragon ball in my body, which is still precious," Rong Qianji said indifferently, "If you want it, just take it."

Chong Duan frowned, and said coldly: "What's the use of your Dragon Ball?"

"Then untie my shirt..."

As soon as Rong Qianji choked his throat, his fair face flushed red, he couldn't believe that the very indifferent person in front of him was the white tiger who acted coquettishly and pawed at him every night. Can't tell.