Dragon King weapon

Waking up in the morning, the clouds and waves are scaled, and there is a faint ear-piercing sound of swords in the sky.

The heavens shook up and down, and the direction came from the Xiaolongwang's bedroom. The people waiting in the Golden Luan Hall didn't know what happened to the master over there, they all nodded and lowered their eyebrows, silent.

The Sturgeon Spirit, who was supposed to serve the Little Dragon King in the palace early in the morning, is now in front of the palace, covered in mist, almost falling under the white jade steps, lying on the ground, shouting at Tang Jian who stands at the head of all the monsters Said: "Master Xinshen, hurry up, hurry up..."

Tang Jian was resting with his eyes closed, not affected by the vision.

But he didn't expect to alert the people over there to come to the Golden Luan Hall to rescue soldiers, and he frowned and said, "What happened?"

"Yes, it's the general... He woke up this morning..."

Sturgeon's hair was sticky and wet, panting and glanced at the people in the hall, knowing that he couldn't continue talking here, he quickly knelt down, "Can you take a step to speak?"

Before Sturgeon continued to speak, Tang Jian mobilized his mana to see what she was thinking clearly, and almost laughed out loud.

Can there be today even if it is broken again?It's so ridiculous that the way of heaven is reincarnated, and he was finally planted!

When he arrived with Sturgeon, the twelve demon kings who were sent to guard the Dragon King's bedroom at night all knelt together and looked at each other, not knowing how to face the general's rising anger.

Tang Jian shook his bone fan and covered his mouth with a smile. It was rare for this heavy-duty person to be so angry after living for thousands of years. It was actually...

When I woke up this morning, I found myself naked and sleeping beside the little dragon king.

When he closed his eyes slightly, he saw the scene——

The sun was rising in the sky, gradually looking at the color of the toad, Chong Duan was wrapped in a thin red brocade silk quilt, got up in a daze, and found that this was on the dragon bed again, and he was not naked, and next to him, Lie down without a bedding at all, fully clothed, and breathing shallowly, Rong Qianji.

The little Dragon King, who had just grown up, lay facing Chongdu, tightly closed his eyes that hid the stars, his lips were bright red, and his breath was steady and slow, as if he had rarely slept so soundly.

A white hand was still clutching the severed quilt, arched up, sleeping with ten thousand dependence.

Tang Jian opened his eyes.

This little Dragon King, even the bedding is willing to be re-covered... Now that he is cold, he is not afraid of catching a cold.

But at this time, Rong Qianji was sitting on the edge of the bed very quietly, his complexion was livid, and he opened the door of the Dragon King's bedroom. He didn't talk to Rong Qianji for a word, but he was full of anger, and it was all poured on the twelve demons who were watching the night. on you.

He didn't know the situation at all, he drew out a sword and put it on the leader's shoulder, and said sharply: "Twelve people, guard in all directions!"

But the next sentence "how did I get in", he didn't know how to say it!

Tang Jian watched this scene as if he was watching a farce, thinking it was exciting.

After waking up on the dragon bed where the old days turned into tigers and halberds calmly, they were all fully clothed and clear-headed, but for some reason today was different from before... even their own state of mind seemed to have changed.

When he opened his eyes, his eyes were completely locked by Rong Qianji's sleeping face, and when he looked down, there were several dark brown pills beside the pillow.

After breaking and twisting two, after sniffing, I found that there was still a little bit of sweetness.

I don't know what it is.

"Thousand halberds," Tang Jian rolled up his sleeves and took a few steps forward, stepped on the threshold, and smiled, "What happened?"

Chong Duan is now in a fit of anger, so no one can restrain him. Tang Jian has known him for many years, and he knows it all too well, so he had to ask Rong Qianji. Unexpectedly, when he asked, Rong Qianji answered straightforwardly: "What are you talking about?" You can see everything clearly, so why ask me?"

"That's true, but this perspective is actually quite different..."

Tang Jian said with a smile, he hadn't thought that Rong Qianji would be so surly, because he had a temper.

Rong Qianji doesn't like talking with outsiders very much, now that everyone has betrayed relatives and is alone in the court, he is even more closed off. He has suppressed his emotions for too long, and his mind was completely disturbed by his white tiger yesterday!

Originally, he was almost desperate, so why did Baihu learn to transform into a human form to provoke him again!

Rong Qianji said with restraint: "The general entered the room by himself, he can't rely on me, let alone the demon king who keeps watch at night."

Although Chongduan was standing outside the house, he heard his words and turned around abruptly, as if he had calmed down a lot.

That's right, the Little Dragon King now possesses this bit of divine power, and has been guarded and restrained, how can he still have the ability to carry him from his bedroom to the Dragon King's bedroom...

"Take twenty sticks each," Chong Duan ordered to the twelve demon kings who were kneeling together, "Immediately."

The rage in his heart had nowhere to vent, like a glow on his back, he knew that the little dragon king was looking at him all the time, and his eyes became more and more transparent... No matter what, he must find out, after all this period of time, Why do you always wake up on the little dragon king's bed!

Come in by yourself?Ridiculous.

Now that the morning is past, Chongduan finished his anger and punished his "negligent" subordinates. Seeing the sky shining brightly and the fireflies flickering, he thought that it was the bug that should have appeared in summer, and the season was messed up again.

Recently, the Three Realms have become more and more chaotic, black and white are reversed, winter, summer, autumn and spring, and everything collapses in four seasons.

Chong Duan occupied this side of the heaven, nothing more than to kill the old Dragon King, revenge.

In his plan for the next tens of thousands of years, on the day the old dragon king died, the hatred of the family and the country would be settled, and that would be the time when his soul would fly away.

In his memory, he thought that he often went to Guanchou Hai to repair the Dragon Slaying Halberd recently, and he gradually had some memories of his childhood.

One day, Xiangu gave him a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine and asked him, "How is Fengyue?"

Chong Duan frowned, troubled in his heart, he didn't have anything related to Fengyue, he just said: "It's just me."

Xiangu understood, she felt her broken pulse with her fingertips, and said: "The general has no roots of affection, so there is no need to drink this pot of wine."

His impressions of the past are only remnants of the days when he was on the Heavenly Martial Field. Chi Qingfeng said loudly: "I belong to the white tiger clan, the jackpot is included, heroes are born, and generations will last forever!"

The Emperor of Heaven was overjoyed, and allowed Chong to be declared the superintendent of soldiers. All the people of the Baihu clan paid homage and shouted long live.

But in his memory, there is no little dragon prince, Rong Qianji, who was under the tree that day, so excited that he almost showed his original shape, showing his dragon tail and smiling happily.

Chongduan and his father bowed down to the old Dragon King sitting on the throne above the Golden Luan Hall.

Only Chongjuan at that time knew that his kneeling was facing the little dragon prince who he thought would be with him for thousands of years in the future.

In his memory, apart from the fragments that had nothing to do with Rong Qianji, there was also the "heavy break" that he was torn apart countless times by the Wufang Ghost Emperor in Haoli Mountain.

Almost reborn, he stood in front of the ghost gate of the underworld, and opened the gate to the heaven with a sharp blade.

Since then, the disputes in the Three Realms have never rested.

Tang Jian still remembers the first time he saw Chong Duan in the underworld, the young man whose eyes were tearing apart, with a fierce light hidden in his eyes, said ruthlessly: "I respect you, respect me, but nothing in this world will let me go."

Don't cross me.