Dragon King weapon

It was snowing outside the Dragon King's dormitory.

The snow on this day is different from the silver and white in the mortal world. Every winter in the world, it falls from the sky, bringing the chill from the heavenly palace to the world, and it can only be seen but cannot be touched.

The snow has been heavy recently, the wind and rain are no longer dark, but it is hard to hear the Dragon King wailing in the hall.

Rong Qianji touched the snow once when he was a young dragon, and he couldn't forget the cold feeling.

Now he is half leaning on the dragon bed in the bedroom, a dragon's tail grows between his buttocks, the scales gradually change to orange and red, reflecting the snow outside.

He stretched out his hand to touch it, and it was indeed like that snow, which was unbearably painful and bitingly cold.

The general rebelled and invaded Tiangong, and put his little dragon king, Rong Qianji, under house arrest for more than three days.

In the face of heavy judgment, he didn't even have the ability to control his human form.

The horoscope is mutually restraining, water and fire are invisible, just one inch away, the little dragon king who belongs to water will be shivering from the heat.

He glanced at the rain and dew filled with lotus leaves on the table, trying to see his own reflection on the glass bowls and chopsticks.

Half-beast, half-human, the current situation is suffering, how can he be worthy of his status as the prince of the heavens.

The snow outside the bedroom was getting heavier, and all the servants who were picked up from the bottom of the deep sea stood with their heads down in front of the jade steps.

This meal of seafood has been sent to the master inside for several meals, and it was returned intact, what else is there to send?

Isn't it just a little dragon king, if half of the world collapses today, even the Nantianmen can't stop the white tiger from encroaching, and when the drum is beating, who cares about whom?

If the general hadn't ordered the work himself, they would not be bothered to endure the cold as servants!

The people around the little dragon king were all sent down from the Three Realms, and they were not allowed to cross the Heavenly Palace for half a step. Who would be able to fight against the White Tiger General, such as the escort Xianqing, the Celestial Master God of War?

Everyone was hesitating to go forward, holding up bone umbrellas to cover the snow, and before reaching the last step, they heard a roar of tigers in the sky, and they were all confused.

The general is going back to the Heavenly Palace soon!

In the distance, there are thousands of purple mist, rainbows and golden lights, and thousands of golden armored gods and men come on the wind, opening the way with weapons, and there is a trace of blood in the mist.

The atmosphere suddenly depresses a little.

Sister Xie who served the food couldn't bear the sulking, and Zhu Yan's lips were trembling with cold: "The strongest in the world raises dragons, and the noble raises phoenixes, but I don't know when the two dragons of the general belonged to the palace. Prince and grandson..."

A sturgeon gouged out Sister Crab's eyes, and "snapped" the tail of the fish "accidentally" against Sister Crab's pincers.

Sister Xie stared, a little afraid of her.

The one in charge of food in Tiangong is more honorable than the servant, but the one in charge of the master's daily life is the celebrity in front of him. Although the little dragon king has lost his power, but after all, his blood is the king of heaven and earth, so he still has to respect that three points.

This sturgeon can't live without water, and when he was sent to the Heavenly Palace for the first time, his whole body was covered with moisture, his hair was sticking wetly, his wrists were turned, and he put the carved gold hand basin on the outside of the bead curtain to wait.

She couldn't hear the whispers, and reprimanded: "The two dragons under the general's seat have already returned to their original forms, so don't make people listen to you with silly words..."

The demon who was younger than her moved around, loving her wet smell: "Three! The little dragon king, can you not be another one?"

Seeing that she didn't answer, the little demon covered his mouth and smiled: "Where is the little dragon king under the general's seat? It's not an exaggeration to say that he is under the crotch..."

"Look at you, you only talk about dirty things, if people listen to it, ten scales are not enough for you to chop off!"

Annoyed, she reached out and twisted the fairy tail, pretending to be angry, the steam in the basin made her a little dizzy.

The general and the little dragon king, how could a servant be able to talk nonsense!

Sister Xie was scolded, she didn't dare to say any more, the tongs holding the dishes were already sore, she looked around at the silent attendants, went around to the door of the Dragon King's bedroom, and clasped the assistant's head with the tongs, afraid, unable to speak Come on.

Little Dragon King used to be glamorous and glamorous in the palace, but his heart is pure and innocent, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is ignorant of world affairs.

He breathes into clouds, with ribbon-shaped wings on his back, and occasionally transforms into a dragon body, reflecting the golden light rolling in the sky, that scene is truly unique in heaven.

Sturgeon waited on the little dragon king for a few days, always thinking about his thin appearance, felt compassionate, and helped sister Xie to persuade: "Your Majesty, let's eat some first, the general has arrived in front of the palace, I'm afraid it won't be long , is about to come..."

The little dragon king didn't eat, she was so anxious that she was on the verge of tears, she was afraid of the great general, the ending sounded with a crying voice, Rong Qianji's heart trembled when she heard it.

This great general was originally a superintendent of soldiers. Since his rebellion, he has been searching for the traces of the old dragon king every day, and put the little dragon king under house arrest in the palace. The Dragon King will stay here for half an hour.

Occasionally she went into the room to look, only to feel that the pair of dragon horns of the little dragon king became more and more transparent, and she heard the rumors that the general cut off the dragon horns to force the old dragon king to show up, and she felt that the little dragon king was worthless in her heart.

While thinking about it, the vermilion lacquered door in front of him quietly opened, and dozens of attendants down the jade steps turned their heads and looked this way.

Rong Qianji hadn't eaten for many days, she was really hanging on with her breath of immortality.

Except for the slightly pale lip color, his whole body can still bear the four characters of being as beautiful as peaches and plums.

He was leaning against the door, exhaling with his mouth open, brushing away a cloud of mist, twiddling the hem of the robe's brocade with his hands, and softly ordered: "Bring it in."

That day at the entrance of the Dragon King's dormitory, up to the dormitory officials and attendants, down to the soldiers, they all saw Rong Qianji's empty eyes, the red translucent dragon horns on his head, and the slightly wagging tail. .

The little dragon king was finally ruined.