Dragon King weapon

After the celestial doctor checked, the light herbal fragrance in his hand almost overwhelmed the aloes incense burning in the house, and the aloes incense burned brightly, reflecting half of Rong Qianji's face whiter than snow.

"General, please be more temperate... Little Dragon King's health is not very good, he can't bear to spoil it." The Heavenly Doctor said.

The so-called "heavenly doctor" put away the needles and threads and placed them on the tray, and took out the handkerchief to wipe the sweat with the little dragon king. Chong Duan stood aside with a gloomy face. Touching each other, he flicked his elbow, grabbed the towel, and said in a deep voice, "I'll do it."

The heavenly doctor coughed uncomfortably, and continued to speak, "Little Dragon King is weak and needs medicine and food to take care of him. Tomorrow, he will take some animal essence and blood from the doctor's room, and that will be enough..."

Chong Duan stood beside him and didn't speak anymore. Tang Jian knew that his mind must have calmed down, so he couldn't help but folded his fan and slammed it around, and said sarcastically: "You two are talking about love and love, so it's easy to talk about it. Bleeding and wounding, you are really hard on yourself!"

"Where does love come from," Chong Duan said, "I have clearly cut off the root of love."

But this sentence, he couldn't help himself when he said it, obviously he had cut off his love, why Rong Qianji always disturbed his thoughts... It seems that since that day he brought Rong Qianji down to the palace of the world to see the world , everything is messed up.

"Are you still killing him?" Tang Jian laughed, but his face was covered with a layer of chill, and he stretched out his hand to tuck in Rong Qianji's quilt as if sighing. How much, how many things in the past, how much do you think of."

Chong Duan said in a cold voice: "He said I believe what happened in the past and night, but I can't really remember what you said about being a child."

Occasionally, I dreamed that the sky was full of red in the mountains, and the flat peaches on the treetops were not as bright as the face of the little prince.

In the dream that was dismembered by time, Rong Qianji smiled and held the fragrance of blossoming peaches and apricots, his eyes were like honey, but his figure was blurred, melting into the breeze...

Chong Duan struggled to wake up, suddenly felt that Chun was already very close to the branch.

"I can't remember a lot of things that happened at night, but Ming Xiao said that there is a fairy in Guanchouhai who is in charge of the moon debt. Maybe I can get something from going there." Zhong Duan clenched his fists tightly, his throat was sore and choked, It is rare to say a long sentence in one breath, and the eyes are soft.

His killing spirit was halved, his eyebrows were eyebrows, his eyes were eyes, his outline was still sharp and starry, but his thin lips were tightly pursed, showing a sad expression all over his face.

It's not about being sad, it's just the sense of loneliness between the brows, which even brings out some youthful bewilderment.

Seeing his expression, Tang Jian couldn't bear it a little, and said, "Are you speaking lightly? Now that the soldiers and horses in the Three Realms are in a state of chaos, the Ghost Emperor has given you a command... If you don't kill the little dragon king to take revenge, then let him capture the little dragon king." Go, it's not just as simple as taking dragon balls."

"It's just a dragon ball." Zhong Duan said, pretending to be natural, but his heart sank to the bottom.

He used to have two dragons riding on Haoli Mountain. In the past, when he fought in the underworld, he always had a dragon as a mount, which was majestic and majestic. They were all bestowed on him by the five ghost emperors. Zhi, who hadn't survived the catastrophe, was robbed by the underworld, caught and took out dragon balls, and domesticated him as a mount.

A dragon without a dragon ball is like a human being without human consciousness. Even a divine beast that is revered by all things is nothing but a beast without aura.

The Wufang Ghost Emperor saved his soul back then and raised it between the two mountains of the underworld, giving him unlimited abilities, just for the sake of being useful in the future. Now that he has entered the Heavenly Palace all the way, although he has his own strength, he still needs to compete with the Wufang Ghost Emperor. In the battle of the ghost emperor, it is also a matter of killing one thousand enemies and self-defeating one thousand.

The best ending would be to die together, the worst would be... He died in battle and handed over the Dragon King Rong Qian's halberd.

Tang Jian generally did not dare to probe and break his heart easily, and said anxiously: "The power of the ghost emperor is not something you can resist, but have you ever thought about it, if the day comes when he forcibly takes the dragon ball from the little dragon king, which side will you choose?"

"I have my own way." Zhong Duan replied.

He has always had his own opinions on these matters, and he waved his hand to signal Tang Jian not to say more.

Walking again to the dragon bed, he looked down at Rong Qianji, who had his eyes closed tightly, and even stopped sighing... This brocade red is set off by Rong Qianji, which is whiter than the pear and apricot in the dream.

He paced out of the house, found an open space, conjured a glazed basin out of thin air, and placed it in front of the hall.

In the next second, before Tang Jian could catch up, he saw that in the sparsely fallen snow, Zhong Duan held the dragon-slaying halberd in his hand, using the teeth of the halberd as the blade, and pierced straight into his arm!

One drop of tiger blood makes two drops, three drops merge into a blood stream, trickling into the basin...

Chongoff's throat tightened, his expression was extremely sharp, and he used his internal force to stop Tang Jian, who was on the jade steps, who was about to pounce on him to stop him!

Maybe it was due to the blood of the gods and immortals, even if it was contaminated with some unclean turbidity, once the blood left the body, it would bring a ray of faint golden light into the bottom of the glass basin, and a small bowl was picked up after a while.

The dragon-killing halberd was stained with tiger blood and shimmered, and some blood was also poured into the cracks that had appeared because of Rong Qian's halberd earlier, the red and black were intertwined, imprinted on the murder weapon, and it looked too monstrous.

"Thank you." When the bleeding stopped, he handed the glazed bowl to Tang Jian.

Tang Jian froze on the spot, not knowing whether to pick it up or not...

The blood of the divine tiger is effective in treating physical weakness and fear of cold, but if it is repeated again, I don't know if I will regret it in the future.

This person has such a violent temperament, Tang Jian can't even figure it out, let alone accept some new things now that he has broken through, and he doesn't know if he has figured it out.

Besides, Chongduan's current memory obviously didn't recover much, and he just took blood for Rong Qianji's treatment based on his second intuition, not to mention whether it was because of a one-night stand, the spring breeze once, even if it was this ruthless force, Tang Jian would not Was startled.

Chongduan is ruthless to everyone around him, to the world, and even more ruthless to himself...

But it seems that for the little dragon king, even if he has forgotten his memory, he doesn't really get rid of him. Is it true that the word love in the world is like this, making people think of such a situation?

Can a person really, without knowing it, fall in love with the same person a second time?

At that time, Tang Jian was still unknown, and everything in the world was discussed to the extreme, but there was only one word "love".

There was no delay in feeding the blood, Tang Jian was urged by Zhongduan to take the bowl of the blood of the god tiger, which was hard to find in the Three Realms, and he lifted the curtain to enter the room, then turned around, and he was wearing a dark red cloak again, and he was already far away.

He needed to leave the Heavenly Palace temporarily, and sent his subordinate Demon Lord to keep an eye on the Dragon King's bedroom.

This place that outsiders cannot set foot in is the Dragon King's bedroom.

At this time, there is a ghost on the edge of the Tiangong that rebounds the pipa, and the fingertips pluck the sky so that it is snowing and raining.

Those clouds, waves and scales, are arranged like a scroll all over the sky.

Every word and every sentence, inch by inch, seems to be full of the past between him and Rong Qianji...

It's not real, it can't be seen through, but it's close at hand, and it really exists.

Chong Duan only felt comfortable, he had never been so sober before, even if he didn't remember the past, he suddenly felt like he had been reborn, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, heaven and earth, all belonged to him, he even wanted to hear There was a sound of gongs and drums, thanking him for being so free and arrogant.