Dragon King weapon

General Baihu is courting in the Golden Luan Hall of the Heavenly Palace.

All kinds of monsters and immortals are lined up under the seat, attendants palm fans, colorful phoenixes surround the Zhumen, jade and gold nails, coral and jade trees are planted gracefully, inserted in the cracks of the agate piled soil, shining golden light.

The little dragon king became a puppet and was placed on the throne, while the white tiger superintendent and god-lord stood on the other side with a sword in his hands as regent, and covered the little dragon king's face with a bead curtain.

When they first entered the hall, everyone was whispering and discussing, only General Baihu didn't want others to look at Xiaolongwang's face.

With a thousand favors, it's a good show to watch.

Rong Qianji was sitting on the long-lost emperor's throne, under the invisible jade white gown, his hands and feet were bound, only a pair of dragon horns that had been shaved to half were able to see through the sky, very faint.

His eyes were calm and unwavering, as if he didn't know what everyone in the hall was thinking about, and his eyes all fell on Zhong Duan's back.

When he was a child, he would often sneak to the Emperor's Seat of the Heavenly Palace to take a nap, and when his father found out, he would be scolded for a while, how could Prince Xiaolong endure this, tears were falling, it was raining from the sky, sweet pills all over the place, and there were attendants fanning by his side Bending down to pick it up.

That year's heavy break, I don't know where to ride the clouds for thousands of miles, so I rushed back to coax him.

The father sent someone to arrest the little prince and bring him back to the palace to be punished, Chong Duan also stood in front of him like this, leaving a broad back.

A few nights ago, under the moonlight on the Yaotai, the wind was blowing thousands of miles away, at the base of the outer wall of the hall, there was a little demon twisting the frost from the Heavenly Palace and spreading it in the palm of his hand, secretly like the white of the little dragon king's neck.

The white tiger came a few more times, pacing back and forth, biting a few holes in the carved pillars of the dragon bed with sharp teeth, still looking unrecognizable.

Sometimes it had wounds on its forehead, and sometimes it had scorched fur. Rong Qianji couldn't use the strength to tear the dragon scales on his legs anymore, so he had to hold a clay pot to grind herbs for him.

A mill is a night, the lights are brightly lit, reflecting the inside and outside of the house, and the galaxy is never extinguished.

Because of the protection of the little dragon king's divine power, the huge heavenly palace has a hidden barrier, and no one has seen the original body of General Baihu.

A ferocious tiger beast with no spiritual sense.

The morning light is faint, the snow outside the hall is clear and the clouds are light, Rong Qianji gets up early every time before Chong Duan wakes up, opens the door a little, and looks outside to see if there is a red gold cloud washbasin, saponins, and changing clothes at the door today. clothing.

Xiao Xiajing, who was guarding outside the Zhumen, heard the movement behind him, and when he saw the frozen face of the Little Dragon King, he was so frightened that his voice trembled when he replied: "Your Highness, they said that the imperial garden is full of flowers and plants. The snow lotus of the family, they went together, and went together..."

The servants of the heavenly realm treated him more and more with negligence.

"No problem." Rong Qianji said, "You should also go and see Xuelian."

He quickly picked up the Chijinyun washbasin that was on the ground that was about to freeze, annoyed at himself for being stupid, and turned back to the house.

Calculated according to the immortal age, Rong Qianji has been an adult for a few days, but he can't remember the date of his birthday.

At the end of the cold winter, the edge of the window was smoldering and dark. He was cold in nature and always afraid of the cold, so he simply opened the wardrobe and took a layer of velvet cloak and draped it over his shoulders.

On the dragon bed, Chong Duan woke up with his eyes wide open, and just sitting up, the familiar red brocade group with dragon patterns on the top of the curtain was again.

It's Rong Qianji's bedroom again.

He appeared here inexplicably in the morning for several days in a row. Chong Duan could no longer understand the situation. After waking up here continuously, his vigilance was greatly reduced, which affected his judgment.

He looked around his surroundings and frowned when he saw ice streaks on the window.

These sharp objects, if the Little Dragon King wanted to take his life, how could the few ounces of flesh between his neck be able to resist.

Rong Qianji filled the warm water and entered the room, before looking at the bed, the brocade handkerchief in his hand was wrung wet.

He picked up a corner of the robe, stabbed the edge of the red suede thread at the hem, and grabbed some of the material upwards, revealing a part of his ankle that was tied with a golden shackle.

Fair and clean, but not delicate.

His gaze unconsciously paused for half a second, Chong Jue didn't notice it, he just lifted the quilt and got up, fixedly looking at Rong Qianji.

He watched Rong Qianji turn around, and called out to him: "Re-broken."

The little dragon king covered it up properly, there was neither sadness nor joy, neither love nor hatred in those clear eyes, he was so serious for a while that he didn't care about calling him by his real name, now he is king or loser, it's hard to tell who is inferior.

Zhong Duan suddenly felt powerless.

The three worlds are chaotic, surrounded vertically and horizontally, who is in control of the puzzle, he always thinks that he is in control of everything, but now that he sees the little dragon king, he feels that something has slipped out of the world from his fingertips , he couldn't catch it.

After many years of resuscitating the conquest, the hatred has overflowed his chest, and the evil seeds of Haoli Mountain have been placed in the bottom of his heart. What he is waiting for is the day when he can see all the faces in the world. Burn the world clean.

"Chongjing!"

The golden basin in his hand fell to the ground violently, Rong Qianji's eyes gradually became bloody when he saw the heavy one, and when the red light filled the whole pupil, black mist rose up behind him, like an invisible magic barrier that was about to be restrained...

Rong Qianji almost knelt down to embrace him, trying to call back his consciousness, and said: "Chongjing, Chongjing..."

He called out the name before Chongduan, feeling like a thorn in his throat, mobilizing his spiritual power, hugging the man's trembling shoulders, using his own body to protect him.

He stayed with Tiangong for 400 years, the little dragon king was innocent and innocent, and he was protected by the little white tiger, making troubles and frolicking around, so he was fully protected.

Now it is difficult to re-break, because of his heart and feelings, he can't bear to see the pain of re-breaking.

Even though Rong Qianji didn't know what happened to him, he just assumed that he didn't want to mention it again.

After touching a stick of incense, Chong Duan finally calmed down. He lowered his head and saw that the hair on the temples of the Little Dragon King in his arms was wet and he was about to take a breath.

The black energy in his body slowly dissipated, and he seemed uncontrollable, tightening his arms and hugging the person in his arms.

Rong Qianji, who was full of immortal bones and spiritual sense, couldn't bear the taint of demons, and gradually lost consciousness, but at the moment when he was hugged by Chongduan, the fingertips on Chongduan's shoulder blades moved.

The feeling of being hugged is strange and familiar.

Love today is different from what it used to be.

Rong Qianji will always remember that year when the snow outside the Heavenly Palace fell extremely heavily, and the jade butterflies came endlessly, wearing brocade boots inlaid with golden bells on their feet, leaving a mark as soon as they stepped into the snow.

Chong Duan held his sword and sat sideways, straddling the back of the horse, with a red scarf behind him, looking like a young hero, Rong Qianji smiled and said: "Xue is the best match for you."

In the snowy light that day, Zhong Duan's eyebrows were tough, he nodded, and the corners of his lips curved: "It's not as good as you."