Pick up the Dragon

Qian Yue froze for a moment, then shook his head.

Li Yi asked again: "How did you get bitten at that time? Let me restore the situation at that time?"

Qian Yue: "At that time, I went with Jiuyuan..."

She just mentioned "Jiuyuan", Li Yi didn't continue to listen, and dragged the absent Long Guard over, brushed away his unsightly gray hair very bluntly, and sure enough, he also found a behind his ear. Tiny red dots!

His expression suddenly became even weirder than before. Jiu Yuan touched his ears, and asked with a look of confusion, "Wang, what's the matter?"

"The book said," Li Yi tried to restrain his emotions, "two people who are bitten by the same-minded gu will be 'one mind and communicate with each other' from now on, which is basically equivalent to...cough, they are married."

Jiu Yuan: "..."

Qian Yue: "..."

Li Yi cleared his throat: "Because this Gu will not fail as long as it is used successfully, and it has made many Wu clan men and women feel true to each other, so it is called the 'Holy Gu' by the Wu clan. If it takes effect, if you can go back on your word within seven days, you can release the Gu."

Qian Yue asked dryly: "What's the way to cure Gu? Do you want to ask them for an antidote?"

"Uh," Li Yi was at a loss for words, switching his gaze back and forth between the two of them, "The way to untangle the Gu is a bit special, it requires two people to bite off each other's earlobe at the same time, and suck the red spot away, that's all."

Jiu Yuan: "..."

Qian Yue: "..."

The two of them turned their faces away in unison, their ears blushed in unison, and they proved to the Dragon King with practical actions that this method of dispelling the Gu would never be implemented.

"It's done here," Zhu Jin stepped forward, feeling the embarrassment among the three of them, and couldn't help but be at a loss, "Shall we start now? Or wait?"

Li Yi was eager for someone to rescue him, so he hurriedly ran after him: "Let's go now."

The two vermilion birds returned to their original forms, holding a net bag in their mouths, with a few tattered puppets in the net, and flew northward.Everything about the Wu Clan has finally been forgotten in this bottomless dense forest. The truth about 13 years ago, about the final fate of the girl Moth, is finally untestable.

The Suzaku Clan never found any trace of the "living puppet", and the entire Wu Clan never reappeared. Maybe it died together with the girl, or maybe it fulfilled the wish of the current patriarch and completely disappeared from people's sight. , do not communicate with foreigners.No matter what kind of ending, the witch clan starts with the word "mysterious" and ends with the word "mysterious". Together with their unknown witchcraft, they are completely hidden in the continuous peaks.

The two big birds flew to Xianzhou, and Zhu Li and several other tribes packed up the remaining puppets, and sent them back to a small village beside the Li River, where they found an open space amidst the cries of the villagers, and burned the puppets to death with a handful of red birds. clean.

The fool wandering around in the village suddenly wasn't stupid again, rushed out from the crowd of onlookers, grabbed Zhu Li's sleeve before they burned him, and asked softly, "Can I have another look at him?"

The idiot is ashamed, but the idiot's eyes are surprisingly clean, and the clean eyes can't hide his inner prayer. As soon as Zhu Li saw him, he knew that he couldn't keep him.

He took a step back slowly, making his clansmen take a step back, and said softly, "Go."

So the fool went, he knelt beside the puppet earnestly, helped him tidy up his clothes, wiped his face and hands earnestly... also seriously disappeared into the fire and turned into a wisp of green smoke.

With a sigh broken into the crying, Zhu Li led his clansmen to distribute money to these villagers, and re-tied the small boat with awning on the side of the Lijiang River, coming like a gust of wind, and leaving like a gust of wind, like scattered green smoke, It disperses and disperses without leaving any traces.

The three of Li Yi returned to Peng's residence, and stayed by the bed for a few more days before Peng Yu finally woke up.

The first thing he said when he woke up was: "I dreamed about Yang Dao."

The puppet Yang Dao is still poking in the courtyard. Although the Dragon King is separated by an enchantment so that no one will touch him, it is still scary to poke there. But without Master Peng's order, no one dares to touch him casually. The people in the yard were waiting for their young master to wake up quickly and get rid of this puppet.

After all, not everyone has feelings for Yang Dao. Although they are all under the same roof, they are also from the Peng family, but the caravans who have been doing business all the year round may not know each other, let alone the Peng family. Up and down these servants who stay at home.

Anyway, death is dead, and Hua Tuo will not be able to save him again, and he will become an ugly puppet again. It doesn't matter if you are Yang Dao or Yang Jian, it doesn't matter if you are ugly, but if you still poke in the yard to scare people, that is you It's wrong.

Peng Yu put on his clothes and stood up. The broken bones hadn't healed yet, and the wound on his back hadn't scabbed yet. He stood at the door with some hemiplegia, looked around the yard, and finally sighed softly: "Burn it!" .”

Relieved from the burden, the entire Peng family dragged a few puppets to the outskirts of the city and burned them. After the dragon fire burned, not even a pinch of ashes would be left behind. "Fulfilling all kinds of grievances, raising swords to the world" will finally be handed over to future generations to complete. .

Peng Yu supported the door frame with his good arm, and showed a bleak smile: "Brother Ding is going to have a companion this time when he walks Huangquan Road... But he should have passed away long ago, I hope Xiao Yang's next life... ...you can really 'wander the rivers and lakes', don't get involved in these things anymore."

Li Yi didn't answer his words, but only helped him put on the coat that was about to fall, and gave him a little support on his shoulder: "It's cold outside, go back to the house."

The two turned around the screen, and Peng Yu said again: "Hey, why don't you go back to the West Wing, and just sleep here with me?"

Li Yi looked at him in surprise: "Why?"

Peng Yu pouted outside: "Jiuyuan Qianyue and the others didn't solve that concentric Gu, shouldn't we have made some substantial progress?"

"What progress do you want? Didn't you eat enough dragon saliva last time?" Li Yi was very funny, "Stop messing around before your injury heals——Speaking of this, I still want to talk about you, what happened to you that day? Madness insists on blocking it? Do you think we dragons can't withstand a blow from a puppet, or can't withstand the poison of the witch clan?"

"Don't blow it," a familiar voice suddenly came from outside the door, and Zhou Huai came in without knocking on the door, carrying a bowl of medicine, "You may not be able to withstand this poison, the so-called doctor does not heal himself, Your rejuvenation does not work on yourself."

Li Yi gave him a silent look: "Can you not demolish my platform?"

"No—come and drink the medicine."

The latter sentence was naturally spoken by Patient Peng. Patient Peng took the medicine bowl in his hand very consciously, and looked at the pitch-black bowl of soup medicine, feeling that it was not much different in color from the cauldron where the bollworm boiled the poison. Goosebumps all over his body for no reason, he pinched his nose and drank it all in one gulp.

"It's really bitter." His handsome face was so bitter, "Did you release Coptis chinensis again?"

"It goes without saying," Zhou Huai confessed his "crime" without changing his face, "you get what you pay for, you paid all the money, of course I can't be stingy on medicine, don't you think so?"

Peng Yu: "..."

Young Master Peng has been weak and weak for the past few days, he has no energy to toss about, and he is too lazy to argue with him, so he waved his hand to let him kneel down, and he will come to take medicine at another day—he returned to Peng’s house to recuperate on the second day after he returned to Xianzhou. At that time, he hadn't woken up yet, and Dr. Zhou, who had always paid four times as much for outpatient visits, didn't ask him for more money.

It would be even better if Coptis chinensis is not included in the medicine.

Chasing away Dr. Zhou who was an eyesore, Peng Yu leaned back as if he had no bones, but the injury on his back caused him to sit up straight again, grinning and sighing resentfully, "I miss being able to lie down so much." Days to sleep."

Li Yi put a cushion behind him: "Just bear with it."

Unable to bear it and had no other choice, Peng Yu had no choice but to admit that he was unlucky. He only felt that the bitter taste in his mouth hadn't dissipated for a long time, and pointed at the small bedside cabinet: "Bring me one."

There was a plate of dried plums on the cabinet, Li Yi looked at him with the eyes of "you have a lot to do", and at the same time handed over the plate, but Peng Yu didn't take it when it was at hand, and rolled his eyes: "You feed me."

Li Yi: "..."

So in the eyes of the Dragon King, "you have a lot of things" turned into "you are sick", he pinched one and handed it to his lips, but Peng Yu didn't eat the plum, but stuck out his tongue and licked his finger : "You feed me with your mouth."

This time "Are you sick" turned into "Are you looking for death?" Dragon King put out his whole life's self-cultivation and incomparable patience in treating sick patients, and finally could not bear to answer a swear word that rolls on the tip of his tongue, silently lucky three times, Then he picked up the plum between his teeth, knelt on the bed and leaned forward, conveying to him with his eyes, "Hurry up and take it away or you will bear the consequences."

Peng Yu was as good as he was good, and quickly snatched the unlucky plum into his mouth, and at the same time carefully slid his tongue over the other's lips: "It's so sweet."

Li Yi: "..."

The Dragon King silently endured this "mortal provocation". He only felt that his 3000-year-old dragon had not lived as wonderfully as this young master's 20-year life. hanging on the ears.

Before Young Master Peng had time to appreciate the other party's "blushing face", he lifted a rock and shot himself in the foot - got the Dragon King's paw on his face for no reason, and hung up the glorious "four stripes".

He stared dumbfounded at a certain dragon who had turned back into a little dragon, thinking that this fellow was not like this last time!Could it be that after being able to transform into a dragon freely, he found a new way not to be molested?

How can this be good!

Peng Yu laughed dryly, turned his head to look at the dragon hanging on his shoulder, and clearly saw two large characters in the light-colored dragon eyes: "It deserves it."

Young Master Peng touched his nose, and felt that the road ahead for "subduing the dragon" was difficult and dangerous, and he had to recharge his batteries and make a long-term plan.

Due to the injuries on his body, Peng Yu had to rest for a few days, and the search for the last piece of Suzaku Ling had to be temporarily put on hold, but Hongdou—Zhu Li said that this was not urgent, because this piece of Suzaku Ling was the only one of the Suzaku Clan that clearly knew about it. The section where he is located is just a little far away, so he is told to rest well and make plans after his injury recovers.

Peng Yu simply couldn't wish for it. It would be a lie to say that the journey of the Wu Clan was not exhausting. Gu insects, moths, puppets, and caravans, as soon as they closed their eyes, they turned around like lanterns in front of him. For a few days, I dreamed about the tragic death of the caravan, and even added a close-up of the ferocious faces of those puppets, and forcibly kneaded some fire and reflections together, stewing into a messy hodgepodge.

He was looking at two Yang Dao in his dream, as if he was trying to tell which one is the real Yang Dao, the human Yang Dao or the puppet Yang Dao, when Ding Er suddenly jumped out and pulled the human Yang Dao away, saying that the remaining one would be kept. Let's play for you, so the puppet Yang Dao swung his arms obediently and smashed their boat over.

Peng Yu woke up with a start, his heart was still beating wildly, and he said that what he dreamed about was all about what.Stretching out his hand to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead, he felt that the brazier in the room seemed to be overheated, and his whole body was sticky, making the wound on his back very painful.

He stared blankly for a while, hesitating whether to get up to drink some water, and suddenly heard a voice in his ear: "Are you having a nightmare again?"

Peng Yu was taken aback, and turned around to find that it was Li Yi who turned back into a human being at some point, forcibly occupying half of his bed and half of his quilt.

"It's not good for you," Peng Yu smiled dryly, "Aren't you refusing to sleep with me?"

The Dragon King had no expression on his face, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with lying here: "It doesn't matter, anyway, you can't do anything right now."

Peng Yu: "..."

There seems to be nothing wrong with this statement, but why is it inexplicably uncomfortable.

Peng Yu knew that the Dragon King's words were true, and he really couldn't expect him to do anything bad if he was paralyzed, so he turned himself over like a pancake: "I'd better sleep on my stomach...where are the soybeans?"

"He slept well in the brazier."

Peng Yu: "..."

With difficulty, he turned his head to the injured shoulder, glanced at the ground, and sure enough, he saw a little yellow bird lying on the charcoal fire, and couldn't help but take a deep breath: "You said it is not afraid of fire, doesn't that mean... Can't you eat a roasted bird?"

Li Yi glanced at him silently, and mourned for three seconds in silence for the soybeans that were always remembered as roasted birds.

"So what happened to the Suzaku Clan?" Peng Yu turned his head back again, "Red Dou disappeared as soon as he transformed into a form, don't want me as a father?"

Li Yi thought what kind of father are you?Bird father?Take a breath with your nose: "I don't know either. He said that the family is not stable. It may be because 'Li' has not been born these years, and the bird's heart is scattered. I don't think there are many birds available under his hands. I guess it will take a certain amount of time. Time gathers the birds of the clan."

In the Dragon King's sentence, "birds" come and "birds" go, Peng Yu felt goosebumps all over his body for no reason.

The "Li" of the Suzaku tribe is equivalent to the "king" of the dragon tribe. Peng Yu still felt that this title was awkward, and heard the other party say: "He asked the Xuanwu God, and the Xuanwu God responded that the basalt stone on Hengshan Mountain is not related to him." Relationship, it should be a naturally formed stone with a little basalt power on it-this should really be a coincidence, it can only be regarded as his bad luck."

Peng Yu couldn't help asking: "Since the Suzaku clan knows that there are basalt stones there that will suppress Li's birth, why didn't they make plans earlier?"

Li Yi: "According to them, because it is the place where the Suzaku God fell, they are afraid that any random movement will destroy the aura of Lihuo and prevent Li from being born at all, so they would rather delay it. What are they talking about under the suppression of the basalt stone?" Li, who can still be born in the next generation, will be more powerful, and will help become the next Suzaku God and so on-they have reasons for the opposite, and I don’t bother to listen.”

Peng Yu always felt that the Dragon King's words revealed an indescribable dislike for the Suzaku Clan. Now that Hongdou is not here, the dragon seems unwilling to continue to maintain his superficial modesty.Peng Yu couldn't resist poking the other person's face with a finger: "Let me tell you, what's the problem between your Dragon Clan and the Suzaku Clan? I've heard you mention it several times. Let me explain it in detail?"