Aggrieved Fish Sprite

The ink carp bent down, and cautiously stretched out its hand towards the white dumpling.

As soon as the fingertips touched the outermost layer of fluff, all the water droplets sticking to the white mouse evaporated, and the round little thing immediately rolled on Dr. Mo's shoe, with its belly facing up, and its four paws resting comfortably. Put it on your side.

——Spiritual animals can still survive in caves and can cultivate by themselves!

He finally found the same kind of black carp and was very happy. The more he looked at the white mouse, the more he fell in love with it. He wanted to take out something to feed it, but this time he went into the mountain in a hurry, so he didn't bring anything.

The ink carp tentatively poked the white mouse's belly.

Soft and warm.

The white mouse didn't resist, and hugged Doctor Mo's finger with its little paw.

The spiritual power flowed out from the ink carp's fingertips, and it quickly received a response. Although the aura of the chubby white mouse was incompatible with this grotto, it swallowed the spiritual power given by the black carp without hindrance, and even shook it twice The ink carp's fingers seemed to be asking for more.

"Where did you come from?"

The ink carp didn't tease the fat mouse anymore. If it was the same kind, the other party might have already developed spiritual intelligence.

He guessed that a few days ago, it was also the white mouse that sneaked into the cave, knocked down the medicine basket, and crushed the ice.As a result, he jumped out of the water after being alarmed, scaring the little guy.

The ink carp touched the delicate paws of the white mouse. Since it is a mouse, it should also have the ability to burrow into the ground.

He searched the entire Qimao Mountain that day, but he didn't think of looking for it underground.

Furthermore, the breath of this little thing is too weak.

Mo Li couldn't help holding the chubby white mouse in front of his eyes, assessing its strength. Although they were both monsters, there was a gap between the tiger monster and the mouse monster.Take the ink carp itself as an example, its original body was a fish. More than ten years ago, there was a torrential rain on Qimao Mountain, and the grottoes were filled with stagnant water. rushed out.It struggled all the way to get out, but what a fish can do, the aura can't stop the flood, even if it struggles to jump out of the water, it will still be carried away by the current.

When Mo Li hugged a piece of wood, he realized that he had subconsciously transformed into a human form.

The driftwood is not big and can only bear the size of a child.

——Then he was picked up by Mr. Qin.

At that time, Mo Li couldn't even speak, couldn't walk, couldn't read big characters, and didn't know all kinds of dangers in the world.If the real identity is discovered, the consequences will be disastrous.

"My luck is very good, and it seems that your luck is also good." Mo Li reached out and tapped the tip of the chubby white mouse's nose. The latter tilted his head and glanced at him, then rolled himself into a ball again.

"Come back with me?" Mo Li pushed the ball away again and discussed with Fat Mouse.

The white mouse shook his head.

Doctor Mo pondered: "That's right, the cave has more aura here."

But he always felt that the breath of the white mouse was incompatible with the cave. Even if the soft ball was lying in his palm, Moli had the illusion that the other party might disappear at any time. Reminiscent of the recent vision in Zhushan County, Moli tentatively asked: "Do you know dragon veins?"

Unexpectedly, the white mouse nodded.

Although with its hairball-like body, nodding is far less obvious than shaking its head.

Mo Li was startled, and he held the white mouse to the level of his eyes: "Do you really know the dragon veins? There are dragon veins in Qimao Mountain?"

Fat Mouse nodded affirmatively.

Mo Li couldn't help lowering his voice and asked, "Then, where is the dragon vein?"

Fat Mouse stepped on Mo Carp's palm.

"..."

Probably realizing that his size could not fully express the correct meaning, the chubby white mouse turned over and raised its paws to point to the ground.

"Under our... feet?" Mo Li never thought that the so-called dragon veins were actually hidden under this cave.

It makes sense to think about it, this is the most abundant place in Qimao Mountain.

The white mouse waved its paw towards the pool, then pulled a long line and stopped in the direction of the cave entrance.After it was done, it still felt that it was not enough. The two front paws seemed to be holding a pine cone, and gestured to draw out the largest space it could cover.

"Is it Lingquantan? The whole grotto? Qimao Mountain?"

When Mo Li said the last word, Fat Mouse nodded heavily.

Doctor Mo sighed, the dragon's veins are so big, spreading all over the Qimao Mountain, it's really the worst situation.Such a huge mountain cannot be moved or covered, so how can it be protected?

Master Li said that natural disasters and man-made disasters will make the dragon veins appear in the world, but there is no change in this cave. Since he entered the mountain, he has not seen anything unusual all the way.Could it be that the dragon vein is an intangible thing, its existence and its passing are both invisible and intangible?

Should not be ah.

Humans can't feel it, he is a monster, and he can't even find it?

What kind of existence is a dragon vein?

The chubby white mouse saw the ink carp frowning in a daze, moved its little paws, and quietly rolled up, then its whole body suddenly floated up, and hit the ink carp's eyebrows straight.

Its speed was very fast, and when the ink carp realized it, Bai Tuanzi was already very close.

The ink carp hurriedly dodged, feeling inexplicable, the white dumpling missed a hit, and unexpectedly collapsed, turning into a thick fog and enveloping the ink carp violently.

"boom!"

The water in the pool surged, forming a tall water column.

The jet of water even passed through the cracks in the roof of the cave and sprayed outward.

The silver moonlight continued to circulate in the water waves, followed by a faint golden glow, and then became brighter and brighter. The gold and silver rays of light filled the entire pool, and at the same time the grotto shook, and the snow melted one after another.

This was just the beginning, and Qimao Mountain began to shake slightly within a radius of three hundred miles.

The people fled out of their homes in panic, yelling that Dilong turned over.

The tragedy of house destruction did not happen. Although the shaking was obvious, the magnitude was not large. Standing on the ground, people could only feel the numbness of the soles of their feet and shiver involuntarily.

After shaking like this for a full quarter of an hour, the vibration stopped.

People held their heads and looked around tremblingly, and found that the house was still a house, there was no big crack in the ground, and there was nothing broken in the house.

It's just that everyone's head and body were covered by the snow that fell from the heights.

There are also particularly unlucky people who were injured by crushed ice.

Qin Lu held Tang Xiaotang in his arms, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, he looked in the direction of Qimao Mountain, and couldn't stop worrying in his heart.

But in the grottoes of Mount Qimao, Mo Li's consciousness is falling into a void. Looking up, there is a dazzling light, and looking down, the clouds and mist are rolling. He can't see his body, as if he has transformed into a gust of wind. Just a touch of cloud, just like this.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly saw the criss-crossing houses and squares under the clouds.

There are mountains in the distance, and the river passes through the city.

There is some faint fire in the city, and the ink carp wants to look again, but the "body" can't help but float forward. What you see is a magnificent palace city with red walls and glazed tiles. .

The halls and pavilions are lined up, row upon row.

In the middle of the palace, on the corners of the long eaves extending out, there are ten squatting beasts with different shapes.

"This is..." Mo Carp exclaimed in a low voice.

The teacher taught that nine is the extreme number, and there is only one place in the world with ten squatting beasts on the roof.That is the Hall of Wanhe, facing the south, where the lonely emperor held a court meeting, received homage from all directions, and surrendered to the world.

Although the world is in chaos today, and any cat or dog can raise a banner and proclaim themselves emperor, but it is not possible to build such a large city and such a grand palace with money.

So this must be Taijing Xianyang.

Xianyang was the capital of several dynasties, also known as Taijing, because every dynasty likes to change the name of the royal capital, the imperial city, resulting in very confusing records, and it has been changed in this way, and the capital is always mentioned in books and studies. It is very troublesome, and it is taboo at every turn, so there is another name of Taijing.

All right, why did you suddenly arrive in Taijing?

Mo Li was at a loss. At this moment, an extremely powerful aura enveloped the entire capital, and he was deeply trapped in it, unable to break free.Ink carp raised his head instinctively, and the originally dazzling golden light suddenly became much gentler. He saw a gigantic creature entrenched in the sky above Taijing, and the beam of Wanhe Hall could only reach a scale of it.

Dragon, golden dragon.

The ink carp opened its mouth uncontrollably, because he felt the breath of the giant dragon, which was exactly the same as the little fat mouse that squatted in his palm just now.

"who are you?"

"..."

The golden dragon bowed its head slowly, its body was too huge, its eyes were like two suns that suddenly lit up in the dark night.

The ink carp looked weird, he felt that "he" was held in the claw by the dragon, and the golden dragon breathed a sigh of relief, the ink carp felt dizzy instantly, and when he reappeared, he seemed to have a body.

He raised his paw inexplicably.

Wait, where did the claws come from?

Mo Li looked down at "myself", and then froze.

He has a slender body with black and shiny scales, sharp claws on his belly, and a long beard that seems to flutter on the side of his face.

——It doesn't look like a snake, let alone a lizard.

Mo Li raised his head numbly, and saw the reflection of "self" in Jin Long's dazzling pupils.

A small pocket black dragon, so emaciated that one might suspect that it is malnourished.

But why is this feeling so familiar, as if something similar happened before - Mo Li suddenly thought of that chubby white mouse, and it was just squatting in his palm, soft, harmless and well-behaved.

cheated.

The ink carp was expressionless, Jinlong raised the other paw, pointed at himself, and then at the ink carp.

"Come and find me." The voice was like thunder from the sky, accompanied by countless echoes.

"why?"

Mo Li thought, why would he talk to a dragon who lied to him.

"You are the dragon's veins, and I am also the dragon's veins, protect yourself." Jinlong turned his head sideways and gently pushed the ink carp with his claws.

"Wait, what did you say?"

Mo Li was shocked, and he asked instinctively, but the gust of wind rolled him up and down, and when he was able to open his eyes, what he saw was the Lingquan Pool surging in the golden light and silver light.

"boom."

The water flowed back into the pool, splashing water droplets all over the ink carp, he stepped back a few steps, leaned directly against the cave wall, and gasped for breath.

There were no dragons or fat rats in the cave, and the strange smell disappeared completely.

Mo Li wiped his face, and he soon realized that his body had never left the grotto, and the scene just now was just what he saw consciously, just like he occasionally used spiritual power to investigate Mount Qimao.

Longmai, Taijing...

Golden Dragon, Black Dragon...

Mo Li sat down on the ground in a daze, so he is not a monster?

The author has something to say:

The fat mouse squatted on the ink carp, narrowed its eyes, and then transformed itself, holding the ink carp in the palm of its hand: This is how it feels, is it fun?

Ink carp: ...

Punch him in the past.

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Mo Li couldn't help lowering his voice and asked, "Then, where is the dragon vein?"

Fat Mouse stepped on Mo Li's palm: You

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Thinking that he was the protagonist of an article on how to grow up, with the mentality of an old father, holding a giant white ginseng and white fox snake, suddenly a little fat mouse fell from the sky, he happily picked it up and prepared to raise it, but the world was spinning. A huge golden dragon looked at him with a smile like an old father.

main character:……

Protagonist: Where is the author?I want to strike!I'm not a monster!