see dragon

Just like a person can distinguish a person from a group of spirit beasts at a glance, he uses his eyes to feel the difference between his own group and other groups.The difference between immortals and beasts depends more on smell, even if they sometimes pretend to be human, they can't hide it from the same kind.

Gu Fuyou thought that he hadn't identified it before, because she wasn't Qingluan herself, so she didn't understand what the strange feeling in her heart was.It turned out that it was because the girl was a mixed blood of the Qingluan tribe.

Suddenly, when he changed his mind, his heart trembled.

Zhong Michu saw that she was of mixed blood, so wouldn't that girl also be able to see through Zhong Michu's identity? It would be great if she could only see that Zhong Michu was a hybrid of fairy beast and human race. wonderful.

Gu Fuyou went to see Zhong Michu.As soon as the eyes of the two made contact, they both understood what the other was thinking.The door of the living room has been opened, and Zuo Yuanrong made a gesture of invitation.Gu Fuyou said to Zhong Michu and Mr. Zhai: "Go and wait outside."

The two replied: "Yes." They took the spirit beast Yuanshan and took the opportunity to go out.

When Zhong Mi first went out.Twenty-three did not leave, she was sitting under the shadow of the stone lion, and she was looking back towards the reception hall. When she saw Zhong Michu and Mr. Zhai coming out, she immediately stood up and half-kneeled on the ground to salute: "My lord."

Mr. Zhai folded his fan to block the sun, and said with a smile: "I can't afford it, I can't afford it. Whatever you do to me, you are still a slave. Where did you come from?" Zhong Michu, as the Dragon King, can afford it. Therefore, Mr. Zhai did not include her in his words.

Zhong Michu walked up to her slowly and asked, "Are you waiting for me?" Although it was a question, the tone was firm.

"No, it's not..." Twenty-three looked up at her, then lowered his head cowardly, and changed his voice: "Yes."

Her voice was weak and she seemed afraid to speak up.Zhong Michu discovered that it was not only because of her submissiveness, but also because of her stuttering.

Zhong Michu took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to her.Twenty-san looked at the snow-white handkerchief with blank eyes.Mr. Zhai pointed to his nose and said, "Go on."

Twenty-three took it with both hands, and said, "Thank you, sir." Holding the handkerchief in his hand, he still wiped his face with his sleeve.

"Get up. Which branch of Qingluan are you?"

Twenty-san stood up, straightened his body, but still dodged his eyes: "Shao, Shaoji..." She hesitated for a while before she dared to ask: "What about you?" She had heard that the mixed blood of the dragon race had a high status and would not be someone else's. His slave, this person may be a mixed blood of the Qingluan clan, thinking of this, she couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised.

Zhong Michu stared at her for a while, but didn't speak.Mr. Zhai answered for her: "Da E, she is Da E." Mr. Zhai breathed a sigh of relief. At present, it seems that this girl did not directly see the identity of Zhong Michu's dragon clan.She thought that Zhong Michu had a good relationship with Jiuyao, so he should know a lot about the Daji branch, and if she was a Daji, she would be easy to pretend in the future.

Twenty-san dared not look people in the eye, but after hearing Mr. Zhai's words, his gaze became sharper when looking elsewhere.

"You waited for me, just wanted to ask about this?"

Nian San pinched the veil, his eye circles turned red, and after a long time, he said in a low voice, "I, I thought... I was the only one in this world. I was the only one from the Qingluan clan, mixed blood." His voice gradually choked.

Mr. Zhai couldn't understand the weight of the words, but he felt a little embarrassed when he saw the girl's reaction and lied to her like this.

But Zhong Michu could understand.Over the years, there have been very few mixed bloods of the Qingluan clan, and they cannot be compared with the mixed bloods of the Dragon clan.Perhaps it is true as what Nian San said, she is the only Qingluan mixed blood in this world.She doesn't belong to the Qingluan clan, nor does she belong to the human race. She is a different kind, a minority. The world is so big that there is no home for her.

Years ago, she was the same.I thought that I was the only one suffering the pain, but later I realized that this is not the case. Everyone in the world has their own pain.

Zhong Michu said warmly: "May I trouble you with something?" Twenty-three raised his head to look at her.

"Don't mention my identity to others, I... Master, she doesn't like it."

Twenty-san wanted to agree to her, but he was a little embarrassed, afraid that he would offend her if he didn't agree, and he was afraid that he would offend her if he failed to keep the promise.All the people in this world can go in groups, but she walks alone.Now it is hard to meet someone of the same kind, who is still older than her, and her heart is full of indescribable satisfaction, as if she can feel at ease just looking at this stranger, and she still wants to talk to her a lot, not wanting to annoy her she.So he stood restlessly, his face flushed a little, and he didn't know how to tell Zhong Michu.

Zhong Michu said: "Before your master uses the power of the contract, please try not to mention it."

Twenty-Three nodded quickly, what she cared about was Zuo Yuanrong's questioning with the power of the contract, she couldn't resist: "I, my master doesn't need a contract, I won't say..."

"Thank you."

After a while, Twenty-Three plucked up his courage and asked: "That person, does that person treat you well, will she..." She thought about the adjectives, and could only get one: "Hit you?"

"No." Zhong Michu was silent for a while, and said, "She is very nice and doesn't know how to beat others, but sometimes she has a bad temper."

Twenty-Three looked a little hopeful.Zhong Mi saw it for the first time and knew that it was his longing for Qingluan.The relationship between the Qingluan clan and the mixed race of the Qingluan clan is a bit like she and her mother, one loathes it, the other fears and longs for it.When she thinks of Yunran, she always feels lost in her heart, there is a piece that is always missing.

Mr. Zhai made the ape mountain into a pillar, and leaned on it to look at Ersan. Zuo Yuanrong said that many slaves entered Bailu City from the urine, and this kind of place naturally wouldn't teach these slaves to read and write.She always felt something was wrong listening to Er Sansan's words. Now that she thought about it, Er Sansan's language was too poor, and sometimes she couldn't even express her thoughts in words.She felt that Twenty-Three's stuttering might also be related to this.She clicked her tongue in her heart, feeling a pity for such a delicate little girl.

Mr. Zhai made two gestures to Zhong Michu.Zhong Michu glanced sideways.Just in time, the guard who helped Ersanna came over and called: "Niansan, the training officer wants you to go back to Dashe." Dashe is the place where slaves live.Men and women are separated, and slaves with high numbers often live in a room with a dozen people, while conditions with low numbers are better, with one or two people living in a room.

Twenty-three didn't want to leave so quickly, she was afraid that she might not see her next time, or never see her again from now on.Zhong Michu seemed to see through her thoughts, and said: "We are going to stay here for a while. The master needs someone who knows Bailu City to serve you. You are willing. If you come by then, you want to know about the Shaoji or Daji clans You can also ask me about it." If this is the case, they can monitor her and reduce the chance of her revealing her identity.

"But, can I?" Twenty-Three jumped up and down, the jump didn't make many waves, and it was fleeting, she whispered: "She is Qingluan, she doesn't like mixed blood, I, she will hate..."

Zhong Michu said: "She is a little different from other Qingluan." Mr. Zhai nodded aside, telling the truth.

Zhong Michu said again: "I'm also of mixed race." Mr. Zhai nodded again, it was true.

Zhong Michu said: "She doesn't hate it. It's just guarding and guiding the way. You don't have to be afraid. I will ask her then, if you are willing..."

Twenty-Three nodded: "Yes." For them, there was never a willingness or not, only whether the master asked or not.But at this moment, she felt a little different. It turned out that being asked for opinions was such a satisfying thing, even though she was willing to do it.

Someone over there called again: "Twenty-three!"

Nian San returned the handkerchief to Zhong Michu, bid farewell to the two, walked quickly a few steps, and looked back, seeing that the two were still looking at her where they were.She blushed and ran away quickly.

Mr. Zhai said: "It's a pity for such a delicate little girl." Mr. Zhai couldn't help shivering when he remembered that he was just one step away from entering such a ghostly place.

Zhong Michu didn't answer, but just looked back at the auditorium.Seeing this, Mr. Zhai smiled and said, "Worried about 'Master'? Don't worry, she can handle it."

Gu Fuyou and Zuo Yuan melted into the auditorium.Gu Fuyou said to the monks of Zuo Shaode: "You are guarding outside the door."

The four monks were taken aback.Zuo Shaode told him to stay by Qingluan's side as much as possible, especially when she was talking with Zuo Yuanrong. It was only the beginning, and Qingluan was so uncooperative.

Zuo Yuanrong was overjoyed, he wished that there would be fewer people in the way, so he immediately told Zuo Yi and the others: "You also stay outside." They are all his favorite people, so they naturally understand what he means, and they don't wait for that The four monks responded, once Zuo Yuanrong and Gu Fuyou entered, they closed the door.

The auditorium is very spacious, built like a hall, except for 36 pillars, there is only the throne of the city lord in the center, and there is not even a guest chair.

Gu Fuyou said with a smile: "I don't even have a chair, it seems that I have to stand and talk to the city lord."

Zuo Yuanrong let out an "ah" in disapproval, and led Gu Fuyou straight to the front of the throne. He walked behind the throne and supported the back of the seat: "There is no reason for seniors to stand and talk."

Gu Fuyou said with a smile: "This is the throne of the city lord, it is not suitable for me to sit on it."

Zuo Yuanrong's cheeks were rosy, and he said vaguely: "As long as senior is willing, senior can sit anywhere in my White Deer City."

Gu Fuyou just pretended not to understand, with a half-smile, stepped up the steps in two steps, then turned around and sat on the throne of the city lord: "This seat doesn't like to be courteous with others, since the city lord said that I can sit, then I will sit, but It's going to be tiring for the city lord to stand and talk to me."

Zuo Shaode overestimated his brother, he hadn't made it through three days, and it was his true nature to be able to strike up a conversation like this on the first day.

Zuo Yuanrong said: "I'm not tired." Zuo Yuanrong slid his fat hands down the back of the chair to the armrest, and said with a smile: "I should have asked senior to rest in the guest room first, and clean up the dust for senior at night, but I was only thinking about senior I'm here to choose slaves, I don't know what the senior likes, so I want to ask clearly in advance, so that I can arrange for the senior..." Zuo Yuanrong walked to the side, and saw Gu Fuyou's bare feet exposed outside, with white insteps and exquisite toes Cute, a pair of silver chains are tied around the ankles, after a glance, it seems that the lustful heart is tied and dragged out.

He stared at those feet and couldn't take his eyes off.

Gu Fuyou said: "It's just right, I also have something to say to the city lord."

Zuo Yuanrong's three souls flew into seven souls, and he could only respond: "Huh?"

Gu Fuyou said with a smile: "The city lord's grandnephew is under house arrest in Wantong City, and he is asking me for help."

Zuo Yuanrong was in a trance for a while, and frowned, "Who?"

Gu Fuyou said: "Zuo Tianlang is the son of Zuo Yue's Suzerain Zuo."

"Who put him under house arrest?"

"In Wantong City, who else can put him under house arrest?"

Zuo Yuanrong smiled and said, "Senior, you are joking. What is my second elder brother doing to put Tianlang under house arrest?"

Gu Fuyou said: "That's right. What is he doing under house arrest?"

Zuo Yuanrong's smile sank slightly.Gu Fuyou said: "This seat came out this time, but the City Lord of Wantong City sent this seat a task, asking this seat to persuade the City Lord Alliance to join him in charitable deeds and achieve great things. If this seat doesn't respond, I won't be able to leave Look at his Wantong City, the person he sent to monitor me is standing outside."

Zuo Yuanrong looked towards the door, puzzled and said: "Is the senior from Tianlang, who came to ask for help, or my second brother, who came to be a lobbyist?"

Gu Fuyou smiled sweetly: "I don't belong to anyone, I just came to pick up the slave that Zuo Zongzhu gave to me."