Master does not ride a dragon

A few miles to the west of Wanguiquanqu, the village was completely boiled by the fire of the dragon.Jiaolong hadn't fully awakened yet, and didn't fly into the air, but just walked back and forth in the village, screaming from time to time, swinging his body trying to throw Yufei into the water, and the sea of ​​fire gradually spread.

Yufei picked up half of the dragon scale, his hands were blistered, and he was still shouting: "Sikong!"

"Sikong" fell into the boiling water several times in a row, without any echo.

Yu Fei shouted again: "Sikong! If you don't make a sound, I have no choice but to tell you—"

A person's head poked out from under the dragon's belly, "Don't tell me, Master."

Sikong Hu's face was pale, his lips were red, his brows were dark, and he looked a bit evil.

Yu Fei was taken aback for a moment, and felt that Sikong Hu was so sophisticated and weird in dealing with everything this day, so he couldn't help asking, "What are you doing down here?"

Sikong Hu chatted unintentionally, "Let me see where there are no scales. Don't talk."

The dragon scales were so hard that they couldn't be easily pierced by a knife or gun, and they couldn't just let go—they would fall into the water as soon as they let go, and they would be cooked into flesh if they fell into the water.

Sikong Hu climbed up a few more steps by clawing at the gaps in the scales, and his doubts in his heart became more and more intense.

Before finishing his thought, Jiaolong turned his head again and spit out a ball of fire at Yufei.Sikong Hu's hand was like lightning, he swished his hand to hold the long fangs under Jiaolong's kiss, stood tremblingly among the dragon patterns, and blocked the momentum with the crossbow!

The fireball hit Yukang's crossbow, rolled back from the same path, and was swallowed back by Jiaolong.

Jiaolong stared blankly for a while, intending to keep his mouth shut.Sikong Hu's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick, so he jumped up and tried to grab the dragon's horn to get away from the dragon's kiss, but he was in vain - Sikong Hu's eyes went straight, this dragon is missing a horn!

As a result, Sikong Hu couldn't avoid lying directly on the dragon's face, and stared at Jiaolong for a while.

However, just as Sikong Hu's hair stood on end, Jiaolong suddenly blinked slowly.

There are countless legends about evil dragons in the world, but there is never a story about a dragon with cat-like eyes.It's weird, it's surly, and it can't turn a corner.

Sikong Hu slowly stretched out his hand, grabbed the gap between the scales and sat on the dragon head, staring at the small piece of red under the dragon's neck, he turned another corner in his thoughts.

In fact, he suffered an internal injury just now, the demonic energy could no longer be hidden, and Yu Fei couldn't detect it, which is normal; but how could Jiaolong not notice it?

According to the theory that the demonic energy devoured each other, he should have been a useless person by now—but Jiaolong howled at Yufei from the beginning to the end, and didn't even look at him from the beginning to the end.

It's like... It's like a man is looking at his own finger and a dog is looking at his tail, turning a blind eye.

Master never told him where this devilish energy came from, nor what level of devilish energy it was, let alone where his life came from.

Sikong Hu didn't know why he was so bold, but he had a strange idea.

This dragon...wouldn't have anything to do with him, would it?

Yu Fei was so frightened that he was scared out of his wits, and shouted with his mouth: "Sikong, come down!"

Sikong Hu sat on the dragon's head, slid down the neck along the dragon's spine, and touched the red skin with his hand.

Yes, this dragon was seriously injured, not only missing a corner, but also missing a scale, and it happened to be at the fatal point.

But do you really want to kill this dragon?

For some reason, Sikong Hu instinctively felt a little bit reluctant, and removed his palm from the piece of flesh and blood.Jiaolong probably had too deep a memory of the pain of this piece of meat, and after being touched like this, he became angry again, turned his head suddenly, and opened his mouth to bite down!

Sikong Hu immediately raised his crossbow and tried to push back the dragon's kiss, but Yu Fei had already touched it nearby, and before Sikong Hu could say "no" out of his mouth, Yu Fei's broken sword had already pierced the flesh and blood of the dragon's neck!

The black dragon paused for a moment, and then probably felt the pain. Its body swayed violently, and the dragon's tail flashed back and forth like lightning, rushing the two of them to pieces.

The ground shook again, and the surrounding temperature suddenly rose again.

Sikong Hu and Yufei looked at each other in the firelight, and the same two words were written on their faces, "It's over".

Yufei was the first to move, stepping on the dragon's kiss and rushing up to the dragon's head, the broken sword and the black scales collided, making a sound of gold and stone, accompanied by his shouting: "Sikong! Kill! This is not a kindness. when!"

That's right, in the current situation, if the dragon doesn't die, they will die.

Sikong Hu was unequivocal, grabbed the dragon tooth and hung half of his body, Yu Kang stretched to the limit, and a beam of light arrows rushed towards the blood-red flesh!

The sharp head of the light arrow sank into the flesh, and unexpectedly condensed into a solid body. It made a light "poof" sound, and unexpectedly drew a string of fierce fire. I don't know whether it came from the crossbow or from the dragon.

The black dragon suddenly stopped its movements, slowly lowered its head, and fixedly stared at Sikong Hu... Yukang in his hand.

Sikong Hu didn't feel very well, the moment the light arrow sank into the dragon's body, his body seemed to be tormented as if thousands of arrows passed through it.There seemed to be a raging fire burning between the lungs and heart, which made Sikong Hu's mind go blank, strange scenes filled his mind one after another, his eyes were cracked, and the hand that was holding on to Longya was finally released.

The scorching air in the short distance turned into a hot wind passing by, and Sikong Hu fell into the boiling water with a "boom".

In the Wangui Quanqu cave, a piece of jade-colored sword light in front of Ah Tai's eyes slowly circled through the dust and flames.

Ah Tai was dumbfounded: "...Master Uncle?"

Lu Ju frowned with his raised eyebrows, his face was as white as paper, and he held the Taiwei sword horizontally in his hand, and the hilt of the sword was pressing against his chest.

Ah Tai breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lu Ju, and then cried again, "Uncle, the ball is still inside!"

Lu Ju took his arm and walked in, and asked sharply, "Where is Ah Hu? Why don't you see Ah Hu outside?"

Ah Tai watched as Lu Ju threw out several spiritual formulas in a row, and the evil fire in the cave was extinguished in sevens and eighties. Then she saw Lu Ju smashed the cave wall with one finger, stepped inside, and brushed away the sea of ​​flames casually, revealing a mess stone.

He hastily rushed forward, pulled up the ball from under the stone wall which was half buried by the rocks, felt for breath, and said incoherently: "Sikong...? We didn't see Sikong!"

Lu Ju gritted his teeth, squatted down and pushed away the pile of rocks bit by bit.

No.

Sikong Hu is not in Wanguiquanqu.

"Amu! Amu!"

Sikong Hu thought a little dazedly, who is Amu?

Oh——The master said that Meng Qingtong called Lu Ju "Amu".

Sikong Hu suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart, he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight.

There is a cluster of purple magnolias in front of you, a mountain of red maple like fire, and a golden silk enchantment on the top of the cave. This is Danqingya!

And...Amu! ?

A person next to him rubbed his eyes and straightened up from the big rock under the purple magnolia, "Master." His eyes passed over Sikong Hu, as if he was a ball of air.

Sikong Hu is very clear about his current situation, which means transparency.He didn't care about thinking about anything extra, just stared at that face and didn't say a word for a long time.

This person is white-clothed and jade-clad, with delicate and distinct facial features, thin lips and long eyebrows, very familiar - that's Lu Ju!

Although the facial features are exactly the same, Sikong Hu can tell at a glance that this is not his master who has cultivated his soul with magic power for 17 years and maintained the appearance of a young man in his early twenties.

The Lu Ju in front of me is about seventeen or eighteen years old, a real boy.The young man's face had an aura that could only be called "youthful". His soft and long eyes were gentle and bright, like a bright moon, and his raised eyebrows were full of high spirits.

Sikong Hu was lying on the branch in front of Lu Ju, completely dumbfounded.It's not because it's too good-looking—it's because of Lu Jutong's body in front of him. Looking around, there is only a trace of flatness and kindness in his eyes that can barely catch the bait with his impression of the master—if he insists, there may be that point Sleepiness extended to 17 years later. 17 years later, Lu Ju is like this and can't wake up all day long.

Then the opposite is--

Meng Qingtong squatted on the stone, casually took off the blue robe wrapped with gold, and nodded his chin, "Amu, are you still sleeping?"

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