Master does not ride a dragon

Lu Ju didn't say a word, but Sikong Hu already understood.

Si Ge is the spirit beast White Deer, because of his physique, what he and the piece of black iron are best at is suppressing demon energy.

Huoling is a monster with dragon scales and has its own body. Yukang just lives in it. What she can do is to absorb most of Sikong Hu's uncontrollable demonic energy.

In this way, no one will find that Sikong Hu has a natural demonic energy, and this soul belonging to Meng Qingtong can be compared with someone who is enough to kill someone.

Demon energy coexists harmoniously.

Then Lu Ju found Qianqiu Town, Qianqiu Mountain, and Baitouya, and propped up a huge enchantment, enclosing himself and Sikong Hu in it.

And the name "Lu Ju" was hidden behind the legend of Xianxia, ​​until he was forced to return to Shushan with the unfulfilled forbearance of the immortal Buddha.

He used to rely on the seven-foot green edge to step up to the supreme altar of my immortals step by step, and he used his superb skills to confuse the ups and downs of demons in the sky. In the end, he just returned to Danqing Cliff in Shushan Mountain, and forever guarded this place that was sprinkled with the blood of Mongolian youths. mountain peak.

It was a match made in heaven back then, but now the world is ashes.

Lu Ju has been so lonely all his life, and even more so.

The dream came to an abrupt end, but Sikong Hu didn't want to wake up, let alone think about a simple truth.

The memory fragments in this dream are not hanging on Lu Ju at all—Sikong Hu’s Yukang was drawn out of the front edge of the dragon’s scale by the dragon’s demonic energy, just as the demonic energy is pulling each other, Sikong Hu has always been surrounded by Meng Qingtong in the dream. dragged away.

Jiaolong looked at the Yukang crossbow formed from dragon scales, just as he was indifferent to watching the fire-throwing knife formed from dragon horns.

So 17 years ago, when Meng Qingtong hurled his knife into the fire, Jiaolong didn't want to resist at all; 17 years later, Sikong Hu would not be scalded by the flames entangled by the magic energy, let alone killed by the boiling water boiled by the magic energy. , He will not even be regarded as a "foreign object" by Jiaolong.

The devilish energy is on him, just like every demon is born with it.

As the body floated up and down in the scalding water, that thought burst out with severe pain.

"Master regards me as the reincarnation of Meng Qingtong."

Sikong Hu felt a pain in his back, it was because Yu Kang's pointed head pierced into the flesh, probably because he sank to the bottom of the water.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

The foul-smelling water curtain was so hot that air bubbles floated out, and through the translucent water curtain, a bright moon could be seen hanging in the middle of the sky.

A yellow beam dreamed, the world is still the world.

The pitch-black flood dragon was still eagerly curious about the people at the bottom of the water, while Yu Fei was bending down with his broken sword in his eyes, shouting: "Sikong! Come up!"

Sikong Hu didn't hesitate, his expression was as calm as if he had fished it out of ice water, he suddenly got up and raised his hand, and firmly grasped the cut-off sword!

Yu Fei was stunned for a moment, watching Sikong Hu take advantage of the situation and fly up, stepping on the dragon's kiss and leaping out of the air, holding the dragon's horn and sitting on the dragon's spine.

Sikong Hu casually touched the hot dragon scales, as if he was about to go crazy and die again.

Yu Fei hurriedly shouted: "Sikong, what happened to you?!"

The magic energy is transpiring and entangled with each other, similar to some kind of innate instinct.

Sikong Hu didn't look back, the dragon scales under his hands were hot and docile, inexplicably there was a sense of closeness in his heart that he hadn't seen in the past 17 years, almost blood, and another evil impulse to kill everything in the world and enshrine it on the altar.

Yu Fei looked at the drenched Sikong Hu and slowly turned his head, looking at him expressionlessly.

That delicate and innocent face was soaked in black, white and red, and the eyes turned out to be blood red with evil spirits!

Yu Fei blurted out, "Sikong!"

Atai and Qiuqiu Yujian couldn't keep up with Lu Ju, and shouted from behind: "Master, be careful——"

Lu Ju's ears were full of whistling wind, and where he could hear people talking, he only saw the blazing fire in the distance.

As he got closer, he gradually felt the pure and fierce demonic energy rising from the sky, and Lu Ju felt even more ominous.When he heard a familiar dragon howl, Lu Ju stopped briefly.

Ah Tai finally caught up and saw Lu Ju standing in the clouds with a strange expression on his face, and asked wildly, "Master, what's the matter? It can't be a dragon, can it?"

Lu Ju suddenly turned his head, his tone was almost severe, "Don't follow me."

Taiwei Sword turned into a ray of light and disappeared in an instant.

The flying fire and flowing crystals and steaming heat enveloped the entire village. Lu Jue only thought that Yujian was too slow, and wished he could be in front of Sikong Hu in an instant.

The dragon flames rose from the sky, the wind horse roared and rushed to the end of the world, sweeping the bright sparks and rushing into the night sky.Without further hesitation, Lu Ju jumped out with his sword drawn, and shouted at the dragon that was entrenched in the boiling water: "Ahu!"

Another sea of ​​flames rushed towards his face, Lu Ju never stopped, Tai Wei pointed forward with his sword, split the flames straight, and passed through the scorching heat, only then did he think of using a square umbrella to open a side to cool off.

Lu Ju went straight to the front of the dragon until he could hear the dragon's slight panting.

Lu Ju looked around and shouted again: "Ahu!"

Steam was emitted from the boiling water, Lu Ju's expression became solemn, and he pressed down a stream of fresh air with his backhand, and the boiling water all over the floor suddenly became cool.

Immediately, I saw the dragon in front of me suddenly screaming, changing from a entrenched posture to swinging upwards, and suddenly straightened its long body and swam towards the sky.

The fire suddenly exploded again, and the dragon tail flicked the water curtain lightly.

Behind the water curtain, a person smoothly slid down the dragon's spine, wrapped in a raging fire, and driving another young man covered in blood.

The man fell into the water with a "boom", but there was no wave in his expression, he pulled Yu Fei on his back tightly with his backhand, and raised his face.

The young man's face was covered with blood and ashes, and his eyes were as clear as a mirror. It was Sikong Hu.

Lu Ju breathed a sigh of relief, his chest was suddenly empty, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Sikong Hu was standing in the water up to his waist, staring at Lu Ju who was a few steps away with an unpredictable expression.

After a while, Sikong Hu called softly: "Master."

It was only then that Lu Ju realized that Sikong Hu looked at him with one point of familiarity and one point of unfamiliarity, and the remaining eight points were completely distinct, full of hesitation and uncertainty.

Lu Ju suddenly heard his heart beating like a drum, and his mouthpiece was as dull as an iron ball being blocked, so he couldn't speak.

He waved away the square umbrella, walked to the center of the water with difficulty, and frantically touched the blood vessels in Sikong Hu's neck.

The pulse under the fingertips was beating steadily, and everything was fine.

Sikong Hu saw the fine sweat on Lu Ju's face scorched by the fire, and saw Lu Ju's broken hair wet with sweat.A drop of water at the end of the hair swayed before it fell, refracting the colorful flames and the silent moon, Sikong Hu also saw Lu Ju's gaze looking at him.

That gaze closely followed Sikong Hu, even reluctant to blink.

Just like when he blinks, the person in front of him will disappear.

Just like on the night of the full moon 17 years ago, he watched the golden crown and red clothes roll into a void.It's like 17 years later, in the blink of an eye and when he turns around, he will pass by Meng Qingtong again.

Sikong Hu was hugged into Lu Ju's arms.Lu Ju exerted great force, as if he wanted to push him into his chest like this.

Sikong Hu's shoulder was hurt by the Taiwei sword hilt, he obediently closed his eyes.

After more than a month and 17 years, Xiaoming Taihua's intoxicating scent, like water, slowly rises through the dusty past of 17 years.

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I sit on the ground and cry QAQ

that. . .Does this typesetting look more comfortable?