The Cannon Fodder Big Brother collapsed again

Over the ruins of the town, flying dragons are cruising.

Although Ji Zheng has learned how to use this body, he is far from fully mastered.Therefore, not to mention turning into a human body, you can't even change the size.After he saw the inscription of Qingshui Town here, he lifted the dragon's head and flew upwards again.The dragon's body is entrenched, and it flies extremely carefully.

If not, I am afraid that the already dilapidated town will be destroyed even more severely.

Ji Zheng remembers Qingshui Town.After he became a dragon, he kept traveling through history and came here more than once.Even the last time I saw that person, it was here.It's just that the streets were well-equipped with bricks and tiles at that time, which was completely different from what he saw now.

What's going on here?is he still here

No one in the world at this time can answer his question.In order not to destroy the town anymore, Ji Zheng entrenched his body and floated above the town.

He couldn't help but think of the shocking side he had with that person when he lost control earlier.At that time, he just thought that Ping Chengu set up some kind of illusion formation, although he was tempted for a moment, he didn't think it was real.But now he has been a dragon for a long time, and his location keeps changing, and there are probably no practitioners in the world who can set up an array to trap a dragon...

Is the person you saw at that time real?I stay here now, is it another apocalypse?

Ji Zheng wants to get closer to this town.But his body is too huge, and if he flies lower, I am afraid that this dilapidated town will definitely not be able to bear the dragon's breath just from him.

Will there be traces of that person here?

Once this idea arises, Ji Zheng has an extremely strong desire to enter the town.

After an unknown amount of time, Ji Zheng's body finally began to shrink.Although he has also tried to change the human form, but so far, the size has been the limit of his change.

Probably the feeling of being transformed into a dragon once left a memory in Ji Zheng's body, and finally Ji Zheng turned into a small dragon about one meter long.

The once small town has become huge.Ji Zheng walked through it since he was a child, and everywhere he looked was ruined. The houses were severely collapsed. Except for a shop at the entrance of the street, Ji Zheng never saw a completely erected house.

The shop stood intact amidst the wreckage, making it particularly eye-catching.Although it didn't collapse, after so many years of wind and rain, the tiles above the shop were incomplete, the supporting beams were severely corroded, and the sign hanging on it had long been illegible.

But these are not the points that Ji Zheng pays attention to, what he sees is what fell at the door...

A wooden hairpin.

The wooden hairpin is filled with dragon energy, which is not eroded by the years and is still as smooth as new.

Ji Zheng was stunned. He paused for a long time before flying over hesitantly. He pulled it with his claws, and the wooden hairpin was poked and turned over several times.

He originally thought it was a phantom left by his longing for illness, but the touch was real.

Ji Zheng stretched out his claws to pick up the wooden hairpin, but the dragon only had three fingers, and he was not used to it yet. After grabbing it a few times, it just made the wooden hairpin roll away...

Ji Zheng was a little anxious, but he didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of damaging the wooden hairpin.

"Hey, there is actually a dragon here."

Hearing the sound, Ji Zheng turned around subconsciously, and the dragon's tail accidentally fell to the shop behind him.He originally thought that the severely corroded shop would definitely collapse, but he didn't expect that the shop didn't even shake a bit, but a scale on his tail was stuck off.

It hurts...but it's not important, Ji Zheng looked at the person behind him.

That is... Tang Jingci?

He's here, what about the big brother? !

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At this time, Fang Qian had no idea that the master he was thinking of had already successfully met with the wolf cub in another time and space.He stood at the entrance of Qingshui Town, where he met the little Taoist priest.It's a pity that the ghost shadow lingers, but the blind little Taoist priest waving the hexagram flag is nowhere to be seen.

If even he was hiding, then Fang Qian really had nowhere to find him.

The moon is also shifted from when he first left the inn.Fang Qian frowned, looking a little helpless.This small town doesn't know how time is calculated. The time jumped so fast the first two times, but now it's starting to go normally.

He hesitated for a moment, then leaped to the eaves of a house, those shadows hovered around, but after being frightened by Fang Qian, none of them came close.

Fang Qian seemed to have remembered something, and squatted down to lift the tiles.Sure enough, although the doors and windows of the town were tightly closed, the roof tiles could not be easily fortified.The room was pitch black, and Fang Qian simply lit a candle, but first met a pair of wide-eyed, but extremely lifeless eyes.

There was only one person in the room, probably attracted by the candlelight in Fang Qian's hand, his body that was standing upright raised his head stiffly and looked at him.His body was still motionless, but his head was completely raised. It was shocking whether his neck could support his head, and he even began to wonder if his head would fall off in the next moment.

Even Fang Qian was almost taken aback when he saw this scene.But even if he didn't use aura sensing, he could tell that there was a living person inside, because the shadows around him were about to move again after smelling the breath of a living person.

Fang Qian quickly closed the tiles, and in the blink of an eye, he came to another upstairs. When he lifted the tiles, he saw a similar scene.

No living person can stand like this at night, but this anger and heartbeat cannot be faked.

After Fang Qian visited several houses in a row, he returned to the street with a complicated mood. Isn't this Qingshui Town a large place for raising Gu?

"Excuse me, sir, do you want to tell a fortune?"

This voice is very familiar, and it is even what Fang Qian has been looking for.But in such a weird night, the little Taoist priest appeared quietly behind him, and Fang Qian couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.He turned his head, and saw the little Taoist priest was still the same as when he first met him, with a basket made of bamboo on his back and a hexagram flag in his hand.Those out-of-focus eyes were also frighteningly clear on a moonlit night.

It was clearly a different time, but the little Taoist, like Fang Qian, seemed not to be bound by this abnormal time, and remained unchanged from before.

As for the little Taoist's question, Fang Qian didn't know how to answer for a while.

The little Taoist waited for a while, but he didn't get an answer, so he looked serious: "If it doesn't count, you are blocking the way."

The person he was looking for suddenly appeared in front of him, Fang Qian was silent for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "Aren't you invisible?"

A little surprise appeared on the little Taoist's face.He didn't remember that he had ever met Fang Qian, but this person told him about his blindness as soon as he met him.The little Taoist smiled subconsciously: "Mister, do you recognize me?"

Fang Qian couldn't say well either, he just hummed vaguely.

The little Taoist pondered for a while, as if he was thinking about how to explain it: "I can't see. But blind people's perception of their surroundings is not the same as that of ordinary people, and they don't all rely on vision."

Fang Qian hummed again, but he was thinking of other things.

Probably misunderstood that Fang Qian didn't believe him, and the little Taoist also remembered that the skill he relied on for his livelihood hadn't been opened today, so he hurriedly added: "The fortune-teller reveals the secrets of heaven, so it is often incomplete. But on the other hand, People who are born with disabilities are also vulnerable to the blessings of the destiny, if they do divination, they will be weaker than ordinary people when they are devoured by the way of heaven, and their calculations will be more accurate..."

The little Taoist originally wanted Fang Qian to sell his skills, but he felt that it was a bit far-fetched.Outside of divination and calculation, little Taoist priests rarely communicate with others, and they inevitably lack skills in speaking.His youthful face was slightly flushed: "I'm pretty accurate, do you want to try it, sir?"

It's really hard to turn down.What's more, Fang Qian is still a repeat customer - the little Taoist was really accurate last time.

It’s just that Fang Qian remembered the last time he passed by, if he hadn’t stopped him, he would not have found his trail leader at all, and he couldn’t figure out whether these slight differences were also the key to breaking the game: “What year is it now?”

The little Taoist was stunned for a moment: "It is now the 15th year of Jiande, and today is the beginning of spring."

Following his words, the stars shifted, the clouds opened and the dawn broke, and the surroundings seemed to be refreshed.

Fang Qian watched the changes around him helplessly. Such a spectacle is rare, and his outlook was refreshed for a while: "What time is it?"

The little Taoist said hesitantly, "Around five o'clock?"

It's five o'clock... Fang Qian blinked his eyes: "Why is there no one on the street today?"

"Yes." The little Taoist scratched his head. "Aren't there a lot of people here?"

As soon as the little Taoist's words fell, the surroundings gradually became noisy, and the salesmen were walking on the street carrying goods or pushing carts.Impressively, the state of getting up in the morning and leaving the stall.

And all these changes came from... the mouth of the little Taoist priest in front of him.

Seeing that Fang Qian hadn't spoken for a long time, the little Taoist asked suspiciously: "Layman?"

Fang Qian smiled: "Do you know Long?"

The little Taoist was stunned for a moment, he didn't show the panic expression like the waiter in the inn, but asked calmly: "Why would the layman ask such a question?"

"I've always heard that there are dragons in this town, but I haven't seen them. I wonder if the rumors are wrong." Fang Qian paused, holding the Jun Hong sword: "Or, you are the dragon?"

In an instant, the noisy voices around disappeared, Fang Qian seemed to have returned to the original street after the rain, and there was no one on the street.

The little Taoist still looked calm, and his eyes were still out of focus: "Why did the layman say that?"

Fang Qian looked at the candle lamp in his hand. Now that it was daylight, the light of the candle lamp seemed a little insignificant: "I sometimes wonder if I had a dream, Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly, dreaming of this place. Or is it I have never been sober in the floating light."

Fang Qian looked around as he spoke, and the scenery here was so real: "Until I remembered, I met my father in the floating light, and he reminded me of the danger behind me. I am indeed still in the floating light, but this place itself is real place."