Vicious Youkai Just Want To Farm [Quick Transmigration]

When Jiang Lin came out of retreat for a month, the Dragon King rushed to his son's bedroom immediately.

"My son, are you better now?" The Dragon King said with a distressed face, "I found a lot of holy medicine for healing and put them all in your palace."

Jiang Lin said, "It's much better."

It is impossible to heal all the injuries on his body. Even with the incredible recovery ability of the Dragon Clan, it may take years and months of recuperation before he can be completely healed.

Now at most it does not affect the action and can exert a part of its strength.

But now it is obvious that Jiang Lin can't completely sink his heart to heal his wounds - with the IQ shown by the Dragon Clan in the East China Sea in his memory, Jiang Lin is afraid that if he comes out of retreat, the Dragon Clan will lose sight of the dragon.

He asked, "Where is Nezha? Is there any movement at Chentang Pass?"

Hearing the name, the Dragon King's face sank, and he said unexpectedly: "That little thing is still locked up in the water prison, and it hurt my son, how can it be let off so easily? As for Chentang Pass..."

The Dragon King said disdainfully: "Then Li Jing doesn't know how to teach his son. These days, he has been to the East Sea several times, but every time he was beaten back by me."

Jiang Lin suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Why, how did you fight?"

"Just fly away." Dragon King was a little puzzled.

Jiang Lin's heart sank: "Did Li Jing never resist?"

The Dragon King nodded: "This father is more sensible than his son. He knows that he is in the wrong, and he never fights back when I slap him."

Jiang Lin: "..."

He suddenly asked: "Every time Li Jing came, did he bring people with him. Later, every time he came, did he bring more and more people?"

The Dragon King asked in amazement, "How do you know?"

Of course I know!

If you don't do this, how can you let more people "see" the arrogance and domineering of the Dragon Clan, how can you make people fear and loathe the Dragon Clan, and dare not approach them at all.

Seeing the coldness on Jiang Lin's face, the Dragon King was puzzled and said, "Son, what are you thinking?"

He always felt that after the injury, his son became much more serious, and when his face was sombre, his aura was a bit bluffing.

Jiang Lin said slowly, "I'm going to the water prison."

The Dragon King frowned: "No! The water prison is cold, you are injured."

"I'll bring that Nezha to you!"

Naturally, the Dragon King was reluctant to let his son suffer, so he quickly ordered the guards to go to the water prison and tie Nezha over.

When Nezha was tied up to the Dragon Palace, what he saw was the Third Prince Long, who was wrapped in fur and had a snow-white complexion, sitting on a soft gauze seat.

His eyes sharpened, and he said sarcastically, "You're not dead yet?"

Jiang Lin looked at this well-known figure in mythology since he was a child.

Nezha was reincarnated as a fairy boy, so there is nothing to say about his skin.

However, it was obvious that he had suffered a lot in the water dungeon during these days, and he became skinny and skinny, his small face was sallow, and his big eyes looked very pervasive.

Jiang Lin's body suffered a catastrophe, and his blood and energy were lost. He was so lazy that he couldn't lift his spirits.

He said slowly: "I heard that Li Jing in Chentangguan is kind and caring for the people, and the family rules are strict. Why, Li Jing's teaching is to teach a bully who is only five years old and shouts to be beaten and killed every day?"

Nezha's brows flashed a trace of hostility: "Don't you insult my father! I want to kill you because you deserve to die!"

"Oh?" Jiang Lin coughed, holding back his discomfort, "I should die? Then tell me, where should I die?"

Nezha snorted: "Without rain for three years, do you know how the people of Chentangguan lived? How many people died because of your dragon clan? Also, you brutally killed innocent women. This alone is enough to die once." !"

The Dragon King sitting on the other side raised his eyebrows and scolded: "Absurd! My son has a noble status, how can a mere human girl..."

"Father!" Jiang Lin slightly raised his voice, interrupting the Dragon King's words.

He also took this straight-hearted Dragon King of the East China Sea, and if the things that were originally reasonable were diverted from his mouth, the Dragon Clan would no longer have any reason to say.

"Leave this to me. You'll just watch from the sidelines, will you?"

The Dragon King actually wants to ask why you should deal with such a trivial matter. This little thief can just kill him and pay for his life. Why waste so much energy?

But looking at his son's pale and weak appearance, the Dragon King couldn't bear to go against his will.

In the end, he turned his head away and remained silent.

Jiang Lin looked at Nezha again: "You know that the Dragon King can make rain, but do you know that whether it will rain, when it will rain, and how much it will rain, these are not up to the Dragon Clan to decide?"

Nezha sneered: "You're lying to ghosts! It's not you, who else?"

Jiang Lin said softly: "Naturally, it is God's will."

Nezha sneered: "It's a mystery."

Jiang Lin asked him, "Have you heard a story?"

He didn't care whether Nezha wanted to hear it or not, so he said directly: "An elder of my dragon clan is the dragon king of a big river. , it took half an hour longer. Do you know what happened to him afterwards?"

Jiang Lin closed his eyes slightly, concealing the sadness and resentment in it: "Neglect of duty, disturbing the secrets of heaven, I shall be sentenced to death."

The Dragon King of the East China Sea suddenly stood up, looked at Jiang Lin fixedly, and said in a low tone, "What are you talking about?"

Jiang Lin looked at him: "Father, are you uncomfortable?"

There was blood in the eyes of the Dragon King, and he finally said: "It was he... who made mistakes first."

The corner of Jiang Lin's mouth twitched: "Really."

The Dragon King turned his face away: "I still have things to deal with, so I'm leaving first."

Nezha seemed attracted by this story, and asked suspiciously, "You're not making up a story to lie to me, are you?"

Jiang Lin said lightly: "Do I have to lie to you?"

"But." Nezha frowned, "If it rains for half an hour longer, what kind of secret can it disturb? If it didn't cause disaster, how could he die?"

Jiang Lin gave a short laugh.

It's hard for him to explain to this five-year-old doll that the word "Tianji" is a perfect excuse in the hands of the superior.

Therefore, even a crime that is too lazy to think of an excuse can be convicted with a "secret".

"So." Jiang Lin said, "The first point you said is that there has been no rain in Chentangguan for three years, causing disasters. This has nothing to do with our East China Sea. It is God's will that you Chentangguan suffered a drought for three years."

"As for the second point." Jiang Lin said, "The bride who was torn apart by me in the legend is not human at all."

"She is a practitioner who was sent to assassinate me."

Nezha: "Where's the evidence?"

"I have no proof."

Nezha sneered.

Jiang Lindao: "But I can swear."

"I can swear to God Pan Gu that everything I said is true."

Nezha was taken aback.

Pangu had the power to open up the world, and his body turned into this world after death.

No matter if it is a god, a demon, a demon, or a human being, no one dares to disrespect this great god.

Nezha believed it: "Why didn't you say it before?"

Jiang Lin asked him: "If you disagree with each other, you will do it. Have you given me a chance to speak?"

Besides, this little idiot Ao Bing inherited his father Ao Guang's IQ, he is impulsive and proud, and doesn't even bother to explain such things.

"You owe me your life, Nezha," Jiang Lin said.

There was a trace of hostility between Nezha's eyebrows and eyes: "Then what do you want? Will you pay for your life?"

His personality seems to be very irritable, like a firecracker that explodes at one point.

But when Jiang Lin chatted with him, he clearly felt that he was obedient and reasonable.

However, when he killed Ao Bing, his eyes were obviously red!

This is one of the big problems.

"I don't want your life." Jiang Lin shook his head, looking straight at him, "but you have to work for me for a hundred years."

Nezha:?

Jiang Lin glanced at him: "I'm scarred and have almost no fighting power. I need a powerful guard to protect me. You caused all this. You should protect me for a hundred years, shouldn't you?"

Nezha: "..." The gods need a powerful guard to protect them.

The man and woman beside you can obviously hang me up and hammer me!

He seemed aggrieved, but he was really wronged, he frowned in distress, and the hostility between his eyebrows emerged again, looking very fierce.

"Okay." Finally Nezha said reluctantly, "I agree to your terms."

"But I have to go back to Chentangguan, my parents will be worried." Nezha said.

"It's natural." Jiang Lin showed a little smile, and asked people to prepare meals and clothes, and said, "First fix it, and I will send you back to Chentangguan later."

Nezha was a little touched, and felt that this little white dragon was quite stupid: he was beaten like that by himself, and he didn't hold grudges, and even prepared meals for himself!

He thought with a heavy heart: You have to pay more attention to being a guard in the future. This dragon is so stupid that he can be easily fooled.

But he didn't know that Jiang Lin was also looking at him with satisfaction.

He had someone specially prepare food with aura that was cherished by Dragon Palace, but after a meal, Nezha's haggard body was wiped away.

With a ruddy complexion and high spirits, she put on gorgeous little clothes made by the Dragon Clan.

Just like a little golden boy!

Who would believe that he was detained and abused by the Dragon Clan?

While Nezha was eating, the Dragon King in the Crystal Palace received another message from Li Jing.

"Your Majesty, Li Jing is followed by thousands of people from Chentangguan, and a huge mass of them kneels by the seaside. Let us release his son." The elder Prime Minister Gui reported with trembling eyebrows.

The Dragon King slapped the table: "This is Li Jing! It's really annoying! Wait for me to go..."

"Father." A voice interrupted his words.

Jiang Lin walked in and said, "Let my son go."

The Dragon King was not happy: "Your injury..."

Jiang Lin smiled and said, "Then Li Jing still dares to fight me?"

The Dragon King thought so too, Li Jing's temper like a steamed stuffed bun, he was only beaten but never fought back.

And he was really annoyed by Li Jing's old face, so he said: "Then let me go and come back quickly."

East Sea.

Li Jing stood at the front wearing armor, looked anxiously at the vast sea, and shouted loudly: "Please, Your Majesty the Dragon King, be magnanimous and release me, Nezha!"

Behind him, there are countless people standing.

These people are obviously more excited than him:

"Master Li! This Donghai is so unreasonable!"

"The dragon clan looks down on mortals! Don't beg him, let's sacrifice our lives and go to the Dragon Palace to save the third son and come back!"

"Bah! I heard that the third son almost killed the third prince of the dragon clan. I think he deserved it!"

"Yeah, it's obvious that he is the one who puts people's lives first!"

"..."

Li Jing listened to the discussion of the people behind him, remembered the instructions of the gods in the dream, and smiled imperceptibly at the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, the voice of discussion behind him weakened.

The turbulent tide actually calmed down, and above the surface of the sea, the splendor suddenly flourished, and the phantom of a gorgeous palace slowly rose from the sea, and a cloud bridge with fairy air extended from the palace to everyone's eyes.

The people of Chentangguan shut their mouths in fear and trepidation, and only then did they realize: what they spurned loudly just now was not a mortal like themselves, but a god on high!