I'm an endangered animal

The thunder exploded, and Ling Yuan suddenly woke up from the dream.

Since 300 years ago, he has started to have such dreams from time to time, real and weird, but fragmented and incomplete.

The warm touch seems to be still covering the forehead, Ling Yuan has not yet withdrawn from this emotion, and he has an unknown feeling out of thin air——

The next moment, he heard a heartbeat.

The muffled thunder crossed the bottom of the sea and clearly reached the ears, accompanied by a loud and vigorous heartbeat.

Come from the South China Sea.

There was a strange light in Ling Yuan's golden eyes, and he was about to let go of his divine sense, but he heard a weak muffled groan: "Hmm..." His power disappeared immediately, and his eyes fell on the young man.

Fang You finally recovered a bit or two of consciousness from the severe pain, his lips trembled, and he couldn't make a sound.But soon someone hugged him from behind, and a steady stream of spiritual power poured into his meridians, which made him feel better.

And only a little bit.

The eardrums roared as if they were going to explode, Fang You's brain was in chaos, his eyes opened a gap, but he saw the vast and separated sea, the light blue mist pierced his eyes, and tears flowed unconsciously.

Something kept calling his name, a thick black slurry pumping from a rotting heart.

"Come……"

"You come..."

"Wait……"

"Fang You——" The familiar voice brought back the consciousness that had been hard to condense. Fang You tried hard to put aside the hallucinations, and finally saw the golden eyes looking at him calmly, as well as the familiar face.

Ling Yuan stroked the young man's cheek, his throat moved slightly, but suddenly stopped in the next second.

He heard Fang You's heartbeat - "plop, plop", weak and small, but his heartbeat was no different from the huge heartbeat still coming down the water.

Not the slightest difference.

A treacherous laugh suddenly appeared in Ling Yuan's ears, and then disappeared quickly. The next moment, he saw blood gushing from the boy's lips... There were large pools of blood, mixed with purple internal organs, flowing continuously out.

Fang You's body trembled like a dying fish, it was the heart pumping, trembling caused by too much force, again and again.The severe pain had made him lose all ability to think. Ling Yuan pressed his white-gloved hand to his lips, but he couldn't stop the blood, and instead stained his sleeve robe red.

No matter how you press it, you can't hold it down.

The round pupils stared blankly at Ling Yuan, but gradually enlarged and lost their luster.

Ling Yuan stopped blocking, and instead covered the boy's eyes: "Don't be afraid."

He repeated: "Don't be afraid."

Fang You was in great pain, but after a while, he suddenly felt less pain.He thought it was a flash of light, and after reflecting for a long time, he realized that it was a warm breath coming from Ling Yuan.

Gentler than spiritual power, it slowly wrapped his heart.

Marriage contract is a kind of forbidden technique, life and death are the same, harmonious.

Every monster race has a mass of source quality in its body since its birth. This is different from the monster pill, source quality is more precious, something that supports life.And the marriage contract of the dragon clan is not a joke, and when it comes to burial, no one understands it better than the royal family.

……

The moonlight filled the bedroom, and Ling Yuan's body emitted dots of light, which poured into Fang You's body.

He hugged the boy from behind, with a peaceful and gentle expression, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't speak immediately.After a while, he finally made a voice: "Get well, I'll take you around Jiuzhou."

But his own lifespan was being lost at an alarming rate.

The soft fur rubbed against the side of Fang You's face, it was the plush that decorated Ling Yuan's robe, he finally gained some strength, heard this sentence clearly, and couldn't help but smiled silently.

Very soft words: "Really?"

"Really." Ling Yuan said, kissing the top of his head, "Get better soon."

"……it is good."

Fang You was exhausted to the extreme, after saying this, he closed his eyes and fell into a coma, not knowing anything.

But in a daze of consciousness, he suddenly saw a dragon carrying him, flying in a certain direction.The surrounding area was getting colder and more desolate, the clouds became thinner, and the sky light quietly shone on him like the pity of a god.

He saw the snow mountain.

……

The grassland is no longer as beautiful as it used to be. 300 years of logging has completely dispelled the aura of this land.

Although the gate of the Heavenly Palace was closed, the restriction of the extreme north has never been restored. The evil clan relied on their ancestral land to live, even with the help of the dragon clan and King Seti Bei, now their luck is approaching.

But that doesn't mean they've completely forgotten what it means to exist.

When Ling Yuan came to the clan ground with the boy in his arms, only a few hundred remaining members of the Xie clan knelt down on one knee, all wearing strange and colorful masks.

A little girl stood at the front, seeing them coming, there was no surprise on her face: "Please go in, distinguished guests." She smiled lightly: "The patriarch said that you will definitely come back, bringing the old old friend."

Before she died, all her wishes were fulfilled.

Ling Yuan glanced at the girl, said nothing, and went in with her in his arms.

The tent was as spacious and warm as ever, and an old man sat cross-legged in the center of the animal skin bed.The morning twilight floated in, forming a drop of dew on her bronze earrings, and falling into the down of the wolf-skin coat.

Seeing Ling Yuan, she opened her mouth and smiled: "You are here."

But it can be vaguely seen the hearty and heroic appearance when he was young.

The lifespan of the evil people is not too long, 300 years is enough time for Amoye to transform from a mature and beautiful woman into an old man who is dying.

Seeing Fang You, there was no surprise in her eyes, only the tenderness and nostalgia of the reunion.After Ling Yuan put the boy on the bed, she stretched out her withered hand and held the boy's shoulder weakly.

"I'm old, you don't know me anymore." Amoye said, Fang You naturally didn't respond, but she didn't care, she still said a lot of words, rambling on.

As if they had not been separated for many years, but only for one afternoon.

Astrama died in battle, the priest died in battle, the patriarch died in battle, Ah Daa died in World War II, Keqiner died in battle... Almost all the clansmen of that generation died in battle, and the rest wanted to wait until Fang You came back Unfortunately, in the end, she was the only one who survived till now.

She wants to bring the greetings from the tribe one by one, and one person will finish ten people's portions.

Ling Yuan stood quietly without disturbing.It wasn't until the end that he slowly opened his mouth: "There was a heartbeat in Donghai, and he wanted his life."

Amoye said, "You have to take him back. The Northern Territory has lost its restraint, and he can no longer protect him. In the East China Sea, he will find everything back."

"Only in this way can he survive."

Ling Yuan was silent for a long time, and finally agreed: "Okay."

Amoye stared into his eyes: "I know why you came, this is an agreement, we have waited too long for this sacrifice." She smiled: "Do you understand?"

Hundreds of young people stood silently outside the tent, no one spoke.

Altars have been set up in the square, and sacrifices have been placed to commemorate themselves.After today, their mission will be completely over.

At dusk, the dry grassland floats gently, the continuous snow-capped mountains are dyed orange, birds stop on the arch, and look into the distance.

Ling Yuan said: "I understand."

Amoye: "It's been 300 years, and today is the first day of the cold season." She stroked Shangyou's cheek and sang an ancient and monotonous sacrificial song, very light and hoarse, but with inexplicable and moving power.

Outside the tent, the young people also sang songs.

A blood-red "dot" slowly emerged between Amoye's brows. When the "dot" left her body, her energy withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the tattoos on her neck also faded.

For hundreds of years, Amoye has been both a priest and a patriarch, and the "memory" passed down from generation to generation by priests is naturally acquired by her.

And every day after Fang You committed suicide, she was thinking about the reason, what link went wrong back then, and now she finally touched a little bit.

The reason why a god is a god is that his divinity must be complete and flawless. The immortals only gave him resentment to induce his self-destruction.

The point blended into Fang You's eyebrows.

"Let's go." Amoye said, "Go."

Ling Yuan took one last deep look at her, and picked up the boy again, but was stopped again when he was about to walk out of the tent.

"Fang You owes me something. When he wakes up, remember to ask him to burn it to me."

Ling Yuan stood peacefully without looking back: "Okay, what is it?"

"It's Daofa Wusan," Amoye's voice came, rather playful, "However, he said that he sent me off after I gave birth to a child. I didn't have a child, so don't tell him that."

"it is good."

The curtain fell, blocking the last ray of the setting sun, and covering a pair of eyes full of setting sun.

It's like meeting for the first time.

……

Ling Yuan went out from the altar, surrounded by men and women wearing masks, singing sacrificial songs and dancing sacrificial dances.

The pure power of wish was condensed and melted into the young man's body to keep his soul stable and inviolable, temporarily blocking the connection between the heartbeat and him.

Finally, the Xie clansman drank the water.

The dragon soared into the sky and flew towards the clouds, and in the middle of the sky, it returned to the direction of the famous family.

But in the end there was nothing.

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The real fairy dungeon is about to start, Youdahao's home field, this volume is coming to an end!

The descriptions involving the tuba are relatively obscure, ahem, mainly filling holes.Because of what, the style of the first article is Western Fantasy, so this habit cannot be changed.