When Mermaid Raising Dragons

No matter where you want to go, I know it.brother brother!Did you hear that! ?Brother..."

The boy never told him his name, so he didn't know what to call him, so he just kept calling him Big Brother.Anyway, it's good to be called brother, and it seems that their relationship is very close.Ryan screamed vigorously, brother and brother called catchy, wishing he could hold the hand of his beautiful brother and show him off to all kinds of friends.

However, to his surprise, the jeweled ivory gate opened.But what appeared behind the door was not the boy I met yesterday, but the red-haired man I ran into at the market.

"What's the noise in the early morning, ha...you're still sleeping." The red-haired man obviously just woke up, wearing a loose linen nightgown, and within a minute of opening the door, he had already called several times a yawn.

"Why are you!?" Ryan stared at the other party in astonishment, "Why are you here!?"

Ryan looked him up and down. The man was wearing slippers, with messy hair and sleepy eyes.Obviously, he slept here last night.

Ryan couldn't help being annoyed, why could this stranger live here, but he looked at the other person's strong figure, and then at his own little arms and legs, and couldn't help feeling frustrated.At the same time, he suddenly felt worried about the boy.

"Where's brother!? Where's the big brother who lived here yesterday? What did you do to him?" Ryan worried about the boy, and couldn't help shouting anxiously.

"What brother, there is no your brother here, kid, go play somewhere else, don't disturb people sleeping in front of my house." The red-haired man didn't bother to talk to Ryan, and made a gesture to close the door, ready to lock him out.

Seeing that the door was about to be closed, in an instant, Ryan got the courage out of nowhere and slipped in through the crack of the door.

The red-haired man yawned again and again, his eyelids were already glued to his sleepiness.One didn't pay attention, and really let this little thing get in. He couldn't help being stunned, turned his head suddenly, and stretched out his hand to grab him.

But it was too late, after Ryan entered the door, he ran away, yelling worriedly while running.

From Ryan's point of view, his brother had just returned home, and the house didn't even have a guard, so he looked weak and defenseless.As for the red-haired man, he is not a good person at first glance, maybe he is the boss of a gangster, hmph, anyway, Ryan doesn't like him instinctively, and thinks the red-haired man is bad, thinking that he might be a weak and pitiful rich brother Imprisoned.

This house is really big, why are there so many rooms, and each room is so big.But it doesn't matter, Ryan knows which window was lit last night, it must be the room where his brother sleeps.

Like a gust of wind, Ryan rushed straight towards the innermost master bedroom along the gorgeous crimson carpet.

The door of the bedroom was half-closed, and as soon as it opened, Ryan saw the huge bed. The tent hanging from the ceiling was embroidered with gold and silver, with two layers inside and outside, white on the outside and purple on the inside. Sleeping figure.

The blond curly hair was scattered on the crimson velvet quilt, covering the boy's face, only revealing a small section of white and upturned nose.The boy was sleeping soundly on his side, with only a small piece of snow-white arm protruding from the quilt, Ryan couldn't help being stunned.

But soon, Ryan remembered his mission, and opened his mouth loudly to wake him up, and then lead him away from the clutches of the red-haired man.

However, before Ryan fell to the side of the bed, a strong hand came from behind him, leading him by the back collar, and lifted him up like a cat.

Ryan's body was suspended in the air, and he began to struggle with punches and kicks. "Let me go..." But as soon as he said the beginning, his mouth was covered.

The wild wolf lowered its head, and the warm and fine white sand reached its ankles.The white sand stretches forward to 400 meters, and the blue waves beat the beach regularly.

There are some palm trees growing on the bank, the shortest of which is tied to a resting Bactrian camel.Next to it is a red tent that has been built, but because it has been used for too long, the tent has faded badly under the wind and sand.

Sitting on the reef was a man facing the ocean. He couldn't see clearly from a distance, but his bright red curly hair, which was no less than a flame, was very familiar.

The wild wolf watched from a distance, but did not step forward immediately.

The wolf was barefoot, and wore a very strange white robe, like that of a pagan monk, but more ornate and refined.

The white robe is made of silk, thin and transparent, and extremely loose.There is a white hood on the back, and the wide sleeves fall vertically. At the waist is a wide linen belt with black, white and blue stripes, which hoops the wolf's waist very thin.

There are two bright blue slender satins hanging from the chest, and the ends of the satin are decorated with bright gold oval metal flakes, a bit like a dancer's ribbon.Similarly, the cuffs and the end of the belt are also hung with the same gold pieces.

The comfortable sea breeze blew from behind the wolf, brushing up his silky and smooth thick blond hair.The white cuffs and blue ribbon flew up lightly, and the thin gold flakes swayed with the wind, flashing and shining extraordinarily dazzling.

The wild wolf was a little irritable.

Because of the high sense of reality of this dream, I was very irritated.

Whether it was the sound of ocean waves or the feeling of smooth silk clothes on his body, he could feel them very clearly.He could even clearly feel the wind blowing fine sand across his feet, and he could feel every grain of sand clearly.

But the beautiful scenery could not soothe the irritability in his heart.Because the wild wolf has never been to a beach with white fine sand in this life, even if it is a dream, it is impossible to imagine such a real feeling.

So there is only one answer—he was in the siren's dream again.

If given a choice, Wild Wolf would return to reality without hesitation.He just wants to take a good rest, the daytime things are already annoying enough, why should he be disturbed when he has so little sleep time! ?

This is really... so annoying.

When will the dream about the Siren come to an end?

It was indeed a long day for the wolf.

The wild wolf raised his hand, clenched his fist, and shook his hand quickly.

A series of actions are very smooth.Now the person who controls the body is still a wild wolf.

Since this was not the first time this happened, the wild wolf accepted the reality after being stunned for a while, and then began to explore the terrain here.At the very least, he had to figure out where he was now.

But this small island is far smaller than he imagined, and he can walk around it in less than 10 minutes.

The wild wolf who had returned to the original point was still at a loss, everything here was clear at a glance, and he didn't find anything special.

The only thing left that has not been visited is the reef by the sea.

I don't know why, but the wild wolf doesn't want to get close to that person.

I don't think he's scary, but I just want to delay meeting him until the end.

But this small island is only so big, even if you go around it again, it will only take about ten minutes.

The wild wolf couldn't drag it any longer, and finally walked towards the man.

As the distance between the two got closer, the long saffron curly hair became more and more clearly visible, and the wild wolf's heart was beating loudly.

The fine sand is very comfortable, and the sea breeze is very peaceful, but the wild wolf can't control his heart getting out of control. His heart beats nervously and quickly.

Puff, puff.

I can't tell the reason, just loudly, thump, thump.

Then the man on the reef sensed his approach and turned his head.

The restless heart suddenly became quiet.

This is the adult version of Asmodeus.

There is no scar on his face, the outline is more mature, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the eyes are as deep as the cold pool of thousands of years.The muscles are strong, the chest is broad, and every inch of muscle is full of strength, but not too big, and the lines are smooth and just right all day long.

The red hair is still so dazzling, but whether it is the hair or the eyes, the color has merged with more darkness, dyed with the domineering majesty of the king.But at this time, he was wearing an ordinary linen-colored rough coat, with his left knee propped up and his right leg stretched forward at will, as if he had been sitting on this rock for a whole century.

In the past, when the siren controlled the body, the Asmodeus they met always looked very young, full of vigor like a burning sun.But the grown-up Asmodeus did not appear in the siren's dream, but this did not prevent the wolf from recognizing his face.Because, the last time he was pierced by iron nails and his soul almost flew into the sky, it was this person who tore the wild wolf off, and it was also this person,

The moment he saw him, the scene on the bed last time flashed before his eyes, and the wild wolf touched his right ear reflexively.

He always felt as if someone was approaching from behind, speaking into his ear, with hot breath.But in fact, this is just an illusion, there is no one else standing behind him.

The wolf looked up.

At this time, one of the two is above and the other is below, with a distance of tens of meters between them, but when their eyes meet, they are so close that they can even sense each other's breathing.

The voices of the whole world seemed to disappear.

Even time seemed to stop at this moment.

They stared at each other for a long, long time.

It seemed so long that the world was destroyed and then rebuilt, and then Asmodeus inexplicably said a number: "One thousand seven hundred and sixty two years, nine months, thirty days and five hours."

The wild wolf was confused, not knowing what this long string of numbers meant.

But Asmodeus did not immediately explain, but continued to mention another long series of numbers.

"Ocean, 430 times; rivers, 910 times; lakes, 810 times; glaciers, 920 times; mountains, 690 times; plains , [-] nine times..."

Although the wild wolf doesn't know what these represent, the numbers alone are already shocking enough to be daunting.

However, after reading a long series of shocking numbers, Asmodeus remained extremely calm.

The tone of voice remains at the same height and speed from the beginning to the end, as if these are insignificant things, as common and common as selling cabbage on the street.

But the point is, this is absolutely unusual!Because he just talked, he talked for 5 minutes before stopping.Even if they don't know what these numbers represent, but stopping for such a long time has already made the wild wolf feel quite enough shock.

Asmodeus talked about the string of numbers at the beginning again.

"760 years, 30 months, 760 days, and 30 hours." After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, and finally said the second half of the sentence, "This is the time I was looking for you, a total of [-] years and [-] months. Thirty days and five hours a month. Thank you for showing up before I lost my mind." He smiled. "Thank you."