not scientific at all

Prison again?

I dream of this every time I dream, can it be better?Has he lived in the zoo for a long time and is a little claustrophobic or something?I should find a psychiatrist later, or I should talk to Mr. Shen and let him think of a way.

It's just that every time I wake up, I forget what dream I had, and I don't remember it until the next time I have a dream. This is still a series...

No wonder he doesn't want to sleep much these days.

This time the dream was worse than the previous one.It was as if sulfuric acid had been poured on his body, and every piece of skin hurt so badly that he couldn't touch it.The prison uniform that was next to him was also sticky, black and red in color, and smelled like blood, but he didn't find any damage when he touched it. It seemed that someone had spilled blood on him, and the clothes were stained. .

Even in his dream, he insisted on using scientific thinking to explain the problems he encountered, thinking that someone had painted his clothes with chemical dyes containing blood components, which caused his skin allergies, and that's why he panicked.He simply wanted to take off his clothes, but it turned out that the clothes were not easy to take off. There was a chain on his right hand that was connected to the wall, and the belt couldn't be untied because of how it was wrapped around it. In the end, he had to tear it.

He tore open the front front completely with a "stab", exposing a bloody chest, touched it with his hands, and the palms and chest were burning pain.

but!

What did he touch with his palm!Compared with what you touch, it's not a big deal for your skin to be burned by dye!When he put his palm on his chest just now, what he felt was hard!drum!pectoralis major!Not only the pectoralis major, but also the obliques and rectus abdominis!Eight-pack abs is not a dream, he has finally changed from a limp meat roller to a muscular man!

He was touching his muscles excitedly, when there was a noise outside the door, a familiar man walked in, looking down at him with a smile.The man had gloomy eyes, but he still had to pretend to be a good person, and greeted thoughtfully: "Your injuries are all healed? As expected, you have joined the avenue of life, and you can easily endure the punishment of sawing corners and scaling."

This man loves to pinch people's chins very much, and Qing Jing is annoyed by this problem, wishing he could slap him.But this body didn't raise its hand, and just said lightly: "What's the point of you coming again and again? I won't do what you want just because you ran a few more times, and put your family's treason to death. The crime will be pinned on someone else's head."

There was anger between the man's eyebrows, but the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, and he said with a low laugh: "You are a loyal minister, so what good do you get? Your Majesty Tianwei is going, the official title he gave you, and Princess Dongyi's Didn’t his son take back the marriage contract? Even now, does the little emperor trust you? He said that he wanted to cultivate the water-walking way, but he wouldn’t even touch the Yuanji Dao beads you offered.”

Qing Jing couldn't understand a word of what these two people said, but it was illogical in the dream.He just felt that his heart was stuffy, and he blurted out many words involuntarily.

"I am a loyal minister out of my heart, so why bother about the result? My son has studied spells intensively, but it is difficult to comprehend the Dao, and he has never been able to advance to the next level in the realm, because there are too many distracting thoughts in his mind. Too much thinking, too much desire Is there a place where it can prosper in heaven and earth?"

"Heh," the man's face was as gloomy as water, and he forced out a cruel smile: "You want to be a loyal minister? To tell you the truth, you claim to be loyal, but with your identity as Ying Long, these monsters No one in the emperor has ever believed in you! The Xuanyuanhuang map that I trapped you was made by Emperor Tianwei when your mother brought you into the palace—"

"Enough." Qing Jing opened him and got up from the ground, not knowing whether it was from anger or pain, his body was trembling slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Differences of the way are not for conspiracy, you can go .”

The man's smile finally came into his eyes, and he said maliciously: "You treat Emperor Tianwei as a father, but they don't treat you as a son. If it wasn't for controlling Yinglong's blood, why would he marry a remarried woman? "

Qing Jing vomited blood suddenly, bent his legs, and took two steps back.The man grabbed him, inserted his fingers into his hair, and licked his ear with his wet tongue, but what was left was a strange coldness, and a trace of coldness penetrated into his body, like a living thing Crawl to the mind.

The man pressed him tightly, and said with a sinister smile: "Aren't you a firm heart, not stained with dust? Where did this blood come from? To tell you the truth, I have buried the magic thread in you just now!" In the body, I can't control you from now on. After I personally search for your soul, take your soul memory to convict Shen Jiu, and then make your body into a living puppet, let you two friends fight together, see Let's see whether it's his profound cultivation, or your superior realm..."

When he was talking, Qingjing felt that this body was getting colder and harder. There was no real energy flowing in the body, but now there was a strange feeling that the blood vessels and muscles had grown into bones.Not only was the body stiff, but the heartbeat and blood flow also slowed down. When breathing, the lungs could not expand, and the whole body seemed to be poured into cement, which gradually solidified over time.

However, when it was about to freeze, Qingjing suddenly felt a ray of light glowing in his belly, the light became brighter and brighter, and the light penetrated through the body, illuminating the entire prison cell as bright as day.The human holding him shouted in horror: "How can you! How dare you... You can't even keep your soul, you are looking for death..."

He suddenly backed away a few steps, and in the light, he was also covered in blood, the skin on his face seemed to be melting, and he quickly took out a magic weapon to protect his body.Qing Jing really wanted to see if he was dead, but unfortunately there was not enough time. In the end, he only saw the ray of light in his body explode, turning into several streamers of light that penetrated his body and the prison wall, and flew to an unknown distance.

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Once the eyes are opened and closed, it is another world.Under the body is a soft sponge mattress, the pillows are filled with fluffy feathers, and the quilt is also a soft goose feather pillow.After being warmed with something in the bed, it was so warm and comfortable that even the snake spirit gave birth to the illusion that she was a warm-blooded animal.

Qing Jing put his hands on his eyes, blocking the glare of the sun.

He vaguely remembered that he had had a dream, but he didn't know what he dreamed of. He only remembered that he dreamed of a very dazzling white light at the end.

A hand reached out and touched his forehead, taking his hand away from his eyes.He opened his eyes dissatisfied, but the glaring sunlight above his head had been replaced by a figure he liked whenever he looked at it, with a touch of worry in his eyes, he leaned down and asked him, "Is there something wrong? Run your true energy and let me see if there are any hidden dangers left in your body."

"No, it's okay..." Qingjing opened his mouth, only to find that his voice was extremely hoarse, weak, as if he was acting like a baby.He simply acted coquettishly, rolled on Shen Pingshan's legs, hugged his hot thighs, and buried his face in the eight-pack abs around his waist.

It's nice to have abs!If he has... Hey, why does he feel like he has it himself?

He lifted the hem of his clothes and felt inside, but it turned out that there was nothing there. The belly was flat and soft, and it was soft, bouncy and smooth to the touch.Shen Pingshan probably also understood his feeling of comparison, and he also reached in to touch it, and comforted him: "In the future, after your soul travels, you will still have the opportunity to refine your body into the soul. What dissatisfaction will there be with this physical body? Place, if you carve it on the soul, you can have whatever you want. But..."

He lowered his body, buried his face on the snake essence's soft belly, kissed slowly from top to bottom, and said seductively: "Daddy still likes soft golden pythons."

Don't make trouble!The little snake spirit snorted arrogantly, and pushed the golden crow that was pressing on her body: Where is it soft, I let you say it hard.

When the two of them had enough rest, it would be another day.The aftermath of the war was handled by the local city officials and the noble generals brought by the king. As for the king himself—he was responsible for one thing, which was to please his future dragon.

Although Christo told him that the orc in the shape of a golden crow was Qingjing's dragon knight, the king didn't believe it.Since ancient times, dragon knights have been served by human knights or warriors. Although dragons have different tastes, as long as you are a dragon, you should know how to choose between humans and mindless orcs!

Even... that orc looks a little better.

He asked someone to find a chef who could cook court dishes, and asked someone to cook twelve big dishes, which were served on plates inlaid with pure gold and treasures, and brought to the dining room. The tableware was also all golden.

Qing Jing and Shen Pingshan happened to be hungry after exercising, and they went out for lunch with the mercenary group, and happened to bump into King Charles III who was dressed as a movable Christmas tree and was thinking about how to please the dragon.

Qing Jing put on the red high-level Taoist robe, his complexion was made more vivid, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes showed a sense of flair. When he walked, his waist swayed from side to side indistinctly, like a ball of gorgeous fire burning from a distance .Charles III's eyes were lit up instantly, he pressed his chest empty, stepped forward quickly and stretched out his hand, and sincerely praised: "You are a perfect and beautiful creation, the brightest star in the sky is the brilliance bestowed by God on the Hope Continent , please allow me to offer my love..."

Teacher Shen coughed softly from behind, pulled Qing Jing into his arms, and said in the language of this world: "There are ready-made meals on the table, let's make do with it, and then we have to go to the front line."

Only then did the king see his competitor, and even more so, his shameful behavior of treating the dinner he arranged as ordinary food and using these dishes to curry favor with the dragon.

It's shameless to use other people's efforts to gain favor with yourself!He quickly took off his gloves, straightened his waist, faced Shen Pingshan directly, and asked majesticly, "Who are you from Your Excellency Long?"

Shen Pingshan smiled, before answering, Qingjing held his hand and announced in a high-profile way: "He is my partner!"

The word "object" was translated into the language of Hope Continent, and it probably meant "dear" and "lover" to the king's ears.If the scene were changed, a man would always be a little sad when he heard the person he was chasing came out to his face, but now the king was not sad but happy, and he shot like lightning, grabbing Qingjing's hand.

"I don't care if you have a lover. I just want to be your dragon knight. Please think about it! I am the king of Phithias, and I am also a great swordsman. It seems that I am the only one in this world worthy of you..."

Qing Jing tried his best to withdraw his hand, and was about to refuse, a loud voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Only the strongest knight can be worthy of the strongest dragon!"

As that voice fell, crisp footsteps also sounded "heck" and "heck" on the marble floor.The king's complexion changed drastically, and he looked back to the other side of the kitchen, and saw a tall and handsome knight in black striding forward from the door, with a broad-edged sword tied around his waist, he was full of blood, and his face was like Carved with a knife, there are faint traces of vicissitudes in the eyebrows and eyes.

He walked straight to Qingjing after entering the door, stood still a few steps away, shook his cloak with a crisp sound of hitting the air, then bowed and stretched out his right hand, making an inviting gesture: "I am the only one in the mainland." My holy swordsman Orias, please sign a contract with me and become my dragon."

Charles III's face changed drastically, and he said eagerly: "Your Excellency Orias, I first asked Your Excellency Qingjing to sign the contract."

"That's not important, the important thing is strength." Orias shook his head indifferently: "If you are not satisfied with my approach, you can throw that glove in my face."

"That's right, what matters is strength."

The glass door behind the restaurant was blown open by the wind at some point, and a man wearing a white robe and covering his face with a hood came out of the wind, with a few long white hairs protruding from the opening of the hat, shaking with the wind.He raised his hand and took off the hood, revealing his frosty hair, but his face was as pale and handsome as his hair. He seemed to be only 30 or [-] years old, but his eyes shone with the wisdom of an old man.

He smiled slightly, and the smile was shallow, like the breeze blowing outside the door: "Your Excellency Orias is right, anyone with strength can challenge the identity of the dragon knight."

The Juggernaut and the King rarely stood aside and objected with one voice: "Dragon Knights can only be served by warriors, how can we let mages be Dragon Knights!"

The magician smiled lightly, as if he hadn't heard what the two of them said, and turned back to ask Qingjing: "How do you choose, Your Excellency the Holy Dragon? Choose to be a simple mount, to block a guy who can only fight in melee?" Magic attack; or join me and maximize the magic talent of the Dragon Clan?"

"Maybe it is unwilling to choose both, but wants to fight freely with friends." A leisurely voice with a slight smile sounded from outside the door.

The sun shines into the kitchen, and spots of light are reflected by the marble and shine into everyone's eyes. Sometime in the light spots, there is a long golden hair as dazzling as the sun. Under the golden hair is a beautiful face that is so perfect that it is difficult to describe in words. Slender and slender figure.Wearing a gold-woven robe, he walked like a river of stars, with a humble expression that did not hide his arrogance. He walked up to Qingjing and bowed slightly.

"I am Matthias, the Elven King. I am very glad to meet you. I wish you the most powerful dragon on the continent."

Qing Jing didn't expect that the outside world would become like this just after spending a while on the bed with Mr. Shen.He didn't take any of the hands stretched out in front of him, but hesitantly said: "So many of you want to be dragon knights? But here, there is only one dragon..."

"There is a lot of gold in my kingdom, and all the decorations in the palace are made of gold and precious stones!"

"Of course the strongest person will become the dragon knight!"

"You can choose one of us, or let me prove to you that the Dragons don't need a barbarian as a knight."

……

As we talked, several humans were about to fight.Before Qing Jing started eating, the long table was overturned, and the twelve gold plates on the table were scattered all over the floor, revealing the exquisite dishes under the cover.

Qing Jing was about to go to pick up vegetables, when the head of the mercenary group stopped him suddenly, and said bluntly: "I also know that you are a dragon, since you appeared in the Golden Valley that day, we have doubts... If we can show With matching power, can you give priority to selecting knights in the mercenary group?"

When the group members were talking, Xiaolong nervously switched his feet and kept changing his center of gravity, changing his posture after a while, fidgeting so restlessly that he almost wanted to scratch the wall.Qing Jing silently went over and pressed his forehead, using his own cold body to physically cool him down.

Christo was still nervous, brushing his eyelashes gently back and forth in the snake spirit's palm, asking him in a low voice what to do.Qing Jing watched the group of human beings form a ball from a distance, squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then suddenly patted Xiaolong: "At this point, we can only use this method. If you believe me... ..."

"I believe it!" Xiaolong said without hesitation, holding his hand tightly.

How could he not believe in a senior who was as powerful as a god and loved the Dragon Knight?

Qing Jing patted him affectionately, raised his head slightly, and looked at the bright sunshine outside the window. The bright red robe fluttered gently with the wind, like flowing red clouds.He opened his lips lightly, his expression was as serious as a statue handed down from generation to generation, and every word he uttered was like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, echoing heavily in the hearts of everyone.

"Then, match martial arts to recruit relatives!"