Ancient Evil Jiao

There are little ripples on the calm lake, the sky is blue, the trees are green and the people are quiet.

This was originally an extremely remote and deserted place, but now the monsters are confronting each other, and the noise is fierce but it is also lively.

Zhuo Zimo stared coldly at the ant-like person in front of him with a pair of eyes as big as copper bells. The dragon claws moved forward, and the sharp nails glowed coldly under the sunlight. Do not back down.

People in front of it can only tremble in fear and retreat instinctively.

Zhuo Zimo didn't mean to hurt others, so he just stared at the person in front of him coldly, and opened his mouth to growl in a low warning.

Yes, let's just retire like this, it's good for both parties.

Its intentions were seen by the young man who took the lead. The young man was a man who had crossed rivers and lakes. He had rich experience and knew that Zhuo Zimo was a dragon.

So he knew that Zhuo Zimo had no intention of hurting anyone, or it knew that Zhuo Zimo didn't dare to hurt anyone, so he took the lead and stepped forward, boldly slashing at Zhuo Zimo's dragon tail that extended on the shore...

Zhuo Zimo screamed up to the sky in pain, retracted his tail with a "whoosh", turned his head to look at the young man, his eyes as big as bronze bells had lost the indifference just now, and now filled with angry hatred.

The young man trembled slightly, raised his sword to confront Zhuo Zimo, and said tremblingly: "Who told you to hurt my brother, and what kind of unilateral side, my sister will not be healed after drinking it!"

Zhuo Zimo was angry: "Master can't lie! It's you who broke your promise! (Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho!)"

The angry dragon roar ruthlessly blows at the young man's body. The young man thrusts his sword into the ground and clenches the hilt of the sword with both hands to resist Zhuo Zimo's dragon roar. However, the ordinary people behind the young man are mercilessly blown away, smashed On the ground, pools of blood soaked the land on the shore.

The young man turned around and looked even more annoyed. He gritted his teeth and looked at Zhuo Zimo angrily. He held the sword in his hand more firmly and said: "Monster, unless you kill us all today, otherwise, you will never do evil again!"

As he spoke, the young man tried his best to stab at Zhuo Zimo.

Zhuo Zimo was angry and swept the young man to the ground with his tail.

Looking at the group of people who were surrounded by young people from the shore, he shouted angrily: "You...you are really annoying! (Roar... Roar!)"

Roaring vigorously, the dragon's breath blew up the dust on the ground, instantly covering everything in front of his eyes. After Zhuo Zimo panted and calmed down, the breeze blew away the raised dust, and the lake surface was bare, without anyone's shadow.

Zhuo Zimo was taken aback for a moment, and there was a sudden pressure behind him, Zhuo Zimo couldn't straighten up, and slowly changed back into a human form.

The humanoid Zhuo Zimo turned his neck and looked back, and suddenly there was Long Yan with a cold face behind him.

Zhuo Zimo's heart felt cold, he blinked his shy eyes, opened his trembling lips, but softly called out: "Master."

With just one sound, the coercion behind him disappeared, and Zhuo Zimo felt dizzy for a while, and he was about to fall into the lake.

In a daze, a warm body approached, and the overweight body fell into a soft embrace, with a familiar smell in his breath, Zhuo Zimo closed his eyes with peace of mind.

When he woke up again, Zhuo Zimo was already lying on the wooden bed in the wooden house.

It is still a simple layout, it is still a familiar wooden house, and outside the house, it is still a familiar and intact Lianhua Lake, and the bare places on the shore are also intact.

Nothing seemed to have changed, Zhuo Zimo wondered, was he dreaming?

In doubt, Long Yan walked in with one hand behind his back and a bowl of something unknown in the other.

Zhuo Zimo looked over and called out in a beating heartbeat, "Master."

Long Yan nodded lightly, and handed the bowl in his hand to Zhuo Zimo.

Zhuo Zimo looked down and saw that it was a bowl of soup. The soup was crystal clear and shone with holy light. It was a good thing at first glance.

Zhuo Zimo took it.

Long Yan said: "Drink it."

Zhuo Zimo looked at the soup, then at the indifferent Longyan, but he dared not say a word, and obediently drank the soup.

After the soup was eaten, a wave of warmth slowly flowed through the whole body, and the overweight body instantly relaxed.

Zhuo Zimo took a deep breath, got out of bed and said, "It's really comfortable to drink."

Long Yan pursed his lips and remained silent.

Zhuo Zimo looked at Long Yan strangely and said, "Master, why are you always so cold when you come back?"

Long Yan glanced at Zhuo Zimo and said, "Do you remember what happened before you fainted?"

Zhuo Zimo froze for a moment, thinking of the ruined wooden house, thinking of the corpse lying by the lake, thinking of the bare lake, his body shivered suddenly, and his mind instantly cleared up...

It turned out that those... were not dreams.

He lowered his eyes and obediently stood in front of Long Yan.

Long Yan didn't get angry, he looked at Zhuo Zimo lightly and asked, "How do you plan to deal with it?"

Zhuo Zimo frowned and shook his head.

After thinking about it, Zhuo Zimo bit the bullet and asked: "Master, those people... are all dead?"

Long Yan stared at Zhuo Zimo for a long time, and slowly said: "Dead, there are no corpses left."

Zhuo Zimo was stunned, lowered his head, gritted his teeth and asked, "Can... help?"

Long Yan said coldly: "Yes."

Zhuo Zimo raised his head in surprise, Long Yan looked at Zhuo Zimo coldly and said: "One plant of Resurrection Grass can save one person's life, but this person's body is intact, you injured more than [-] people, and more than [-] people's lives Their bodies have been blown away by your dragon breath, to save them, use your cultivation to reshape their bodies, and then go to the top of the sea of ​​clouds to pick the reviving grass."

Zhuo Zimo looked at Long Yan silently in shock, Long Yan asked: "Can't do it?"

Zhuo Zimo lowered his head and gritted his teeth: "They come to make trouble first, and they make mistakes first."

Hearing this, Long Yan pursed his lips and stared at Zhuo Zimo coldly. Zhuo Zimo silently lowered his head and confronted Long Yan speechlessly. After a while, Long Yan sighed and turned his gaze away.

Zhuo Zimo's chest became depressed when he heard the sigh, and he raised his eyes to look at Longyan, but all he saw was Longyan's vicissitudes of the back.

Zhuo Zimo watched, feeling a little pain in his heart for some reason, he stared blankly and opened his mouth, trying to call Master but couldn't.

But at this moment, Long Yan said: "You don't care about those people's lives, so you can kill them at will, and you don't care about them as a teacher, so you can ignore them, but everything recurs, and sooner or later, people who care about these things will seek revenge and beat you to death." If you pass, you can continue to kill, and if you can’t beat it, your teacher can protect you, but what if you meet someone you can’t beat as a teacher?”

Zhuo Zimo closed his eyes stubbornly and did not speak.

Long Yan sighed again, came to Zhuo Zimo's side, raised his head and rubbed his head, changed the subject and said, "How does your body feel?"

Zhuo Zimo was taken aback, and looked up at Long Yan, but there was no blame on his face, and there were some emotions that Zhuo Zimo couldn't understand.

Long Yan said: "...Don't use your true energy recently."

As he spoke, he walked past Zhuo Zimo calmly.

Zhuo Zimo was stunned, turned around and shouted: "Master..."

Long Yan didn't look back.

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