like a dragon

It was no surprise to see Yuan.

At this time, it should be the healing period after he dragged down the sun. He turned into a primordial body and stood upright on the one-foot-thick pile of leaves. If it wasn't for the dragon's head moving, he might be no different from a collapsed ebony tree .He kept his eyes closed, and a young man in common clothes knelt in front of him.The young man had a handsome face, holding a white ball with a leaf, and gently sized up the wound on Yuan's body.

My father said that Yuan was seriously injured during the Yanding War, and he had to rest for nearly a hundred years each time.Looking at it up close now, it really penetrates people.The black scales scorched and brittle after being roasted by the flames fell off the dragon body, revealing the flying flesh underneath. The edge of the dragon meat turned white, which was clearly cooked by the magic weapon.

The God of War is harmless and uninjured. I really don't know how much of the classics and legends are beautified and exaggerated.

Hu Er quietly glanced at the people beside him, since the Dragon King is like this, what will the black dragon do in the future.A trace of guilt welled up in his heart, just as Hu Er was about to talk to him, he frowned and asked: Who is that person next to my father? "

Boil him well.Hu Er thought for a while, then smiled and answered, "Are you asking me?"

Heilong lowered his voice a lot: "I thought you knew everything, but you just didn't want to say it."

"Call me Brother Hu." Hu Er replied lightly.

"you--"

"Dust."

Yuan's voice was extremely aggrieved, Hu Er and Hei Long were both startled.

"God will be dusted?"

"I've never heard anyone else call that name."

"Aren't companion beasts incapable of transforming?"

Heilong's eyes were heavy, and he shook his head to indicate that he didn't know.

Hu Er turned around to leave, but was grabbed by the black dragon again: "Where are you going? Why do you always avoid my father?"

"Okay, okay, take a look." Hu Er laughed and stood beside him motionless.

"I don't want to eat." Yuan turned his head around, and the dragon's beard flew into the air in anger.

"If you don't eat any more, it will dry out in a while," the young man called Meng Chen said softly, "You need to get well soon, there are still two suns waiting for you."

"I don't want to eat your meat anymore."

"When the last sun falls, I will accompany you to heal slowly. Now that this piece has dried up, I have to dig another piece." Meng Chen pushed him and coaxed, "Eat quickly."

Yuan Yuan glanced at him, then raised his head and swallowed the tender white meat.

"Is it delicious?" Meng Chen bent his eyes and asked, "I'm afraid you will get tired of eating the leg meat, this time I gouged out the chest meat."

"Don't tell me the flesh on the leg has been gouged out?"

Meng Chen smiled and shook his head.

Yuan Long stared at him and said, "Did that idiot Ruan Ruodao come to ask you out again?"

"I've already declined, he doesn't know that I'm the dust."

"If you want to go out with him, you don't need to be tied to me all the time. I heard that Ruan Ruodao has a very interesting place in the sky, and he can fly without wings in it. Haven't you always wanted to try the feeling of flying?"

"I still don't want it." Meng Chen looked at him and shook his head.

"What are you hesitating for?" Yuan thought he was not up to date, "I was injured, you can talk, and if you are seriously injured, you can change form. You can walk in human form for more than a hundred years. It is good to make more friends."

"I am still……"

"It's been so many years, don't you still believe me?" Yuan frowned and said, "Although you are my companion beast, I also eat your flesh to restore my body, but I don't regard you as my appendage. Your name is Mengchen, the bright pearl is Mengchen, you have to believe that you are no worse than anyone else! No matter how powerful the phoenix is, it is just a bird. If you are still afraid, you can think of him as a chicken, and go out with the chicken, and the pressure will not be too much. .”

"Okay," Meng Chen suppressed a smile and nodded, "If Dao comes again next time, I'll go out with him and see him."

"That's right. When the last sun falls, I will give you my dragon spine," Yuan said to Meng Chen seriously, "You will be the dragon, and I will lie on the bottom of the sea for a few years to rest. What is it... It's going to burn me to death."

"I'm a companion beast, I can't become a dragon." Meng Chen lowered his head and smiled innocently, "I'm satisfied if you're good."

Yuan unconsciously raised his head and smiled, then put the dragon's head on the ground again, pretending to be cold and said: "Excellent."

Meng Chen scooped out a spoonful of thick green sap from a wooden bucket, poured it on Yuan's body, and asked softly, "Is it this pain?"

"My king hurts everywhere."

"I'll gouge out a bigger piece of meat tonight."

"Mengchen." Yuan suddenly turned his head around and rubbed against his back.

"what happened?"

"Dust."

"Oh."

"Dust."

"Ah."

"Can you taste my meat too?"

"I'm worried that I won't be able to bite." Meng Chen still smiled.

"Here," Yuan suddenly raised his head and exposed his throat. Among the hard black scales, there is a palm-sized piece that is slightly golden, "you turn me upside down, and there is a piece of soft meat underneath, which I have been coveting for a long time. .”

Meng Chen, who was pushed on his head, hugged the dragon head with a smile, and tried his best to reach the place he indicated, and patted on the scales lightly: "Let's keep it for later eating."

Being pinned down at the vital point, Yuan's spine was stiff, but his voice was still imaginative: "When we drag down the last sun, winter will return, and when it snows, we will slice that piece of meat into thin slices." Yes, with hot tea."

"Well," Meng Chen carefully touched the remaining sap in the water ladle on the wound near Nilin, "It should be thicker, so as not to taste smoky."

The wide-eyed Longmu smiled into a straight line, but his tone never let up: "It will never taste worse than yours."

Meng Chen bit his lips and smiled, and continued to wipe the Dragon King's wound carefully.Yuan held his head high and wrapped his legs with dragon whiskers to prevent him from falling from a height.

"Shall we go now?" Hu Er asked Hei Long with a sneer.

"My father eats dusty meat?" Heilong frowned and asked Hu Er.

"Let you go, you don't go," Hu Er turned his head and left, then turned around and gloated, "You deserve it."

"He never mentioned this kind of thing to me." Heilong said.

"This is the past he brought into the tomb," Hu Er said to the black dragon, "You and I pry into the Dragon King's secrets, it's not for a gentleman."

"My companion beast is so miserable."

"There are only a lot more cruel things in the demon world than this one. Neither of them care about it. Why should you think about it?"

"Brother Fox, do you know about this?" Black Dragon asked Hu Er.

"Of course I don't know," Hu Er shook his head, then smiled with his eyes bent, "But I know something else, you'd better not know."

Heilong dodged his eyes for a moment, lowered his head and said, "It's better to find a way out quickly."

The behavior of the black dragon is quite different from when it was just like the dragon's tomb. It's true, after being struck by the dragon's breath twice, it actually knows the depth.

"Here is the astringent tree used by the Dragon King to heal his wounds. It should be the dense forest in the north of Liming Mountain. Where are we going?"

"Go to the sea of ​​gods and demons," the black dragon coughed twice, "go to a place I know well."

Hu Er didn't hear the sound right, and saw two cold sweats bursting out of the black dragon's forehead, and hurriedly took his pulse.The black dragon hand is warm and dry, but this time it feels cold, and the pulse is normal.

"It's okay," Black Dragon said with his wrist pulled back, his breath unsteady, "Let's go on the road."

Black Dragon and Hu Er began to avoid the Dragon King, but not every time.Seeing that the Dragon King's injury was getting better little by little, the two of them carried Meng Chen to slide among the woods during the day when they were free, and hid Meng Chen on top of their heads at night to concentrate on cultivation.Black Dragon and Hu Er walked for about half a day, but they still haven't left the dense forest in Beili.

"The ordinary monsters who came to congratulate him all said that Liming Mountain has a vast territory," Hu Er panted, "I thought it was a compliment, but I didn't take it to heart. Now that I have abandoned the spell and walked by myself, I realize that it is true."

"En," Heilong replied lightly, but almost tripped over a stone.

Hu Er grabbed his left arm and said with concern: "Brother Long, are you feeling unwell?"

"Fortunately."

This person loves to be brave, saying it's okay, but I'm afraid it's already not so good.Hu's second hand felt wet and sticky, and the black dragon broke free again.

"There are too many things to do, we'd better leave as soon as possible."

"Brother Long." Hu Er grabbed his arm again.

"En." Heilong's eyes were almost absent-minded, and he was still listening to Hu Er's words intently.

"Time is fickle in the illusion, I'm already tired, how about..."

Before Hu Er finished speaking, the black dragon on the opposite side closed his eyes, and fell unconsciously on Hu Er's shoulder.His breath was like ice frost, breathing on the side of Hu Er's neck, it was so cold that Hu Er's hair shivered.

"Brother Long?" Hu Er shook him.

"Brother Long, isn't this golden crown a bit too high?" Hu Er laughed at himself, bent over and pulled him on his back.Heilong's whole body was limp, allowing him to pull, his head sank on the side of Hu Er's neck again.Hu Er flinched, and said to the unconscious human: "Your golden hairpin is also a sharp weapon. If you fail to form an alliance, will you kill me right away?"

The black dragon didn't answer, the bone-piercing frost passed through the brocade robes of the two of them to Hu Er's body, and the three suns didn't seem to counteract the severe cold.Hu Er carried the black dragon on his back for another half an hour, found a cave suspected to be inhabited by demons, and carried him in.The cave was not dark, and there was no shelter from the wind. Hu Er moved a few stones to block him in the corner, and sat beside him panting.

The black dragon seemed to be extremely cold, his brows were frosted, and his lips and teeth were trembling.Hu Er thought about it for a while, and always felt that it should be caused by the dragon's breath entering his body.

"It's okay to say that."

Hu Er stretched out his hand to check his pulse, it was still stable, but he didn't know why it was so.Hu Er got up and wanted to get him something to warm him, but felt ridiculous.During the Yanding War, everyone only hated that it was not cool enough, so there was no need for heating.Hu Er searched around in the cave, but found nothing. He wanted to go out to pick up some branches, but he heard the dragon look nervous and chatter: "Yihai, Yihai."

"Got it, got it." Hu Erban knelt beside him, nodding perfunctorily.

The black dragon barked a few more times, and his expression gradually calmed down.

"Fool," Hu Er laughed, "I'm going to build a fire, and I'll be back in a while."

Hu Er didn't dare to go far, picked up some wood and went back to the cave.By the time Hu Qi recited two short poems, the frost had passed the corner of the black dragon's mouth, and some ice crystals had also climbed up on the boulder beside him.

This is not like a problem that an ordinary bonfire can solve.

Hu Er looked at the wood in his hand, and casually threw them aside.He knelt down in front of the black dragon, his face was covered with frost, as if he was going to be sealed in the next moment.Hu Er melted the frost on his eyelashes, and gently touched his eyelids.

I don't know if it is golden pupil or black pupil now.The two of them have only known each other for half a day, separated by a past event and countless secret rules, but it is as if they were promised by life and death.

Hu Er slid his hand down and said to him softly, "I'm sorry too."

Hu Er let go of his brocade robe, and stretched out his hand to explore his dantian.In the clear field, apart from the Chijin Yuandan of the black dragon body, there is another cloud of white mist that will not condense.

Hu Er withdrew his hand, feeling overjoyed: ordinary monsters only have one Yuan Dan, and the black dragon is probably going to advance again.Above the top big monster is the magnanimous fairy road. The two of them traveled in a disorderly and extremely dangerous way. It is also a blessing in misfortune that the black dragon can have such an adventure.

If the black dragon can really go further, then it will be more sure to deal with that Gonghuai Immortal.

Hu Er turned into his original body, spit out his demon pill, and sent it into the black dragon's body.Perhaps the black dragon was stimulated by the foreign demon core, he sighed, and also transformed into a primordial body. The black dragon body, which is as thick as a thousand-year-old ancient wood, curled up into a ball, gradually stained with frost.

In this vast illusion, he can't do much, and the rest depends on Heilong himself.

Hu Er crouched beside him, squinting at him.Having not used his body for a long time, he was a little unaccustomed to it, so he changed a few positions before lying comfortably on his front paws.The black dragon was still uncomfortable in the samadhi, the huge dragon's head moved to Hu Er's warm front paw, and Hu Er moved to the other paw, just after lying down, the dragon's whiskers passed through the curly hair on Hu Er's back again, Cold and creamy like seaweed.Hu Er pulled out the two dragon's whiskers with his teeth and spat them aside. When not in use, they passed through nimbly, trembling among the curls.

never mind.Hu Er stared at him for a while, closed his eyes and held his breath.

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There are no more on Sunday.

Will try harder to write.