like a dragon

The real fire furnace can't be separated from people for a moment, Hu Er took out his chair, moved a book that was taller than two people, and settled down beside the furnace.

Humans are born gorgeous animals, with rich emotions beyond Hu Er's imagination.There is a story about a delicious bowl of wontons.Passer-by A went to the wonton stall at the intersection of Cross Flowers to line up in the early morning in winter, watching the light red sprinkled with light green on the fresh meat, the host kept chopping them into minced meat with a half-inch thick iron kitchen knife, and the hostess took advantage of When the meat is most elastic, quickly roll it up and wrap it with a thin skin, put it in boiling water, pick it up when the pot is open, and slide it into a bowl of steaming clear soup.

The wontons cost ten pennies each, fresh and salty and warm in his memory, but he was so hungry that he didn't even take a sip of the soup before he was implicated by the male protagonist who came to seek revenge, and even the bowl and others fell under the wooden table .Passerby A didn't seem to be angry, just grabbed his penny and ran for his life.

Eating is dispensable to Hu Er, but after reading this passage, Hu Er still feels that if he is that passer-by, the male lead will probably be changed the moment he only kicks the stall.

In addition to these absurd but real human fireworks, Hu Er also found half of the booklet mentioned in the dream of the Dragon King.The mortal story he left in the sea snake cave ended in tragedy.Your son did not move, but after a few years, he finally married a wife and had children, and left after more than ten years; the servant became a tomb keeper after his death, and still went to sweep his tomb every day, and then Passed away on a bright spring day two years later.

This story is plain, but very sad when you think about it.The two of them hardly had any decent conversations. The longest time they spent together was the night after his death, when his young son knocked on the servant's door and asked him to be a temporary servant in the mourning hall.Of course the nobleman's family does not lack him as a servant, this is what he ordered before his death, and after seven nights of guarding, he gave him the house where the servant has always lived.It's a pity that the servant never lived again. After he was buried, he lived in the thatched hut near his grave.

Fortunately, Ruan Ruodao only tore a few pages to Mengchen. If the whole story was sent to Mengchen, the Dragon King would probably hit the house on fire before Mengchen saw it—he even beat the magic dragon many times because of Mengchen. Let Meng Chen guard the tomb of the noble son next door, and die alone.

Hu Er put the yellowed books on the pile of finished books, and looked up again.The booklet was not thick at all, the cover was soft, but the back cover was slightly hard, as if something had been stuck inside with clumsy glue.He did a good job with a small technique, but he did it all by himself, and he didn't know what he was hiding.

With a "tsk", he took the booklet back.Hu Er folded it back and forth twice, revealing a slit in the interlayer. Hu Er shook his hands, and pulled out two thin sheets of letter paper from the interlayer of the back cover.

The Dragon King's handwriting is very recognizable, flamboyant and phoenix-like, with very few words; the other one is in regular lower case letters, which fills a whole piece of paper.

"If the black dragon is here, you have to look at it with a straight face," Hu Er said to the letter, "Please don't blame the Dragon King."

The Dragon King's letter didn't have a title or signature, it was as simple as a voice transmission.Hu Er read it silently, and then read it again imitating the Dragon King's tone: "I am the jewel in the sea, and I am of the same status as me. You should be more sensible, and don't underestimate him."

The other letter was written by Meng Chen under the title of "Pearl" refusing to propose marriage.Hu Er read it from the beginning to the end: "I don't dare to call you by your name, and I am flattered by your request. I have no other thoughts except to end my life at the bottom of the sea. If the king asks you one day , please also say that I don’t know how to flatter you.”

The two letters alone seem nothing, but together, the friendship is obvious.The Dragon King had mentioned Meng Chen's status to Ruan Ruodao earlier, and Meng Chen had also rejected Ruan Ruodao long ago. Ruan Ruodao's actions, presumably also guessed the two people's intentions.He didn't destroy the letter, nor did he explain the matter to the two of them, but simply sealed the two people's hearts after the end of the story...

No wonder his father said that the Feng family is the most human-like family.

Maybe there was jealousy and injustice at the time, and maybe I thought about mentioning this to the two of them one day, but in the end, I hurriedly ended it at the moment of heartbreak.Hu Er didn't know what he was thinking. At that time, Ruan Ruodao hid everyone, even himself after the second Nirvana.

In the past, due to the rampage of fallen immortals, it seems that everyone is a tragedy.

Hu Er put the two letters into his sleeve, and stared blankly at the Xiong Baolu for a while.

If the black dragon finds out, will he feel that he is redundant again?When we meet again, give him a letter and a gift, swallow the bitter medicine wrapped in honey, maybe you won't be able to taste the bitterness—after all, with him, Heilong is by no means a superfluous person.

Hu Er moved a few new ones and spread them out in front of his eyes. The books were wonderful, but with those two thin papers in his sleeve, the twists and turns of the stories before him were just flirtatious pastime.He re-read a few books, and concentrated on taking care of the treasure stove, his silver-white curly hair was even more curled up by the fire, and he was afraid that he was no different from Tan sheep.

"He won't see through this time, right?" Hu Er smiled slightly.

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In the seabed of the extreme east, in the tomb of the Dragon King.

The black dragon sat in the Dragon King's dream with a frosty face, and the tiny icicles turned into dew the moment they met the sea water, hanging on his thick eyelashes, and dispersed with the air bubbles in the blink of an eye.The time to fight the phantom dragon is getting shorter and shorter. He doesn't care about the skeleton of any dragon king, as long as he can hide in the dream and let him breathe.

The black dragon looked around, he was in an empty hall, and a four-legged round tripod stood in the hall.The cauldron was filled with half of his father's blood, and the dragon king's medicine was floating in it, which almost caused Hu Qi to go mad.

By chance, what he came to was still the dreamland of his father.

Just like what Hu Er said, everything in his father's dream is related to Mengchen. He has seen too many trivial things between the two of them. At first, he still felt a tingling pain, but later he calmly regarded it—maybe it was numbness That's all.

The black dragon wandered around the hall for a while, and his lonely father opened the door of the hall and walked in.The Dragon King at this moment is very similar to the gentle father he is familiar with, but the demon power seems to be stronger.He stood at the door hesitating for a moment, walked slowly to the tripod, and then pulled out half of the stumped arm from the dragon's blood.

The only part of Meng Chen left in the demon world has been stored in the Dragon Blood Cauldron by him.

"Meng Chen." Sitting on the steps, his father whispered to the disabled arm, "Please give me another helping hand."

He gnawed a little bit of Mengchen's arm in his mouth, and the golden dragon's breath ignited in his hand after a while.

As soon as the dragon's breath started, the Dragon King stopped eating, and smiled dejectedly: "If I let you down for him, I think you are willing to live or die at this moment."

After saying this, he stabbed deeply into his dantian with the dragon's breath. He frowned slightly, and the dragon's breath entered his abdomen like a horizontal knife, slowly cutting open the sea of ​​Qi in his dantian.The condensed water in the hall suddenly vibrated, and the Dragon King's hand trembled and stopped for a moment.

"I can die, but he can't." The Dragon King bit his bare arm again, and then cut a little deeper.

Invisible frost gushed out from his belly, and the condensed water that was shaking just now was gradually stained with ice flowers. The Dragon King pushed the frozen condensed water outward with his hands, and pushed the dragon's breath forward again.The dragon's breath stopped before cutting off the entire waist. The Dragon King snorted, and very carefully reached into his stomach and took out a dragon egg with brown patterns.He looked at the egg and smiled, then coughed again for a long time.The dragon's blood gushed out belatedly, and the Dragon King blocked it several times, hugged the dragon egg tightly, and gave up calmly.

The dragon's blood spread extremely slowly in the condensed water, as if it was a dark red throne supporting the Dragon King on the steps.The dusty arm resting on his leg was only half fleshy. The Dragon King chose the meaty side and showed it to the dragon egg: "This is your other father. Both the original body and the human form are so cute."

"You are a posthumous child, so grow up quickly." Dragon King complained to him, "I still want to find him."

He seemed to have nothing to say to others, and sat with his head bowed while holding the egg. After about half an hour, the bleeding finally stopped.

"I didn't die this time." The Dragon King regretted, "Live a little longer and make plans after seeing him break out of his shell."

He gathered the dragon's blood into the tripod, climbed unsteadily to the upper edge of the tripod, and carefully put the dusty hand bones in again.The bones of the hand sank to the bottom, and some white flesh floated up.

"See you next time, I hope you and I will sleep together as promised."

After the Dragon King finished speaking in a warm voice, he jumped off the tripod and cast a spell to open Yu Yuan's door.

"His name is Mengchen. He is good-looking, delicious, and easy to get along with. He is my companion beast. He is a natural pair with me." The Dragon King said as he walked, "Now, you and I, father and son, go home together."

The invisible door closed quietly in front of the black dragon, how much resentment he had before, how happy he is now.His biological mother is his father, he is not a superfluous person, but the son of his father and his beloved, it is the reason why he has stayed in this world for dozens of years; he is so stubborn, like entering a magic cave and still refuses to die The innocent young man is another father worthy of his pride.

Although the two fathers have passed away, they must love each other with all their hearts and love him with all their hearts.

He looked down at the bright white dragon egg lying across his dantian, and proudly said to him: "Look, my father will never let me down."

The hatred of chaos, the hatred of killing one's father, will always be paid in blood on the day the creditor is found.

"You grow as soon as possible." The black dragon said softly to it: "The shell must be hardened to resist the wind and rain from the outside world."

This kind of persuasion seems to be easy to say, he has never been a father, but he knows how his father treats him.He lives in a bubble, and every night he has to pull the golden scales on his body. If they are extremely secure, he will smile with a smile on his lips. The smile is not very bright, but it is the driving force of the black dragon's daily practice.

Now he is also a father, but he doesn't know whether the child's other father is what he thinks about, and he doesn't know how to mention it.Now at this juncture, it seems that it is more appropriate not to mention it, but to raise children by yourself first.

"Since I am your father, I will protect you well."

The frost on the black dragon's face gradually faded, and he raised his dragon's breath again, aiming at the dusty flesh and blood in the cauldron.

"Father took you to fight," Heilong smiled, "on the day when the dragon gate is opened, you should cheer up and see your father's majesty."