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It was a heart-cleaning and calming talisman, which was designed to cure the disturbance of spiritual power of spirits, assist in calming the heart, and has an excellent hypnotic effect.

The material of the talisman paper is obviously much better than the few thin yellow papers that Zhang Qinglan usually takes out to make a show.

Between the eyebrows is almost the place where the energy of all creatures gather, and Ao Zhan is no exception.Now it was sealed by Zhang Qinglan's aura full of aura, even Qinglong, who had a strong physique, became drowsy in just three breaths.

The two were sitting face to face on the phantom crystal rock, Zhang Qinglan was still surrounded by Ao Zhan in his arms, his hands and feet were bound and he couldn't move.But now Qinglong seems to have been stripped of all his strength, and he can't hold back his eyes, and his mind, which has not yet been awake, has been pulled into a deeper layer of chaos.

The big hand that was gripping the young man's wrist was gradually loosened, and the scales on the phalanx gently scratched Zhang Qinglan's forearm with the movement, causing slight itches.

The man's eyelids gradually became heavy, and he raised his hands instead, wrapping his arms around Zhang Qinglan's shoulders, rubbing his head against Zhang Qinglan's shoulders, and let out a dull whirring sound from his throat.

Zhang Qinglan raised his hand to catch Ao Zhan who had fallen into his arms almost at the same time. The difference in size between the two made him almost unable to support him, and he struggled to support the other's heavy body so that the two of them would not fall apart. Qiqi fell on the phantom rock.

Zhang Qinglan was stunned for a moment when he heard the almost coquettish voice coming from his ear.

It's not that the two of them hugged so closely before, but it was the first time in Zhang Qinglan's memory that Ao Zhan leaned in his arms completely relaxed.

After a while, the young man raised his hand, hesitated for a while, then touched the man's back, patted it a few times, and finally got the big green dragon's hug.

Ao Zhan's skin was still icy cold, and through the rough linen clothes on Zhang Qinglan's body, his strong heartbeat pierced through along with the chill.

"Hey," the young man's face was calm, and he even raised his hand quite boldly, stroking the man's broad back slowly: "Tail, can you make it out?"

Master Dragon King was immersed in the tenderness of the other party, raised his eyelids, and glanced casually.Not long after, the green dragon's tail wrapped around the young man's calf, and it kept lingering and dawdling.

On weekdays, Ao Zhan has always been the only one who respects himself and keeps his promise. How could it be Zhang Qinglan's turn to make demands on him.

It was the first time that she was so obedient and well-behaved.

Zhang Qinglan has never been a soft and gentle person, the only obedience in her temperament has long been poured out to the proud and conceited Ao Zhan when he was a real dragon.

Now that he managed to catch the other party's flaws, Zhang Qinglan naturally had a great time playing, and all the bad intentions came out.

He raised his hand, palm up, and rubbed the back of Ao Zhan's neck with his warm and soft fingertips to comfort the drowsy Dragon King. He slowed down his voice, and said in an almost coaxing tone. : "Tail... put it up."

Sure enough, as soon as Zhang Qinglan finished speaking, the cold and slippery dragon tail was leisurely lifted up, and gently touched the young man's palm, and even beat slowly with the young man's breathing.

"Okay," patting the drunken Qinglong on the back of the head, the corner of the young man's mouth curled into an imperceptible arc, and he said with satisfaction, "Let's change back." When the ending sound fell, the Qinglong actually retracted his tail obediently. went back.

Zhang Qinglan's obedient appearance made Zhang Qinglan half-close her eyes, and a subtle light flashed in her phoenix eyes.

Pulling the distance between the two, Zhang Qinglan let go of the hand on the back of the man's neck, and turned to hold Ao Zhan's face, staring at the talisman paper pasted between the other's eyebrows, and laughed a little.

They belonged to human hands, soft and slender, with some calluses on the fingertips.

Zhang Qinglan's thumbs kept dawdling on the green scales on the side of the Dragon King's face, and instead of being angry, the drowsy Dragon King just cast a lazy glance at the mortal in front of him.

Zhang Qinglan said softly: "Good boy."

Ao Zhan didn't react at all, and even hummed softly a few times, turned his face, and took the initiative to rub the young man's palm.

I raised my hand to touch the dragon horn, and it felt rough, not the texture of jade as I imagined.It is more similar to the branches of a dead tree. There are many patterns on the bark. The tiny scales are lined up separately, illuminated by the fire of the white jade lotus lamp, and the light blue halo is shining densely and densely.

You must know that the dragon's horn is one of the most sensitive parts of a dragon, so even in this situation, Ao Zhan was shocked by Zhang Qinglan's movements.

The Dragon King frowned immediately, and finally made a move. He grabbed the young man's troubled hands and threw him directly on the bed. The whole dragon was pressed on the skinny and thin human body. Put it next to each other's ears.

The half-dragon-looking man changed his previous lazy and casual appearance, and the left hand holding Zhang Qinglan's wrist was extremely strong. He looked down at the young man below him, and some unexpected and unknown lights flickered in his slightly narrowed eyes, which looked very dangerous. .

"..."

Seeing that the other party seemed to have recovered from the violence on the shore just now, Zhang Qinglan opened her eyes wide and turned her head with a guilty conscience, thinking that the time for the spell to take effect could obviously last through this period of time...

However, he never expected that Ao Zhan, who seemed to be "sober", leaned down, kissed the monk's brow lightly, and then released the strength of his arms to support himself, and threw himself on the young man. The opponent's shoulder socket was motionless.

Zhang Qinglan froze for a moment when she touched the second talisman in her sleeve pocket.

After a while, he raised his hand, took the initiative to embrace Ao Zhan's waist, and patted the man's back lightly like coaxing a child.

One person and one dragon were lying on the phantom crystal rock, and after an unknown amount of time, the clear and thin voice of the mortal monk sounded from within the empty barrier: "You gave me the Qiankun bag."

"You offered it."

"Don't blame me."

"Give it to me, give it to me, you can't go back, and you can't regret it when you wake up."

"You are the Dragon King, you promise a thousand gold."

I don't know what Zhang Qinglan babbled to the drowsy Ao Zhan alone, but in the end, what responded to him was still the dull grunt from Qinglong's throat.

Looking down and seeing the original shape crystal that had remained unchanged for two years, Zhang Qinglan raised her eyes, her eyes rested on the pair of dragon horns on the forehead of Ao Zhan, who had already passed out, and sighed softly.

***

When the two went ashore again, it was already the time of moonset, after the fifteenth day, the influence of the full moon on Ao Zhan no longer existed.

It's just that maybe it's because of the sequelae of being forced to transform into a dragon, or maybe the talisman paper that Zhang Qinglan pasted on Ao Zhan's eyebrows is too effective. There was also a shiny black round crystal tightly clutched inside.

Zhang Qinglan put Ao Zhan's right hand across her shoulders, supported Ao Zhan up with difficulty, and walked slowly among the rocks by the sea.

Just when the two were about to go ashore and were only 20 meters away from the sea, the water-avoiding art that had been relying on Ao Zhan's spiritual power suddenly lost its effect.

As a result, the bone-chilling sea water surged up at the same moment, completely soaking the clothes on both of them.

Ao Zhan didn't wear much on his body, and he was wearing a crocodile gauze, which can protect him from water and fire, and is invulnerable to swords and guns. Therefore, even if he is soaked in sea water, the impact on him is not too great.

Zhang Qinglan is not as comfortable as Ao Zhan.

He is just a mortal monk, and his low spiritual power is not enough to support him to reconnect the protection at the moment when the water avoidance weapon fails.Even if there is any magic weapon on his body, it will be useless when it is completely soaked in sea water.

There was still a huge drag on her body, Zhang Qinglan had no choice but to drag him to the coast before making plans.

The sea breeze is cold and bleak, and the salty sea water all over the body makes people feel tired.In the end, Zhang Qinglan couldn't take a few more steps forward, so Zhang Qinglan found a flat reef with higher terrain, dragged Ao Zhan, and laid him flat on the reef.

Just when Zhang Qinglan was thinking about whether he should go back to the mansion first, and let the shrimp soldiers and crabs under the Dragon King come over to take their master back to the mansion, suddenly, footsteps came from the depths of the silver-white beach on the shore .

I only heard the sound of the footsteps being broken, stepping on the soft sand and stones, and the sound was almost drowned out by the loud noise of the waves hitting the shore.

It was midnight now, and the ordinary people in Ye City should have gone to sleep long ago, not to mention the turmoil on the beach after nightfall, which was particularly frightening. Even if they were rushing to the sea, ordinary people would not choose such a time.

Quietly dragging the unconscious Ao Zhan to hide behind the huge reef, Zhang Qinglan took out the yellow talisman that had already been wet by sea water from his pocket, his face darkened, and stuffed those wet soft papers into his sleeve pocket again .

The young man sat behind the rock, half-embraced Ao Zhan, and held him loosely in his arms.

The sea breeze blew past, and the wet hair clung to his cheeks. The moonlight, without the cover of the clouds, poured down one after another, casting a layer of light on the young man's pupils.

Taking advantage of the gap hidden by the reef, Zhang Qinglan pursed her lips, turned her head, and stared at the direction of the footsteps without blinking.

Not long after, the owner of the footsteps appeared in sight——

On the silvery white sandy beach, a tall woman in a green skirt was walking slowly towards the beach.

The woman wore a light veil covering most of her face, but the exposed eyebrows and eyes were enough to make people realize her beauty.In her hand was a lotus paper boat with candles burning, and she walked lightly with lotus steps, and she reached the seaside in a short time.

The waves rolled in and wet the man's skirt, but the woman didn't pay any attention to it, she just squatted down and gently put the lotus lantern in her hand into the sea water.

Watching the waves gradually push away the lantern, the woman folded her hands together, her beautiful eyes were lightly closed, and she muttered something, as if she was praying for something.

... Zhang Qinglan was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, the young man's attention was drawn back by the sudden slight burning sensation from the tip of his left finger.

Zhang Qinglan lowered her head and blinked slowly.

Only then did I realize that the black crystal that Ao Zhan held tightly in his palm suddenly lit up the fourth pattern!