East China Sea dust

When he opened his eyes again, the wind and snow, the deep forest, and even the boy with the lantern had all disappeared.

The ever-burning lamp filled with whale oil is burning quietly, and all you can see are layers of dark red shark silk. I don’t know how extravagant it is to hang such a precious thing as a decoration in the palace, floating in the sea .

In front of him was the turbulent sea water that was slowly calming down, and the overflowing spiritual power moved around his body at will, driving away the bubbles one by one.

Ao Zhan stared fixedly at the dark tiles on the roof of the hall, felt the sea of ​​energy in his body that was constantly recovering spiritual power, and his fingertips hanging by his side trembled slightly.

He tried to sit up straight, but was unable to move for a while because he had been in a coma for too long.

At this moment, Ao Zhan was lying on the stone bed with a stiff body, only felt a cool force in his veins was moving around, and wherever that force went, all the joints and acupuncture points that were blocked by the magic circle were re-opened. Through it, the original spiritual power belonging to the real dragon was finally restored.

The lost five senses are being reshaped accordingly, and are gradually returning to the body.

The familiar fragrance that diffused in the air enveloped Ao Zhan in it, the sound of sea water gurgling and flowing gradually sounded, and even the decorations in the palace became brighter and brighter.

"bass!"

Just at this moment, a shriek screamed out for no reason, but it broke the original silence.

Ao Dingbo's voice sounded in the hall, with some irritation and sarcasm mixed in his tone, he said mockingly: "That's right, it's been 300 years, if you were really an ordinary person, you should have been wiped out by now."

The young Dragon King couldn't hold his breath, and didn't notice Ao Zhan who was awake but temporarily unable to move beside him.

I found that I didn't see the expected ointment from Zhang Qinglan's hand just now, but my eyes were stung by bursts of blue light for no reason, and I was imprisoned in place... Ao Dingbo's eyes were filled with anger, and he stared at the young man in front of him. Light body shape.

A kind of shame and resentment of being fooled suddenly rushed into my heart, and without thinking about it, I took the red flame sword out of my palm and attacked Zhang Qinglan's heart, angrily: "Liar! What did you do to my elder brother?" ?!"

Looking at the crimson blade coming through the sky, Zhang Qinglan sighed helplessly in his heart.

He had already expected that he would act like this. With Ao Dingbo's impulsive personality, seeing that Ao Zhan was still awake, he might attack him after realizing that he had been deceived.

It's a pity that in order to get rid of the sequelae left by the spirit lock array on Ao Zhan, he has already expended too much effort. Now facing Ao Dingbo's full blow, he can't and doesn't have to dodge at all.

The wind of the knife rolled up whirlpools in the sea water, Ao Dingbo clenched the blade of the long knife tightly, gritted his teeth and slashed towards the young man not far in front of him.

At the moment when the tip of the blade was about to touch the opponent's heart, Ao Dingbo only felt a huge force suddenly coming from the blade, resisting the attack of Chi Yan's long knife.

When he came back to his senses, most of the crimson fireworks that ignited when he swung the blade had already been extinguished.

I saw Ao Zhan sitting up halfway, with a pale complexion, but he stretched out his right hand neatly, holding the back of the long knife with one hand.

This time with the spiritual body protection, Ao Zhan was unscathed.

The moment the two strong spiritual forces collided with each other, the air flow brought up directly overturned the blade of the sword, and it was thrown away from the hand——the tip of the sword stuck upside down on the coral reef, and it could not stop buzzing due to the slight tremor.

Ao Dingbo kept holding the sword, staring blankly at his eldest brother.

As soon as Ao Zhan woke up from the dream, he sat on the edge of the stone bed with a blank face, watching the person in front of him gradually overlap with the appearance in the dream, and the originally immature eyebrows and eyes opened, compared with the dream, it seemed to be a few years older.

Feeling the hot gaze falling on her body, Zhang Qinglan raised her head in a daze, and subconsciously smiled at him.

Ao Dingbo came back to his senses, only to realize that at some point in time, the young man who seemed to be about to disappear had returned to his previous appearance, with a ruddy complexion and a smile on his face. .

Zhang Qinglan involuntarily took two steps forward and stood in front of Ao Zhan.

Holding the two wrists that were marked by the shackles behind his back, the young man's long hair was in a mess, his clothes were dirty and messy in the prison, and the tip of his tongue subconsciously licked the corners of his dry lips. Zhang Qinglan looked at the other party's face. With a cold face, he opened his mouth and whispered:

"...Ao Zhan."

Ao Zhan remained silent, his eyes fixed on Zhang Qinglan, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger.

Countless images flashed through my mind at this moment - there was Zhang Qinglan with a decisive expression, cutting his wrist to feed himself with blood, and there were two people walking in the deep mountains holding hands under the scorching sun, and there was even a very similar face to Zhang Qinglan in the dream Sitting on a branch and looking down indifferently... At this time, they all rushed to the front of their eyes as if they had discussed it early.

Ao Dingbo couldn't detect the undercurrent between the two people on the opposite side, he first walked aside, pulled out the long sword inserted upside down into the coral, and used his spiritual power to retract it into his palm.

Then he quickly walked back to the stone bed, squeezed Zhang Qinglan away unceremoniously, intentionally or unintentionally separated him from his elder brother, rubbed his arm that was numb from the impact of spiritual power, and said with a grin : "Brother, are you awake?"

Only then did Ao Zhan come back to his senses, raised his eyes to look at Ao Dingbo, frowned and gave a "huh".

Out of the corner of his eye, Ao Dingbo glanced past Zhang Qinglan who was standing on the side, unwilling to move. Seeing that the aura on the elder brother's body resumed to flow, and he woke up from the coma, his mood was very complicated.

The words of thanks came to his lips, but he remembered what the other party did more than a hundred years ago, Ao Dingbo hesitated to speak.

"Tsk," after a while, Ao Dingbo finally faced Ao Zhan's suspicious gaze, gritted his teeth, took out a large number of South Sea pearls from his waist purse, and stuffed them into Zhang Qinglan's hands: "Here you are."

"I want to discuss important matters of the Dragon Clan with the Dragon King of the East China Sea." Ao Dingbo frowned trying to put on the dragon king's posture, pretending to be deep and said: "If you receive the reward, you will retreat."

But I never thought that Zhang Qinglan was not only unmoved, but holding the assortment of jewels and jades, she stood behind Ao Dingbo, and her gaze passed the person in front of her, and she fixed on Ao Zhan.

Although Ao Zhan had recovered half of his spiritual power at this time, because of the seriousness of the original injury, he could not heal for a while.Even if he just sat up with his robes on, it took most of his energy to support his back without bending.

Zhang Qinglan lowered her eyes, walked around Xiaolong three or two times, and walked in front of Ao Zhan.

As soon as he let go of his hand, the pearl and jade in his palm fell to the ground with a crackling sound, colliding with the ground made of black jade in the palace, making a loud clang.He stretched out his hand, wanting to hold Ao Zhan's ten fingers hanging down to his knees weakly: "I..."

However, under the gaze of the other party's complicated eyes, he stopped his movements.

Zhang Qinglan's eyes instantly showed a little helplessness, he pulled up the corners of his lips and smiled, twisted his sleeves with his fingertips to completely cover the scar on his wrist: "Ao Zhan, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he watched Ao Zhan frown and said, "You go out first, you don't have to wait all the time."

Seeing that strange look, Zhang Qinglan's movements froze, and she almost raised her eyes in a daze.

"Why?" Ao Zhan raised his hand, his expression was quite cold, but his tone was quite calm: "Do you want me to repeat it again?"

That posture was no different from the time when the two of them got along before leaving the Dragon King's Palace, as if nothing had happened during the period, indifferent and willful.

Zhang Qinglan was stunned, his whole body was as stiff as a stone... He didn't know what happened to Ao Zhan during the time when the two parted in Luliao Mountain, but he just stared at the man fixedly, unwilling to move half a step away.

Ao Zhan didn't give the young man the time to explain, he raised his hand and pressed the swollen eyebrows a few times, and there were bursts of buzzing in his ears.

Recalling the absurd dream, he originally wanted to ask Zhang Qinglan about the past, but the moment before he opened his mouth, he remembered that the other party kept secret about the past... In the end, he had to press it for the time being.

At this time, those complicated images reappeared in his mind repeatedly like entangled threads, making people dizzy, and he had no time to think about other things.

Ao Dingbo was stuck between the two, unable to advance or retreat, seeing his elder brother getting more and more irritable, he finally had to grit his teeth and call two attendants, and without waiting for Zhang Qinglan to explain, he ordered them to take him out first, and make arrangements later .

Zhang Qinglan had no choice but to turn around.When he left, his back looked rather thin and thin.

Ao Dingbo saw the young man's appearance in his eyes, but he didn't say much, but after the attendants led the people away, he set up multiple layers of barriers in the palace to block the exit.

"Brother," Ao Dingbo turned around, walked straight to Ao Zhan, and asked with concern, "How is your body recovering?"

Hearing the question, Ao Zhan raised his hand and rubbed his sore brows, and replied hastily: "It's nothing serious."

Ao Dingbo released his spiritual sense and circled around Ao Zhan for a few circles, only after confirming that the other party was fine did he let out a long sigh of relief.

He casually ordered a seat beside the stone bed, and Ao Dingbo sat down beside his elder brother, and handed him a cup of warm herbal tea that can soothe dark wounds.

After hesitating for a long time, he tentatively asked, "Brother, why did you suddenly come to the South China Sea this time?"

Ao Zhan raised his hand and drank the cup of clear tea. Hearing this, he glanced at Ao Dingbo, then took out an old roll of paper from an unknown corner, and said seriously, "Of course I came to your wedding banquet."

Ao Dingbo paused when he reached out to take the scroll, and his face darkened when he heard the words: "Brother, how many years ago did this happen?"

"Furthermore," the young Dragon King's face was full of grievances: "I... bah, this king has been annulled a long time ago, so how can there be Laoshizi's wedding banquet?"

Ao Zhan ignored it, and the old god blew on the ground the mist that did not exist on the mouth of the cup.

After thinking for a moment, seeing that the younger brother really couldn't stand being teased, Ao Zhan corrected his tone, picked out some key points of all the incidents that happened in Ye City, and explained them clearly and concisely.

"It's simply deceiving people too much!" Ao Dingbo was indignant, and red fireworks were ignited all over his body in the deep sea: "The human race is really sinister and despicable. It's not a good thing to do so."

Ao Dingbo jumped up against the case: "The big formation in the mountain must have been set up by some gray-robed envoy, tsk, there are many poisonous schemes, please enter the urn... You are so cunning."

"The formation in Luliao Mountain is too weird." Ao Zhan put the teacup aside casually, but he was calmer than Ao Dingbo: "Until we find out the truth, neither you nor I can rashly judge."

"There is one more thing that makes me very concerned."

As soon as the topic changed, Ao Zhan turned his head, staring at Ao Dingbo's eyes with endless coldness hidden in his blue vertical pupils, and said word by word: "I don't know what happened to those days when this king has no memory. What?"

"What do you mean by '300 years ago'? And what do you mean by 'disappeared'?"