East China Sea dust

Half an hour had passed by the time the young man returned to the Dragon King's Mansion, and the sky had gradually turned from a twilight to a white and bright patch.

Along the old road, Zhang Qinglan skillfully used the talisman to break a small piece of the restriction on the old side door, and only took back the remaining yellow talisman when it was enough for him to enter alone, rolled it up, and took it back again Front inner pocket.

Approaching the door, Zhang Qinglan took out a soft ball of fur from her bosom, put it in the center of her palm, stretched out her fingers and stroked a few fluffs on the back of the ball, poked the little thing out of a deep sleep, and then squatted down Lower//body, put the back of the hand flat on the ground, softly said: "Go."

Hearing the words, the fur ball bounced a little in the palm of the young man, blinking a pair of small amber eyes a few times, first reluctantly rubbing against Zhang Qinglan's fingertips, and then accumulating strength, "rubbing" toward Zhang Qinglan's fingertips. Put down outside the palace and rushed out.

It disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Qinglan stood up, patted the dust on the clothes a few times until she couldn't feel the aura belonging to the fur ball at all, then pushed open the wooden door and stepped into the palace.

Carefully erased the traces of the door lock being opened. The young man looked calm and kept moving his hands. It was obvious that he was quite used to sneaking out of the house. Showing signs of panic.

It wasn't until everything was restored that Zhang Qinglan put those fragments back into her pockets, adjusted the folds of her collar, and then turned around, wanting to go back to the inner courtyard.

It's just that the young man didn't expect that just as he turned around, the instep of his foot protruding forward accidentally kicked a round and hard object.

Zhang Qinglan froze for a moment.

He lowered his head, blinked his eyes lightly, and happened to meet a half-meter-long Yuanyu on the ground—Yuanyu, an alias for soft-shelled turtle, was also called water fish, soft-shelled turtle...and bastard by ordinary people.

"..." Zhang Qinglan looked at the monster for a moment, and Fang Chen said in a serious voice, "Butler Wang."

I saw that the soft-shelled turtle didn't appreciate it very much, and stared at Zhang Qinglan with two round eyes and didn't relax. Seeing that the young man stood still, he simply stretched his neck and bit the other's trouser leg, making a gesture to grab the other's trousers. People go to the palace.

Only then did Zhang Qinglan discover the strangeness in the palace.

There should be a lot of people's voices, but there is no one in the palace where there are servants and maids walking around.Instead, there was a faint fishy smell of water vapor that gradually permeated the air.

The young man looked around and took a closer look, only to realize that it was not that there was no one in the mansion, but that those fish, turtles, shrimps and crabs who had cultivated into adulthood had somehow changed back to their original shape, flopping on the ground, and burrowed toward the surrounding pools. They fled in all directions in the direction of the pond.

The familiar scene appeared in front of him again, Zhang Qinglan seemed to have remembered something, said badly, and looked up towards the direction of the sky——

Sure enough, in the next second, a huge dragon chant resounded through the sky, piercing the sky like a sharp arrow, and the sound waves were like drums and gongs. The ghost was so shocked that he couldn't move for a while.

Above the clouds, a giant green dragon was rolling and circling, its thick and powerful tail vigorously stirring up the milky white stratus clouds.The dragon's body was really huge, covering the clouds and the sun, leaving a huge shadow on the ground.

I saw a touch of verdant green appearing and disappearing in the high sky, but apart from the only long howl just now, there was not much movement.

As the giant dragon hovered, the damp smell of sea water in the air became more intense.In the twilight of the morning light, a thin halo of light-colored brilliance coated the sharp and shiny dragon scales. Just one piece, the luxury of the dragon scales is enough to surpass thousands of beautiful jades, golds, and emeralds in this world.

Compared with the dragon's body, Zhang Qinglan's mortal body standing on the ground is really too small.The young man held his head up, watching the green dragon soaring through the clouds, and an indistinguishable dark color flashed in his pupils.

But after a while, Zhang Qinglan finally looked away after feeling the pull at his feet, and lowered his head to look at the soft-shelled turtle on the ground, which was holding on to prevent him from fainting because of Longwei.

"Butler Wang." Zhang Qinglan looked calm: "I know, Ao Zhan has transformed into a dragon again."

Hearing this, the soft-shelled turtle stretched its neck, and a smear of anger suddenly appeared on its triangular face that should have been expressionless.

After a while, Zhang Qinglan said helplessly: "Okay, okay, I'm disrespectful, I should call him Lord Dragon King."

"..."

"Don't bite, your pants will be torn."

The gag Zhang Qinglan opened his mouth and came, chatting nonsense with the butler for a long time, and finally was dragged all the way to Ao Zhan's study door by the swift and swift Millennium Yuanyu, standing in the shadow under the real dragon.

Feeling the breath of the real dragon above her head getting closer, Zhang Qinglan stood tall and tall, standing beside the pool in front of the study, as the only mortal who would not be beaten back to his original shape because of the dragon's power, his back was extremely straight.

Seeing Zhang Qinglan standing like this, doing nothing, Steward Wang, who had worked so hard to bring him to the study, became even more anxious for a moment. His four short and fat claws were waving in the air, which looked a little funny.

The giant dragon was about to lose control, and the sharp front claws of the swinging dragon tail destroyed how many beautiful and exquisite houses in just a cup of tea.

Zhang Qinglan lowered her head, looked helplessly at Butler Wang, and finally took out her piccolo and blew lightly.

It was different from the silent flute that summoned the Tai Chi gossip mouse last time, this time the flute sound was crisp and melodious, reaching straight into the sky, and it was no less inferior to the previous dragon chant.

Not long after, the giant dragon moving wantonly in the sky disappeared, and most of the originally dense water vapor in the air disappeared immediately.

The sun clouds hanging high in the sky were not shielded by the agitation of the green dragon, and pieces of sunlight returned to the earth, and the cotton-like clouds also gathered again, floating in the sky in a light and light mass.

At the same time that the giant dragon disappeared into midair, a tall man with dragon horns flashed behind Zhang Qinglan.

I saw his shadow reflected on the surface of the pool at the side - although the man had a face exactly like Ao Zhan's, he was half a head taller than the human figure transformed by the Dragon King, with a pair of dragon horns growing on his forehead, There are still scales on the temples that have not faded, shimmering with fine blue light in the morning light.

The man was only wearing a large black shawl, which was full of patterns outlined with golden embroidery threads.The fingers and joints are covered with sharp scales, the muscles are exposed, smooth and fit, and the long ink-colored hair hangs down, and there is no wind.

Cuibi's pupils flickered with an unknown light, her eyes were eager, and her vertical pupils were staring at the human in front of her.

Not long after, a pair of big hands stretched out, reached the young man's waist, turned his head and buried it in the shoulder socket of the man in his arms, rubbed it a few times, and sniffed his breath.

Steward Wang couldn't bear the coercion of the real dragon, rolled his eyes early, passed out, and was kicked into the pool by Ao Zhan.

"..." I could clearly feel the aura of the person who appeared behind me, mixed with crocodile silk, which brought a chill when it came into contact with the skin, which made Zhang Qinglan's fingertips tremble slightly, and curled up subconsciously.

Obviously, Ao Zhan has lost his sanity, leaving only his instincts. He hugged Zhang Qinglan tightly and did not let go. He turned his head and rubbed his cheek against the young man's neck.

The sharp scales left shallow scratches on the overly fragile skin, and a few drops of blood condensed from the wound.

Smelling the smell of blood in the air, the Dragon King's eyes darkened, and then he stuck out his tongue and licked off the blood with the tip of his tongue.

The cold and sticky touch passed over the vital throat, and the young man stiffened for a moment, then he clenched his fists and let go, staring at his trousers that had been bitten by Wang Steward, he lowered his eyes and said: "... Ao Zhan."

The man behind listened, and let out an indistinct "um" in his throat, his voice was low and hoarse, and his response was slow.

Zhang Qinglan sighed softly as she recalled the half-full moon hanging high in the night sky last night.

Now it's just dawn, and Ao Zhan can no longer maintain his human body, and has turned into this half-human, half-dragon appearance... It seems that the influence of the full moon on him has come earlier.

Ao Zhan was dissatisfied with the distraction of the man in his arms, and frowned.At this time, he was almost acting on instinct, and the degree of wanton behavior was even worse than when he was a human being.

Of course, the Dragon King, who felt he had been treated coldly, would not let the young man go so easily.

I saw that the Dragon King, who was half a head taller than the young man, easily grabbed the hands of the man in his arms, and locked him firmly in his arms.

The chest and the back were tightly pressed together, the young man's body was soft and warm, but the dragon was cold-blooded, so he was naturally overjoyed, thinking about wanting more.

When the man breathed, the cold breath sprayed on Zhang Qinglan's ear, opened his mouth, and gently bit the other's soft earlobe.

The tip of the tongue outlined the shape of the ear, and the sound of sticky water made Zhang Qinglan's waist soften almost instantly, and a faint blush appeared on a white jade-like face.

Even when he lost his mind, he still remembered the sensitive parts so clearly... What a beast.

"Ao Zhan." Zhang Qinglan's hands and feet went weak for a while, and she collapsed into the man's arms in one fell swoop, unable to beg for mercy, so she had to call his name over and over again: "...Ao Zhan."

The Dragon King at this time is just an unenlightened beast, how could he understand what Zhang Qinglan was talking about.

Seeing the young man's words and deeds showing resistance, the Dragon King immediately half-closed his eyes, his expression displeased.

Before Zhang Qinglan could say anything else, the man with the dragon horns hugged the young man's waist, the Dragon King's thought moved, and the next breath, both of them disappeared from the spot, leaving only a moment in place. Wisps of smoke.

The palace returned to a complete silence, only fragments of walls and ghosts were left in a coma.