East China Sea dust

"Third young master," Ao Zhan pressed his sharp claws on the young man's chest with a slight force, his tone could not distinguish between joy and anger: "Should I call you His Royal Highness?"

Zhang Qinglan was forced to lie on the giant clam under heavy pressure, her eyes widened in disbelief.

Ao Zhan leaned down and lightly licked the side of the young man's neck, nibbling the white skin of the other's neck with the tip of his teeth, carefully feeling Zhang Qinglan's gradually stiff body and the beating heartbeat.

"Why don't you speak?" Dragon King asked in a deep voice.Although his face was expressionless, the dragon claws gradually tightened as time passed, leaving several obvious scratches on Zhang Qinglan's shoulders.

The sound of the cloth being torn rang in his ears, matched with the young man's sudden pale face, it made Ao Zhan feel upset for a while.

Zhang Qinglan was lying flat, her hands resting on the man's back before she had time to let go. Now her heart was firmly pressed by the dragon's claws, and finally she had to quietly let go, and clenched fists at her sides.

It has been three full days since Ao Zhan was hit by the blue light hidden in the amulet in the Sutra Pavilion that day.

Ao Zhan has been unconscious for three days, and Ao Dingbo has no physical skills. In the end, he had to bite the bullet and let his confidant Haizu escort his elder brother back to the South China Sea first, and stay in Jinglian Temple to investigate other clues.

"..." In the past few days, he has had countless eyeliner guards both openly and secretly, and finally managed to stay by Ao Zhan's side to take care of him.

Through a layer of clothing, Zhang Qinglan felt the coolness coming from the giant clam underneath, and she was so upset that she didn't know how to answer Ao Zhan's question.

In the past few days, he has been guarding Ao Zhan's side day and night, and every time the other party's spiritual energy is disordered and rioting in his deep sleep, he has to use his original spiritual power to sort out and comfort him.

After several repetitions, Zhang Qinglan was already exhausted.

Before he had rested for a few hours today, he was countered by Ao Zhan who woke up from his sleepy dream.Now encountering such a scene, Zhang Qinglan only felt that her head was blank.

The young man's voice was hoarse and tired: "...you know everything?"

Seeing that he was finally willing to speak, Ao Zhan temporarily suppressed the impatience in his heart, leaned closer and asked, "Know what?"

Countless fragments of memories often surfaced in my mind with dull pain after waking up. The blue dragon's dragon tail anxiously slapped on the giant clam, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone:

"Do you know that this king proclaimed himself spiritual power and practiced in the world but was killed by mortals, or was he killed by you in the East China Sea in the end, with no bones left?"

The seemingly endless and drowsy dream came to an abrupt end on the day when many tribes were unified by the emperor who appeared out of nowhere.

A hundred years later, Ao Zhan finally recalled how he used his status as the imperial guard to wash off the tattoo on his cheeks, and how he listened to slanderous rumors and was obsessed with ghosts. He even turned against his comrades and turned swords against each other.

Countless fragments flashed back and forth in the mind, although it is still not complete, but it is enough to connect the whole story.

Ao Zhan died in depression, and now he is waking up from his dream, and the familiar face of the young man in front of him gradually overlaps with the "Three Young Masters" of that year:

"...The cunning rabbit is dead, the lackey is cooking."

The man let out a low snort, and stretched out his hand to pin the other side's hair that was scattered on the sideburns due to chaotic movements behind his ear: "Such a simple truth, I must have understood it earlier and more than this king."

The feeling that the nose and throat are completely filled with salty sea water is naturally not good, and the sound of lightning and thunder crackling above the dark sky on the day of the sacrifice seems to be still in the ears.

"It seems that Ao Dingbo is right." Seeing that Zhang Qinglan did not intend to refute at all, Ao Zhan's face was clouded, and he deliberately lowered his voice: "The candidate for the living sacrifice is indeed appointed by His Royal Highness, and no one is around."

"No..." The blood on the young man's cheeks faded, his hands clutching the corners of his clothes.The eyelashes fluttered slightly, half drooping down to cover up the various complex emotions churning in the eyes.

After a long silence, Zhang Qinglan finally couldn't help but say, "Ao Zhan, listen to my explanation."

As soon as the words fell, a white light flashed on the young man's heart——Ao Zhan changed the dragon claw back to the normal five-finger shape, held the opponent's forearm with his backhand, and pulled Zhang Qinglan up from the giant clam.

The two sat opposite each other.

Ao Zhan didn't say a word, he just looked at the pale young man in front of him with anxious expression.

"I didn't mean it at that time..." Zhang Qinglan subconsciously wanted to tell the whole story of what happened at that time, but before he finished the whole sentence, his voice suddenly froze.

Looking at Ao Zhan's overly calm eyes, the young man seemed to be keenly aware of something, and immediately swallowed the second half of the words he wanted to defend, hesitating to speak several times.His eyes dimmed, and his eyes fell on the seemingly overlapping hands of the two, and he bit the bullet and gritted his teeth without saying a word.

Ao Zhan was calm and relaxed, taking a panoramic view of the opponent's reaction.

Only now did Zhang Qinglan truly confirm that the blue light locked in the amulet was indeed part of Ao Zhan's memories sealed up by Heavenly Dao for a hundred years... Although it was not complete, it was enough for the other party to know about the whole thing.

But if Ao Zhan really recovered all his memories one day, he would never be able to sit in front of him calmly like now, and even leave room for others to explain.

... Ao Zhan is deceiving him.

"Is this your explanation?" Seeing that Zhang Qinglan chose to remain silent in the end, Ao Zhan felt irritable, and then raised his hand and pulled his messy skirt: "Zhang Qinglan, what exactly do you want to do?"

The young man sat in front of Ao Zhan, and couldn't help trembling when he heard this.

"You appeared at the gate of the palace three years ago because of a premeditated plan," Ao Zhan said mercilessly, and the anger that came from nowhere took the upper hand for a while: "Now that the king's memory has recovered most of it, you are really serious." Do you think you can lie to the sky and cross the sea for the rest of your life?"

Zhang Qinglan's eyes darkened when she heard the cold tone, and she silently clenched the corner of her clothes.

Seeing the other party's reckless appearance, Ao Zhan was so angry that he couldn't help but leaned forward and grabbed the young man's collar: "What is your purpose?"

"If you feel guilty about the living sacrifice, you don't have to put on an air of hypocrisy anymore." Ao Zhan put one hand on Zhang Qinglan's side, resisting the sudden pain in his head, and said in a hoarse voice as if revenge: " After all, I kept you by my side all these years, but just as a plaything to pass the time..."

Before finishing a sentence, the ending sound suddenly dissipated and was submerged in the sea water.

Consciousness went blank for a moment due to the sudden severe pain, Ao Zhan's eyes were blank, his whole body lost strength for a moment, his upper body fell straight forward, his whole body was as stiff as a stone sculpture.

Zhang Qinglan subconsciously stretched out her hand and embraced Canglong, who was almost unconscious, into her arms. Only then did she realize that the scales on Ao Zhan's temples were spreading on his cheeks at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Under the illumination of the night pearl, the fine broken Linlin glowed a little blue, Zhang Qinglan's fingertips trembled slightly, and she raised her hand to brush the cold scales.Immediately, he pulled away the sleeves of the black singlet on the opponent's body, only then did he realize that the features of a real dragon appeared more or less on the man's arms.

The hard dragon scales that grew out of the joints seemed uncontrollable. They repeated the process of reappearing and then disappearing several times, and in the end, strands of blood oozed from the gaps between the scales, which was very dazzling.

The young man looked anxious, and lightly placed the back of his hand on Ao Zhan's forehead.Only then did he realize that the other person's whole body was cold, except for the temperature on his forehead that was terribly hot.

"Ao Zhan...what's the matter with you?" He called out the man's name a few times, Zhang Qinglan patted him on the back a few times, trying to wake up Canglong who suddenly fell into a high fever: "Wake up."

However, everything seemed to be in vain, and the dark blue dragon scales actually had a layer of faint blue fluorescence with the gradually rising body temperature.

Glancing at Ao Zhan's right arm under his sleeve from the corner of the eye, Zhang Qinglan's pupils constricted.Pulling up the opponent's wrist suddenly, staring at the blood-red silk thread gradually extending from the center of the wrist stripes and covering the entire forearm, his complexion instantly turned pale.

Almost without thinking, the young man immediately supported Ao Zhan to lie flat on the giant clam, ignoring the small blood stains on his body, and opened the other side's skirt.

The chest is also covered with a large piece of hard dragon scales, and now Ao Zhan seems to be in an extremely unstable state, with the water flowing around his body washing the blood between the scales.

Mo Qinglong's scales appear and disappear from time to time, and the spiritual power in Ao Zhan's body is rioting, which is actually more violent than the previous coma during the coma.

Zhang Qinglan knelt beside Ao Zhan, bit her lower lip subconsciously, and used the tingling pain from the wound to keep her mind awake.

Extract the original spiritual power from the sea of ​​qi one by one, and luck it to the center of the palms of both hands. The young man's sideburn hair is soaked in beads of sweat, and a cloud of light blue mist immediately lingers around his fingertips.

Different from comforting Qinglong who was in a coma before, Zhang Qinglan directly put his hands on the man's heart this time, pouring soft spiritual power into it continuously.

The young man's forehead was already covered with a thin layer of sweat. Seeing that the red line that had spread to the crook of his arm was forced back to the horizontal stripes of his wrist by spiritual power little by little, he withdrew his spiritual power and breathed a sigh of relief.

As a result, Ao Zhan's half-dragon, half-human form stabilized, and the scales on his body stopped appearing and disappearing again and again.

Looking at the red dot left on the opponent's wrist, Zhang Qinglan's expression was complicated... At this time, there was an empty space in the side hall, so no one noticed the familiar look in his eyes.

After closing Ao Zhan's lapels again, and then using the brocade handkerchief to wipe off the scattered bloodstains left on the opponent's body, Zhang Qinglan sighed softly, grabbed the brocade handkerchief and climbed down the clam, ready to inform the Dragon King of the South China Sea.

When the time comes, it will be better for him to have an attendant maid to serve and take care of him than to be alone by Ao Zhan's side.

Just when Zhang Qinglan was about to turn around and leave, a force suddenly came from behind, pulling him back to the giant clam——Ao Zhan's face was covered with frost, he had woken up at some point, and was holding the young man's right hand tightly. put.

Zhang Qinglan was totally unprepared for him, so she was caught off guard, and fell back into the man's arms after staggering a few steps.

Ao Zhan looked at the disbelief on the opponent's face, and was speechless for a while, but he tightened his five fingers on the opponent's wrist so that Zhang Qinglan could not break free easily.

The familiar feeling of being enveloped and infiltrated by the aura emerged again. Ao Zhan met Zhang Qinglan's eyes, frowned, and said firmly after a while:

"...So it was you that day."