hold on to that dragon

This dragon is several circles older than Fengwangbei's father, and looks very imposing, but not very good-looking, or not in line with conventional aesthetics.

What is conventional aesthetics?The original shape of Fengwangbei is.

It is a fur ball, and people will find it cute when they look at it, and want to touch it; this big dragon, people will only feel weak when they look at it, and want to kneel down and beg for mercy.

After a while, Feng Wangbei accepted the reality, moved to the side of the black dragon, stretched out his hand, avoiding the black jade-like slender horns, and hugged the dragon's head, alas, this dragon's head was so big that no one could hold it.He touched the mane on Heilong's head. These hairs looked flowing, but they were actually quite hard, far less easy to touch than Jiang Rang's.

Feng Wangbei sat holding the dragon's head for a while, looked at the red mist around him, and then looked at the black mask in his hand, since taking off the mask did not produce a miracle, then he had to think of another way.

He put the mask back on the dragon's face, and the black dragon turned back into a human form. Feng Wangbei touched Jiang Rang's face and adjusted the mask for him: "So I can't see your mermaid form anymore?"

Feng Wangbei looked at Jiang Rang, and then began to take out his sleeve. There seemed to be a hidden pocket inside, and Jiang Rang could always take out treasures from it.After groping for a while, Feng Wangbei really found a pocket, and he started to take things out.

If Jiang Rang was awake, his face would turn pale with fright. He knew that he could get something from Feng Wangbei, but he didn't know that it could be the other way around.

He was able to get something from Fengwangbei's earring because that arrow soaked his heart and blood.Feng Wangbei was able to take things from his spiritual weapon vestment, but why?

Feng Wangbei first took out the black umbrella from Jiang Rang's sleeve pocket, which should be Jiang Rang's most powerful treasure.

The umbrella is very heavy, the white ribs are cold to the touch, and the black umbrella surface is delicate and smooth. When Feng Wangbei touched it, it didn't feel like fabric, but like leather.

Feng Wangbei opened the umbrella, and there was no black mist overflowing under the umbrella. Well, he is not the Lord of the Nether, and he cannot use the power of the Nether.

He put away the umbrella, using it as a sword and a spear, and used it to poke the ground as hard as ice. The ground seemed to shake, but there was no more movement. Well, although this umbrella is a treasure, he can't use it.

Find something else.

The white horn, this is what Jiang Rang used to communicate with his subordinates. Fengwangbei blew it, but it didn't sound. Maybe he didn't use it correctly, or it couldn't be used after leaving Netherworld.

He found knives, swords and other sharp weapons, Feng Wangbei took them and hacked at the red mist for a while, but it didn't seem to work.

The Thunder God Bone, Jiang Rang "snatched" it from Lirong. It seemed very powerful. Feng Wangbei decided to try it out. He raised the Thunder God Bone and used his spiritual power, and a thunderbolt struck him down. It became an exploding head... Probably because he lacked spiritual power to use such a powerful spiritual weapon.

By the lake outside the red mist, the gathered Xishan sharks quietly surrounded the lake. There was a line of blood on their wrists, and the blood dripped down to the ground along their fingers, and flowed into the lake as if gravitationally attracted. The red mist on the lake was getting thicker and thicker, and it was still rolling violently, like boiling blood, like a stalemate battlefield.

Jiang Rang didn't know what happened inside and outside the red mist. Although he was in the red mist, his soul was elsewhere.

He was killing enemies in a battlefield-like place, with corpses piled higher and higher under his feet, surrounded by a steady stream of enemies, and the spiritual power in his body was getting less and less.

Feng Wangbei, who had been tossing around all this time, suddenly saw a red mark appear on Jiang Rang's face. He reached out to wipe it, and found that it was a small wound. The psychic liquid was poured out and fed into Ginger Rang's mouth. The wound did not disappear, but added another one, and the dark red blood oozed from the pale skin.

Feng Wangbei was very panicked, grabbed Jiang Rang's upper body, and shook him crazily: "Jiang Rang Jiang Rang, wake up!"

Jiang Rang didn't wake up.

Feng Wangbei was helpless, Jiang Rang said that he could save people, but he didn't know what to do. In desperation, tears fell from his eyes...

On the teahouse in Yaozhou, a young man went upstairs, sat down opposite Wu Yin, and said with a smile, "Master, are you waiting for the ghost king to come back? He won't be back."

Wu Yin looked up at the person who came by: "Xiao Zhu, what did you do?"

"It's just following the destiny." The young man sighed, "Master, don't call me by my baby name."

"Wu Xiaozhu, I am your master."

The young man said helplessly: "All right, please call. Half a month ago, I did a divination, and the inscription I got was: the old guest visited the mountain, the black dragon lost its soul, the white bird wept, and the shark king won the sky."

Wu Yin got up, walked to the porch facing the street, and looked in the direction of Xishan.

Xiaozhu followed, looking at the passers-by downstairs, he said: "Yaozhou is a good place, here is the best divination tortoise shell."

Wu Yin withdrew her gaze from afar, and looked at Xiao Zhu: "What do you think 'the white bird weeps, the king of sharks wins the sky' means?"

The meaning of "an old guest visits the mountain, the black dragon loses its soul" is relatively clear. It should mean that Jiang Rang returned to Xishan and lost his soul for some reason.

This "reason" should have been designed by Xiaozhu in advance.

Xiaozhu said: "Of course it is: the black dragon's soul flies away, the white bird weeps in sorrow, and the shark king is like God's help."

Wu Yin paced back and forth, "How do you know that the 'Shark King' refers to the South Sea Shark King?"

"Of course it's because there is only one Shark King in the spirit world."

Wu Yin walked back into the room, and took out a piece of white bone from his sleeve, but then he put it away again: "Forget it, the destiny is wonderful, so what if you can get a glimpse of it."

Xiaozhu said: "Master, you told me that what we witches do is against the sky."

Thinking of the past, a little smile appeared on Wu Yin's tattooed old face, but it was fleeting.

He said: "At that time, I was not a wandering soul, and I didn't understand enough about the world."

Xiao Zhu frowned, and said: "Then I will do the divination again, Master, you can listen to it together."

Wu Yin sighed helplessly, but did not refuse.

Xiao Zhu took out the lamp stove and bone fragments, concentrated for a moment, then put the bone fragments on the fire to roast, the bones made a crackling sound, Wu Yin listened solemnly, as if he was listening to the words of God.

After a while, the bone cracking sound disappeared.

Xiaozhu asked: "Master, what's the matter? Did I hear correctly?"

Wu Yin lowered his eyes and said: "What I heard is: the white bird returns the pearl, and the shark king returns to his throne."

Xiaozhu's face changed drastically, "returning" is definitely not the guide sea shark king, he is already the king, why should he return.There was only one person who almost became the Shark King, but failed to become the Shark King, and that was Jiang Ziye.

"Jiang Ziye is dead, why can he 'return'?"

"Return, return by the expectations of the people, return by the destiny." Wu Yin sighed, "This is the destiny. Every time you do one more thing, you are passing him a stepping stone."

Xiaozhu frowned, then shook his head: "No, I was not able to calculate accurately. If Master did the calculation, you will definitely not make a mistake."

Wu Yin smiled wryly: "I'm not sure either. I don't know what the meaning of 'white bird returns pearl' means. Return pearl for pearl, return the king's pearl... I don't understand."

Feng Wangbei's tears fell on the sleeping Jiang Rang.

A shining pearl smashed into another space. Jiang Rang, who was fighting hard, was squinted by the strong light. His enemies were very afraid of the light and retreated one after another.When the pearl fell, Jiang Rang reached out to catch it. It was a fist-sized pearl, as bright as a light bulb in the human world.

Under the illumination of the pearl, a formation appeared on the ground. This is an ancient formation. Jiang Rang happened to have learned some knowledge about witch formations recently, so he could see a general idea. Although he could not break the formation with skills, he could use violence. .In the face of powerful forces, the flawed witch array was vulnerable.

The hard surface of the lake suddenly shattered, and Feng Wangbei and Jiang Rang fell into the bloody lake.Jiang Rang embraced Feng Wangbei, took him into the bottom of the lake, and went down the Xijiang River, leaving the territory of the Xishui Shark Clan.

The red fog dissipated, the lake became clear again, and no one was in the lake.

The sharks looked at each other.

"What kind of light is that?" someone said, pointing to the center of the lake in the distance.

There was a golden light at the bottom of the lake, and the sharks all stared at the golden light.

Jiang Fengqing waved his hand, and the two sharks dived to the bottom of the lake, holding up a shining pearl the size of a fist.

"Shark beads!"

The shark bead is the token of the shark king.

Jiang Fengqing burst into tears and knelt down facing the lake: "My king is back, God bless my king!"

The mermen by the lake knelt down one after another like waves in the ocean: "God bless my king! God bless my king!"

The sound was loud.

After kneeling for a while, Jiang Rang came out.

Jiang Fengqing stood up and asked everyone to get up too. He said, "Wang has been away for many years, and today he suddenly saw us again. It is only natural that he avoids us in shock. Since he has returned, we are not in a hurry to see each other."

"Yes yes yes, don't be in a hurry." Everyone was smiling, and some were wiping tears while laughing.

Not long after, in Yaozhou Tea House, Wu Xiaozhu's sleeves shimmered. He first put on a mask for himself, and then took out a luminous bone mirror from his sleeve. Facing the bone mirror, he said, "Patriarch Jiang .”

"Don't call me patriarch from now on, our king is back." Jiang Fengqing in the bone mirror smiled, "Mr. is really a fortune teller. Thank you for your help. Our Xishan clan will always remember the great kindness of Mr...."

Xiaozhu listened silently, and finally said politely: "It's not my credit, it's destiny..."

After chatting with Jiang Fengqing, Xiaozhu smashed the bone mirror to pieces.

Wu Yin said: "You go quickly."

Xiao Zhu nodded and left in a hurry.

They thought that Jiang Rang was still in Xishui, and as long as Jiang Rang asked Jiang Fengqing what happened, he would know that someone was trying to kill him.The ghost king must avenge his revenge, and he will definitely come after him when the time comes.

They were wrong. Jiang Rang was swimming in the evening water at the moment, and his spiritual power was exhausted, making him as weak as an ordinary person.

Feng Wangbei dragged Jiang Rang to the shore, hugged his upper body, let him lean on his body, and asked eagerly, "Are you okay? What should I do?"

Jiang Rang smiled: "Don't panic. I'm fine, but my spiritual power is overdrawn. I'll be fine after a few days of rest."

"Oh. Now, what should we do?"

Jiang Rang looked around and said, "Let's take a rest here first."

"Oh. Then you should rest quickly."

Jiang Rang took a look at his posture with Feng Wangbei, did Feng Wangbei plan to just keep hugging him like this?He tried to get up, but Feng Wangbei immediately hugged him tighter.Forget it, he didn't move anymore.

"I may change into my original form in a while, you..."

Feng Wangbei immediately said: "It's okay, you change, I'm not afraid!"

"..." Jiang Rang was not as confident as Feng Wangbei.But there is no other way now, his spiritual power is seriously overdrawn, and he may not be able to control his form.

Jiang Rang closed his eyes.