fishing dragon

Yu Changle didn't move.A halo of fuzzy white light lit up on the right, illuminating the darkness.

Sitting behind the iron railing was a man in gray and white clothes.He has long silver hair, without accessories, and the hair is slightly dry, hanging on both sides of his pale cheeks.Yu Changle could only see the left side of the man's profile, which was as handsome as a jade carving, his lips were dull, and even his eyelashes were silver.

He was holding a flower in his hand. This flower was transformed by spiritual power, exuding a glistening white light, and it was this light that illuminated the darkness.The flowers are very strange, with snow-white overlapping petals, but the flower core is red like blood, and the flower branches are pitch black and covered with thorns.

——Obviously, this is the engraved tattoo, which is what the man called "Lonely Wandering".

Yu Changle said vigilantly, "I don't know who you are?"

"...He is the Third Prince of Beihai, who was once called Lord Huanfang Junhuan." It was another familiar hoarse youth voice.

When Yu Changle heard this voice, he didn't even care about the content of the words, and immediately turned around and said, "Ao Yan?"

In a corner of the cell, a handsome young man in blue leaned against the wall with half-closed eyes, his shoulders were stained with blood, and he looked pale in the dim light.Yu Changle quickly walked over and half knelt down, his nose sore: "You...!"

"Me, me, I'm not dead yet." Ao Yan opened his eyes, and waved his hands as if he wanted to be careless, but the wound was involved, the muscles on his face twitched, and he let out a soft "hiss".

"It's all right?" Yu Changle looked down at the wound, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became.Ao Yan's left arm could hardly move, and it was bloody.

However, the most serious is not this.

He didn't feel Ao Yan's breath just now.

In the same cell, Yu Changle actually ignored Ao Yan just now, even if his vision was dark, it shouldn't be so.The monster was so badly injured, even the Sky Spirit Monster couldn't hide the monster energy in his blood, and there was no need to cover it up now.But he didn't perceive Ao Yan's dragon demon breath!

In fear, countless guesses flashed through Yu Changle's mind, and the man in the cell on the right called "Lord Huan" said: "This little gentleman has been poisoned with soft breath, and his demon power has been suppressed. It's nothing serious. You can rest assured for now."

Soft poison?

Yu Changle had never heard of any kind of poison that could suppress demon power!

"It's the poison developed by Mr. Jinguan." The man seemed to be able to guess what he was thinking, turned his head, and smiled slightly at Yu Changle, "—here."

He tapped his right cheek with his fingers.

On the right half of the face, white bony spurs appeared on the cheekbones, and the corners of the mouth were twisted upwards. The interlaced sharp canine teeth almost occupied half of the face. There were silver-gray scales at the end of the eyes, and a twisted scorpion tail at the corner of the forehead .

The half face is handsome like a Jade Buddha, and the half face is ferocious like a ghost.

Yu Changle realized that this was the bone dragon he saw before he fell into a coma.

Just now Ao Yan said that he is... the third prince of Beihai Dragon Palace?

"Lord Huan, I didn't expect to see you here." Ao Yan raised his eyes and said with sarcasm.

"I'm no longer Lord Huan, nor is my surname Ao. It's convenient to call me Huan." Huan Fangjun still smiled slightly as if he didn't understand his sarcasm, "Look at the color of your scales...Xiao Jun Is it a dragon from the East China Sea? At this age, it must be Ao Zhan's child. What's your name, Jun?"

Ao Yan said coldly: "You don't deserve to be called Ao Zhan, nor do you deserve to know my number."

Huan Fangjun was silent for a while, and his tone was self-deprecating: "That's true."

To Yu Changle, this Huan Fangjun is a bit like Ao Yan's older brother, Ao Chen.It doesn't refer to his character and temperament, but like Ao Chen, his every word and action is full of etiquette, and he is more gentle and polite than Ao Chen.Even to Jin Guan, he always called him "Mr. Jin Guan".

If it weren't for this situation, this Dragon Lord could be called a "duanfang gentleman".

The two sides fell silent, and Yu Changle's senses in his limbs gradually recovered, but he didn't feel his own spiritual power.This time, the spiritual power really stagnated and disappeared. Yu Changle lowered his head and saw an iron shackle on his ankle.

The shackles were black, with many runes engraved on the surface, and he recognized that there were many sorcery that restrained spiritual power.

"Can you tell us where this is?" Yu Changle asked.

Huanfang Jundao: "This is the innermost prison cell of Peach Blossom Grotto. All people and demons who have violated taboos, as well as unsuccessful and half-finished reformed people, are imprisoned here."

"...There are many reformed people here?" Yu Changle frowned, and read the blood hidden in this sentence.

Huan Fangjun smiled: "Peach Blossom Grotto was born for this. All the utensils... and creatures produced here are marked with solitary wandering. This is a lifelong imprint that cannot be erased."

There is also a solitary flower hovering on his forehead.

Yu Changle thought of Yu Snake and Fu Zhu.He looked at the layout of the entire cell. The room he and Ao Yan were staying in seemed to be the innermost one, with a wall on the left and a stone wall on the back, with small windows on it, and an iron fence for restraint. It was shot obliquely from there.

On the right side is Lord Huanfang's cell. There are two prison doors in front, one with a fence inside and one with a stone door outside, which is closed at the moment.

The sound also seemed to be blocked by a spell.Except for Mr. Huanfang on the right, Yu Changle couldn't hear any other sounds from the prison.

"Traitor." Ao Yan spat out two words, staring at Huan Fangjun, with a mocking smile on his lips, "You betrayed Beihai back then, and you came to serve such villains? One mouthful of peach blossom cave, Mr. Jinguan , the barking is very affectionate, the dragon clan is not suitable, do you have to be a dog?"

These words were extremely pungent, and they were expressing anger, because Mr. Huanfang obviously couldn't help himself.But he didn't refute, but said after a moment of silence: "How is brother now?"

"Don't worry, the Dragon King of Beihai is very good, he doesn't know that his own brother is working as a running dog." Ao Yan said word by word, "If I were you, I would have killed myself already."

A few words were full of contradictions, and the atmosphere became tense again.

Ao Yan leaned back against the wall and explained the origin to Yu Changle in a low voice: "Pure blood dragons from all over the world will be recorded on their respective genealogy, and birth and death are clearly recorded. Unless the dragon who is expelled from the family and removed from the genealogy will Cut off all ties with the family.

"According to the time, there is only one dragon like this in the East China Sea in the past hundred years. He was expelled from the East China Sea before I was born. He is the younger brother of the current Dragon King of the North Sea with the same father and mother, the Third Prince Ao Huan. Mr. Wei Huan Fang and his elder brother did not agree with each other and fought for the succession, but lost and were expelled from Beihai."

The successors of the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas are usually determined when the sons are born, in order to avoid disputes.It is rare to compete for the position of Dragon King, not to mention the tragic end of the game, the loser will be directly removed from the genealogy.

Huan Fangjun smiled lightly, and said: "It's all in the past."

The arrogance of the Dragon Clan is engraved in their bones, and they will leave the field sadly as a loser, so naturally they will not publicize it.Ao Yan was a generation behind Huanfang Jun, and in his memory he had never heard any news about the Third Prince of Beihai.

When they met suddenly, a pure-blooded dragon was transformed into a monster that was neither human nor ghost, and stood opposite them.

Huan Fangjun looked at Gu Yaoyao in his hand, and turned it gently.In all honesty, Yu Changle thinks this is a very beautiful flower, but it's kind of strange.The black branches rubbed between the bony white fingers, and they were full of charm.

Ao Yan closed his eyes again, and Yu Changle could feel that his breath was a little messy.He himself was not much better, so he could only tear off the cloth and bandage up Ao Yan's wound.

"My name is Ao Yan, and my name is Zeliu." Ao Yan said, "Sorry."

He said it to Mr. Huanfang, and he didn't say "sorry" - it was because he was angry that he uttered bad words.Huan Fangjun smiled and said: "You are a good boy. Unfortunately, I was already here when you were born."

In the last sentence, Huan Fangjun said very lightly: "Ao Zhan and I were still on good terms back then. When the junior who was originally in the East China Sea was born, I had to go to congratulate him no matter what."

"There's nothing to congratulate." Ao Yan said, "Ao Zhan didn't think my birth was a happy event."

Huanfang Jundao: "His temper is more cold than when he was young..."

"Qiang..."

Outside the prison door, there was a thin and distant sound of iron and stone, as if someone had opened the prison door, Huan Fangjun fell silent.Yu Changle immediately became fully alert, but his Chuhuang sword and Ao Yan's Wuyang sword were taken away, and there was nothing in the cell to defend himself.

Yu Changle's perception of time is not bad. Judging from his own hunger, it should be the morning of the next day after coma.

There was another sound of iron and stone clashing, this time closer.Huan Fangjun said in a low voice: "It's started." With a little force on his hand, the virtual image of the spiritual power of the solitary wandering flower shattered into star spots and dissipated in the air.The cell was plunged into darkness again.

start, what start?

Yu Changle stared at the prison door, and there was a clear sound of locking the door, and then the stone door was separated bit by bit.Seeing the light suddenly, Yu Changle was still a little uncomfortable.Two figures stood outside the door.

After seeing it clearly, he relaxed slightly.It wasn't Jinguan who came, but Yin Ziwen. He was wearing a water-blue robe, with a narrow pearl band on his forehead. He was very ornately decorated, but his face was lifeless.

Standing in front of Yin Ziwen was a shorter young man, who seemed to be a guide or guard servant, holding a tray in his hand.He was very thin, with his Adam's apple protruding from his neck, his face was handsome, and he was dressed in crimson.

Yin Ziwen lowered his eyes, and stroked the door rail a few times, as if he was explaining some spell.When he raised his hand, the wide sleeves slipped down, and there were several whip marks on the exposed elbow.Realizing this, he pursed his lower lip and retracted his hands into his sleeves.The gate was opened.

"Ashu." Huan Fangjun called out with a smile.

The young man was taken aback for a moment, he couldn't tell if it was anger or something, he sullenly put the tray with food in front of Yu Changle.

"Eat." Yin Ziwen said indifferently, "There's nothing to eat later. It's not poisonous."

Ao Yan remained motionless. "...Thank you." Yu Changle said, stepping forward to pick up the tray.When he walked in front of Yin Ziwen, he saw the scene outside the prison door.

This is a tall tower shape, the top of the tower is a square opening, flashing the ripples of the formation.Bright sunlight poured down from the square opening.

And on the inner wall of the tower, there were countless cells like a hive. The one Yu Changle was in was in the middle, and the cold wind blew across his cheeks.The spiral staircase and narrow path spiral upwards, which is where Yin Ziwen and Ah Shu came up.

Behind the dense iron fence, other prisoners could be seen faintly.

At the bottom of the tower is a square platform, facing the top Tiankou.On the square battle platform was engraved a huge solitary thorn flower pattern, on which there was a splash of rose-colored blood, and small fragments of flesh and blood, as if they were left not long ago.

The viscous blood flows into the gaps of the flowers, which is extremely magnificent and shocking,

With two "creaks" in succession, the doors of the two cells at the bottom were opened, and the two monsters walked slowly towards the two sides of the battle platform.