I, Dayan of the senior department, never dies

"Yes. Because of the fire disaster."

Miao Bi pushed another cup of tea to Bai Tian and rubbed his head.

"It's more that I need to record this matter. This is a duty, isn't it."

Miaobi took out a notebook and put it on the table.

"This is my record of the three disasters in Yongning and Antai these days."

"..."

During the day, I took the book and opened it quickly.

"More than [-] prefectures in Guangde and Antai suffered from drought, and thousands of people died from famine, disease, and epidemics..."

"Fortune's city is empty, bones cover the fields, one gold is easy to eat and one dendrobium..."

"Jingmao locusts fly to cover the sky, and the number of refugees is 10...the bones are exposed..."

"There is a severe drought in western Henan, the river is dead... the Wei is dry... the scales can be seen..."

"Southern Hebei is plagued by fire, and there is no rain for half a year. The grass bears bark, and the food is exhausted. Selling children... vendees... will make people look..."

After only reading one page, Bai Tian's fingers pinching the book have already wrinkled it.

"stop looking."

Xi raised her hand and slapped the book on the table.

"What's the use of knowing these things. They have already happened and cannot be repeated."

"gentlemen……"

Covering his head and face, weeping in grief.

The young dragon lay down on the table, weeping like a cuckoo.

"Ugh."

Miaobi let out a long sigh.

"What else do you have?"

Xi stared at Miaobi, her voice was like frost and snow.

As soon as this guy shows up, nothing good will happen!

"Axi, don't cry anymore."

Miaobi raised her hand and caressed the young dragon.

"Your second uncle is waiting for you."

"He's at the end of the street."

"Go to him. Maybe, you can see him for the last time."

"how come……"

The disfigured young dragon raised his head and looked at Miaobi in confusion.

"Go, go, you will understand."

"gentlemen……"

Xi nodded slightly, then raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Go, isn't that what you came here to do?"

"Ah."

Watching Bai Tian run away and leave, Xi turned her head and looked at Miao Bi.

"What's going on with his second uncle?"

"This one."

Miaobi put away the notebook, looked out the window, and the young dragon happened to appear in the field of vision.

"Tianzhutai."

"what!"

Of course Xi knew about that.

"That old guy made it, the so-called thing that can slow down or even erase natural disasters!"

"Yes, that's it."

After the figure of the child disappeared from sight, Miaobi turned her head to look at her younger sister.

"but……"

Xi held the teacup and frowned.

"That thing... not only true dragons are qualified..."

"And the side effects are huge. The real dragon that goes up can cause severe damage to its vitality and dry up its blood vessels, and it can cause the sky to collapse...just like the last one..."

"Wait... If his second uncle is... you mean, the kid is the prince of this generation of Dayan?"

Xi Meng was startled, and raised her head to look at Miaobi in disbelief.

"Yes, and neither."

Miaobi smiled and shook his head slightly.

"It's right that he is the prince."

"But his second uncle is not a real dragon."

"..."

Seeing the mysterious expression on her face, Xi wished she could just draw her sword and hack the riddler to death.

"You almost guessed it, Eleven, work harder, think more."

Think about it again... what's the use.

Xi snorted softly and leaned back on the chair.

What does the identity of the little ghost have to do with her.

Whether it is a prince or a prince, it has nothing to do with her as an ordinary painter.

only……

If the little ghost is the prince, it will be much more difficult to visit him in the future.

Unless, he can reach that position...

and many more……

Xi suddenly thought of it.

The little ghost is a prince, but not quite a prince...

His second uncle wants to do what a real dragon can do...

His father's remains are buried here...

Brat... he is...

Xi looked at Miaobi again with a look of shock in his eyes.

Miaobi didn't say anything, just smiled.

Xi was stunned.

"Little...how could it be..."

■

"You are crazy!"

Bai Yi grabbed Chilong's shoulder and yelled loudly at him.

"You want to destroy the sky! Have you forgotten how the late emperor died!"

"Of course I remember."

Chilong snorted lightly.

"Brother died right in front of me, of course I remember."

"God is not open, and took away the life of the elder brother."

"But it doesn't make me feel intimidated. I even think that so-called God is ridiculous."

"It's afraid of our will, it's afraid of our actions."

"We can eliminate the natural disaster, and its power will no longer be mysterious to us, and it will no longer be able to keep us in awe of it."

"It's afraid, it's afraid that one day we'll surpass it and knock it out of the sky."

"Therefore, it takes our lives and suppresses our bloodlines. It wants us to submit, and wants us to never dare to resist."

"But how could we admit defeat!"

The memory in Chilong's mind was extremely clear.

He watched his elder brother climb up to the sky with his own eyes.

I watched my brother perform the ceremony with my own eyes.

I watched my brother fall on it with my own eyes.

Like a father, a grandfather, an ancestor...

"Dayan's good weather in the past 11 years is the result of my elder brother's life! Dayan's hundreds of years of foundation are the result of one real dragon after another!"

"How can I not remember!"

Chilong pushed Bai Yi away and threw the jade box on the table.

"Now that the catastrophe is coming again, if I don't go, do you want Axi to go!"

"He's only 12 years old! He has a better future!"

"Da Yan can live without me, but Dayan can't live without a real dragon! Dayan, it's not enough for a child to risk his life to block him!"

"..."

Bai Yi gritted her teeth and pounded her fist on the table heavily.

He understands all these principles.

but……

"Can't...is there any other way..."

"just can not……"

"I've made up my mind. Bai Yi, open the sky and kill the platform."

Chilong held the box with no fear in his eyes.

"It would be great if I could use my own life in exchange for Dayan's ten years of prosperity."

"……it is good."

The moment Bai Yi agreed, there was a strong voice of rejection outside.

"not good!"

"This is……"

Bai Yi and Chi Long looked together.

The young man stepped in from the door. Although his face was still clean, his red eyes and clenched fists revealed his current state.

He is sad.

He is angry.

"Second Uncle! I disagree!"

Facing the boy's resisting shout, Chilong just smiled slightly, put his broad palm on the boy's head, and rubbed his hair into a mess.