I, Dayan of the senior department, never dies

His throat was sweet, and he spit out a big mouthful of blood during the day.

Blood fell on the steps, and an orange-red fire ignited out of thin air.

The second robbery.

The fire burns from under one's feet.Pass through the Yongquan Cave and go straight to the Niyuan Palace.

The fire was also burning on the real dragon's body, turning his internal organs into ashes and his limbs rotted.

The scarlet court clothes absorbed all the sparks spilling out, and the cloud pattern on it gradually brightened.

"Nine hundred..."

There are less than a hundred steps.

The third robbery.

The wind comes from the sky, pours directly on the head of the real dragon, blows into the six internal organs from the Xinmen, passes through the dantian, penetrates the nine orifices, and the flesh and bones are thinned.

"980 six... nine hundred and ninety nine..."

The last step was crossed, and the technique of death was achieved.

The boy raised his head, and the real dragon raised his head.

Although its body is rotten, its mind is also determined.

"..."

The painter's pen is trembling.

The real dragon on the picture scroll climbed a thousand steps, majestic and heroic.

In her eyes, the young man stood bathed in blood and had gone through ups and downs.

"coming……"

Something seemed to appear in the clouds.

天殛, meaning the punishment of God.

If a mortal wants to deal with the heavens, he must pass through the heavens before he is qualified to meet the heavens and listen to the will of the heavens.

Now, the real dragon has passed the three punishments and traveled under the sky.

Now he is qualified to make his own demands.

"One person is more guilty than ten thousand husbands, and ten thousand husbands are guilty of one person."

The court clothes were scattered, revealing the broken body of the young man.

Lightning strikes, fire, wind blowing, almost no intact flesh and blood can be seen.

"There is no disrespect for one person to make gods and ghosts hurt the lives of the people."

The keel dagger cuts through the flesh, penetrates into the breastbone, and merges with it.

Like a key in a lock, the thousands of spells accumulated so far are condensed into one, leaving the body of the real dragon and pouring into the clouds, like the light of the sky, penetrating the sky and the earth.

"If the years and valleys are prosperous, the world will be peaceful, and the calamity will be removed to preserve the nations. This is what I wish, and I am willing to be generous."

The real dragon looked up at the sky, as if looking at Him.

can.

"Heaven" seems to have said something, but it seems to have said nothing.

Since then, the wind has been surging, thunder and rain.

"Yah~!"

The child suddenly cried out, attracting the mother's attention.

"This is……"

The mother seemed to feel something falling on her head, and she looked up.

"rain……"

"It's raining!"

"Grandma, grandma, it's raining! Let's go back to the house!"

"Eldest sister! Second sister! It's raining!"

The little fox yelled and dragged the old woman to the house.

"Grandma, come in quickly."

Chu Yu carried the little fox into the house, then turned around to support Granny.

"It's raining, and it's dawning."

Looking at the rain curtain behind her, the old lady smiled.

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"The emperor holds the dagger of the keel, prostrates himself in the sky, reveals a real dragon in his body, climbs a thousand-step high platform, and goes through three disasters before reaching the sky."

"The emperor recited the imperial edict, confessed the crime to himself, and prayed to the sky for rain."

"The emperor's virtue is high and respected, and he obeys the heart of heaven..."

"Sacrifice, the rain will fall and the disaster will be resolved."

Stop talking, stop writing.

"It's raining, Eleven."

"Yeah. It's finally raining..."

The painter raised his hand, caught the falling rain, and sprinkled it on the painting.

Since the painting is a picture of a sage praying for rain, how can the painting be destroyed without rain.

"He succeeded."

"Ah."

Looking at the swaying figure, the painter raised the tip of his tail and put away the painting.

"You lied to me for so long."

When you go back, you must take care of him.

"Aren't you going to see them?"

Looking at the painter who was leaving, Miaobi called out to stop her.

"No need."

Too much time has been wasted.If he went back too late and was not seen by him, the kid would be worried.

"It's raining...Second Uncle. I want to go back...Second Uncle..."

After getting off the Tianzhutai, the real dragon no longer stood on the stage, and fell straight into the arms of the red dragon.

The body was in unbearable pain and the mind was confused, but he still remembered that there was someone waiting for him.

"...Okay...Okay...Axi, hold on, hold on, talk more. Doctor! Doctor!"

Chilong hugged him and left here quickly.

"Forbidden Army! Go and call the doctor! Go and call all those guys over!"

"Second uncle..."

The red dragon's shout was heard next to his ears, and the only thing he remembered in his mind was that cyan figure.

"gentlemen……"

Back to 49 parting, thinking

"..."

Xi sat in the teahouse, sipping tea leisurely.

"Gah?"

"Gah!"

The radish and green vegetables lying on the ground are much smaller, and they are playing a head game together.

"Gah!"

As if smelling someone, the carrot that was about to lose jumped up and ran towards the stairs.

"Haha, don't lick, don't lick, carrot."

A familiar voice came, Xi paused, put down her teacup and looked towards the stairs.

"gentlemen……"

The boy in short brown hugged Mo Ling who was close to him, and smiled at the painter.

"I am back."

"Hmph, I still know how to come back."

Xi raised her head slightly, knocked on the table, picked up the teapot and poured another cup of tea.

"Come here and sit down."

"Hey. Thank you sir."

Rubbing Qingcai's head, which was a beat slower, sitting opposite Xixi during the day, and took the cup of tea.

"Have you seen your second uncle?"

Xi stared at him, her eyes swept across his neck, skipping over the thunder mark.

"I've seen it, Second Uncle is in good health."

After taking a sip of tea, he stuck out his tongue during the day.

"The tea is bitter, sir."

"Bitter and then sweet, this tea has a taste. You little devil... what do you know?"

Xi pushed the almond puff pastry to him.

"Bitter, just eat some of this."

"Ah."

Bai Zhou took out a piece of almond puff pastry and took a bite, then looked around, but did not see anyone.

"Sir... Where is Mr. Miaobi?"

Xi drank the tea in the cup and stared at the day.

"That guy...has already left."

"But what are you... why are you coming back? Why don't you go home without your second uncle?"

"Ugh?"

Bai Si looked at Xi suspiciously.

"Sir, don't we still have to go to Wuyue to eat perch... Well, are we filming?"

"Eating perch scales..."

Xi lowered her head and turned the teacup with her hands.

"Just like that?"

"Well... I haven't been able to repay my husband's kindness yet. Of course I have to follow you, sir."

"..."

Xi chuckled.

"You go."

"Ugh?"