He and It

The maid couldn't help but laugh: "You are talking silly again."

She had taken care of Liu Fuguang since she was a child, and the years of cultivation were so cruel. Many years passed, and Liu Fuguang still looked like the young boy he was before, but she was already old, her temples were gray, and her eyes were no longer as clear as before.

"You are the prince of Dongmo, and you are the Immortal Lord of Fuguang in the eyes of many people," the maid said lovingly, "No one will not love you, so just be at ease."

Liu Fuguang shook his head: "It's because I want to form a contract with the Dragon God, so the title mentions the position of Immortal Lord. Otherwise, how can I be called Immortal Lord when I have just given birth to a baby?"

"You have become a Nascent Soul cultivator at such a young age. There is no such precedent from ancient times to the present." The maid smiled, "I am an old woman who relies on her old age to show off her skills. You are not allowed to look down on yourself."

Liu Fuguang laughed, and his smile was reflected in the mirror, which was as round as the full moon. It really filled the room with radiance, like a pearl and jade, dazzling beyond words.

He gently took off the gold comb from the maid's hand and said, "Go and rest for a while. This is the palace of the Dragon God. Mortals can get tired easily after staying here for a long time."

"When I stay by your side, I feel warm all over my body and in my heart. How can I feel tired?" the maid scolded. Even so, she still couldn't disobey Liu Fuguang's instructions. She bowed and slowly Retired.

Watching the maid leave, Liu Fuguang suppressed his smile and looked around at this magnificent and luxurious palace, the domain of the Dragon God.

I don't know what this palace looks like in the eyes of others, but in his eyes, this palace is beautiful, but too weird. The pure black ground seemed to be rippling with threads of blood, and the ceiling also had a strange color that looked like flesh but not flesh, like gold but not gold, as if it was carved on the basis of flesh and blood seeping into metal. Standing inside the palace is like standing in the body of a living creature. You can hear the pulsating breath coming from all directions at any time.

It's more like a lair than a palace.

This place is the residence of Dragon God Yan Huan, the last ancient dragon descendant of the Three Thousand Worlds. Regarding his origin, there are many wild rumors circulating throughout the world. Among them, the most recognized one is that he was born on an ancient battlefield.

In that catastrophe that almost destroyed the hub of heaven and earth and lasted forever, the eight sons of the Yellow Emperor ruled the human emperor family in all directions where their father lived, and the eleven daughters of the Red Emperor Chi Ji Nu, who destroyed all things. Dragon King starts the war. In order to fight for the truth and fruit, they plunged all the worlds into the chaos when the world first opened. In the end, they both suffered losses and disappeared together in the palm of the giant god Pangu.

The only thing left on the battlefield was a dragon egg.

It was soaked in the blood of the ancient gods fighting to the death, the unwillingness and hatred of the gods' fall, and the savage violence of devouring each other, and finally hatched into a small black dragon that was born without eyes, but with nine eyes all over its body.

When it croaked to the ground and let out its first cry, because the great catastrophe had been passed and the world had been stable for a long time, war, famine, disaster... all kinds of misfortunes suddenly returned with a vengeance.

Now, under the arrangement of the True Immortal, the evil Dragon God Yan Huan actually has a Taoist companion, and the other person is still a weak human being in the Nascent Soul stage.

What would he think of me? Liu Fuguang wondered curiously, is it disgust, hatred, indifference...or is he, like me, also interested in exploring?

Ever since he was a child, he had never felt such negative emotions as "hate" from others. At this moment, thinking that there might be a dragon god who hated him, Liu Fuguang was not nervous or afraid, but became curious.

Outside the palace gate, footsteps gradually came.

The attendants of the Dragon Palace looked back when they heard the sound. Even though they had seen it thousands of times, they still held their breath in surprise and quickly lowered their heads in panic.

——Dragon God Yan Huan climbed up the stairs, dressed in bottomless black clothes, with double horns on his forehead, and deep facial features. He was so handsome that he was outrageously handsome. A simple gold ring hanging from his ear added an undeniable and magical beauty to his face.

The appearance of the god was already eye-catching. He stood in front of the door and smiled slightly. His indifference faded away. An evil spirit flashed in his dark eyes, like a dangerous prodigal lover. It was hard to tell whether he wanted to love someone or not. Killed someone.

"He's already here?" Yan Huan asked knowingly.

The cultivation of these attendants, at worst, they are distracting monks. After passing the third level, they are expected to ascend to the level of immortality. However, after hearing Yan Huan's question, the attendants responded respectfully: "The Immortal Lord has already to."

Yan Huan's smile became even more dangerous. He walked into the palace gate and happened to catch sight of Liu Fuguang inside.

In an instant, both of them were stunned.

Liu Fuguang opened his eyes wide and looked at Yan Huan intently, unable to hide his surprise.

Facing the legendary Dragon God Yan Huan, he saw nothing but one... a humanoid creature.

——The whole body is pitch black and is composed of thousands of surging tentacles. It barely retains the appearance of its hands and legs. It has no eyes on its face, but nine huge eyes wander back and forth on its body. Such a creature.

monster.

At this moment, Liu Fuguang's heart moved. He didn't feel scared, only sad.

There is such a dragon god in the world, it is really... so pitiful.

The longer he remained silent, the more terrifying and heart-stopping the Dragon God's gaze became.

Yan Huan's eyes lit up when he first saw her, and Yan Huan sneered in his heart. It's a pity that he is still a superficial person who is attracted by his external appearance.

The author has something to say:

Yan Huan: *Wearing a good-looking skin, proudly walking into the palace* Ha! You were shocked, you fell in love with me!

Liu Fuguang: *Seeing through it at a glance, feeling pity, avoiding his eyes, patting him on the head* Oh, whatever you say is what it is.

Yan Huan: *Feeling strangely comfortable, trying his best to avoid this kind of comfort, because his heart is as stone as stone and cannot be changed* Humph... Humph!

It’s still Yan Huan: *Turns around*… Again, take another shot…

Chapter 180 Ask Here (8)

When you talk to someone, you always look into the other person's eyes. After coming back to his senses, Liu Fuguang thought about whether he should look at his face or his eyes that were moving around.

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