He and It

"Did you feel it?" Yan Huan asked.

Liu Fuguang frowned. He released his consciousness and roughly scanned the surrounding space. He said uncertainly: "Well, is there resentment? The heaven and earth chakras are filled with strong resentment. I also heard crying..."

He distinguished it carefully and said thoughtfully: "It's the cry of the ocean, the fertile soil, and the world at the same time, and there's another one..."

It's strange that Yan Huan's question actually stumped him.

Liu Fuguang couldn't describe it, but there was indeed an atmosphere here that he couldn't describe. It surrounded and surrounded it from all directions. It was as familiar as a second skin, making him feel like he had seen it before.

It felt... real and solid to him, because it seemed to be a constant in life, like the air that was everywhere.

He didn't want to say it, but it smelled like a place he'd lived in for a long time, but it was a little different from a real home.

"I feel..." I feel like this is a home, Liu Fuguang was about to say.

"——Dragon Qi." Yan Huan interrupted him solemnly, "The lingering dragon Qi, this is the dragon's lair."

Liu Fuguang: "..."

Liu Fuguang choked in horror.

Yan Huan slowly circled and patrolled in the sky.

This was a subtle dance, and he was rarely cautious. The dragon's bestiality was covering his naturally vicious endowment, and the instinct pulsating in his blood made him try to approach the nest of another of his kind with caution.

"Young, very young." Yan Huan muttered, "A childish but full of spiteful dragon. Where did it come from?"

After a long time, Liu Fuguang found his voice and said calmly: "I remember, you are the last dragon."

"The last Dragon God," Yan Huan said, "The Human Emperor and the Eleven Dragon Lords are dead. I am indeed their only successor, but..."

He hesitated for a moment: "I vaguely remember those barbaric times when the eleven dragon kings were in power. Dragons were rampant in the sky and on the earth, and the dragon's descendants were all over the three thousand worlds. Even if that divine war did not take away all the dragon descendants, it would still be There may be a few dragon eggs left outside."

He flew low, passed through the rain curtain, and gradually got closer to the land.

"It is in a state of long-term hatred and anger," Yan Huan approached and analyzed the aura of the dragon nest. "It was betrayed and imprisoned by mortal creatures. The land is the prison that holds it. It cries, and its tears form an endless sea. Perhaps it wants to drown the entire world in the bitter waters."

"What stopped it?" Liu Fuguang asked.

Yan Huan sniffed around and swung his tail unconsciously. In addition to the smell of strangers from his own race, the air was also filled with the smell of Liu Fuguang - it was so fragrant and sweet that it made him uncontrollably hot and distracted: "I... I don’t know, maybe the person who imprisoned it also has some means to stop it?”

He had to stop sniffing, but he couldn't control himself at all. He just wanted to dig his nose into Liu Fuguang's neck. Yan Huan said absently: "The dragon's revenge is too strong and cannot be eliminated. If it must destroy the world, If a person dies, then it really will not forgive anyone...no matter who it is."

While they were talking, they had already landed on the ground, perhaps because they were surrounded by the sea and the land was narrow. The shipbuilding industry in this world is very developed. All kinds of ships can be seen vaguely in the fishing port, as small as willow leaves and as big as islands. They float on the sea, like an ever-changing human net.

"You used to," Liu Fuguang gestured vaguely, "didn't you discover this world when you patrolled the sun?"

Yan Huan nodded: "It's very strange. I have never found this place before."

The two of them put on disguised illusions and first came to the bustling seaport city to find out what happened.

After some investigation, Liu Fuguang learned that although there were hundreds of scattered sea kingdoms in this world, there was only one organization called "Tianshu Yumen", which held power beyond the human world.

"Why?" Liu Fuguang asked, "Why can Tianshu Yumen enjoy such privileges?"

Confused by the illusion, the man in front of him did not think his question was strange at all, and still answered kindly: "The ancestor of Wu was born in Yumen, and the Yumen of Tianshu is the secret place he built. The descendants of ancestor Wu still follow the instructions of ancestor Wu." The will suppresses the evil dragon under the sea, making all living beings peaceful, and the land will last forever.”

Liu Fuguang and Yan Huan looked at each other and saw surprised expressions on each other's faces.

Wu gave birth to Yumen. There is no doubt that this refers to Fengju Yumen in the wilderness, where Wu Xian, Wu Chun, Wu Ji, Wu Peng, Wu Gu, Wu Zhen, Wu Li, Wu Di and Wu Xie were born. , Wuluo and ten witches, they are born with good knowledge of all kinds of herbs, can judge the yin and yang, ask ghosts and gods, and know many strange things from the past and present.

However, the Ten Witches are already humans and gods older than Yan Huan. When they were born, heaven and earth had not been completely separated, and humans, beasts and gods still maintained a marriage relationship. If the "Tianshu Jade Gate" was built by one of the ten witches, then how long was this little dragon imprisoned?

"What is the name of the witch ancestor? Tell me." Yan Huan frowned. He felt deeply unhappy. This made him want to grab something, and then slowly squeeze and crush it until the thing could no longer be released. Without a scream or moan, it turned into pulp and flowed from between his fingers.

As the most evil person, he wanted to laugh out loud at this torture, because it was really a great trick to confine a real dragon from the beginning of creation to the present; but the part of him that was the dragon god couldn't. Seriously offended.

Who are the ten witches... Who gave you the courage to reach out to the dragon?

Even under the illusion, the man's pupils still trembled for a moment, the color suddenly faded away, and his face was as white as rice paper.

"Wu, Wu Luo..." The man replied tremblingly, "The ancestor of Wu's name is Wu Luo..."

Liu Fuguang gently put his fingers on Yan Huan's sleeve and whispered, "That's the youngest witch."

His movements and sounds all effectively defused the Dragon God's anger. Liu Fuguang turned to the man and continued: "Then, how did the Tianshu Jade Gate suppress the evil dragon under the sea?"

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