He and It

He smiled helplessly and worriedly.

"A drop of water is weak, and a grain of dust is even more insignificant, but water flows into a sea and sand gathers into a mountain. To judge whether a group is strong or not, we never look at the merits of individuals." Wu Luo said gently, "And you are exactly right. On the contrary, the future will no longer be the age of gods, and the world from now on will gradually be handed over to the hands of the human race."

Li Muxing said loudly: "Is it true? I don't believe what you said!"

Wu Luo sighed, thought for a while, and said: "Well, we have been walking for so long, and it is time to take a rest. Let's find a gathering place for the human race. As you said, they are weak and timid and dare not Come and disturb us and we can stay in peace.”

Li Muxing thought for a while and agreed.

In this way, with the dragon girl in the egg on his back, Wu Luo chose a small or medium-sized tribe, built a house there, took care of the dragon eggs, and did some voluntary doctor work to help the people in the tribe ask for medicine and medical treatment.

At this time, it was not unbelievable that gods and demons were walking on the earth. The humans of the tribe happily accepted a witch and his cherished giant egg. Li Muxing nestled on the soft animal skin of the tribute, curiously using his spiritual consciousness to observe here, and making a fuss about Wu Luo every day.

She complained about the fragility of the human race, saying that together they could not even repel a small Gu Eagle; she sneered at the fact that humans had to work hard to farm and hunt in order to harvest meager fruits and eat some barren oil. It was fishy; she looked at the speed of human growth in surprise, from a ball of flesh and blood to a noisy child running around in just a few years.

Regarding Dragon Girl's remarks, Wu Luo never denied them, but just listened with a smile. Sometimes, Li Muxing would speak too viciously or too harshly, so he would sigh, scoop up some water, and gently wipe the thick shell of the dragon egg. At this time, Li Muxing would always shrink silently for a long time, until The next day, he continued to talk hesitantly to Wu Luo.

"I really can't stand them anymore!" Li Muxing finally complained loudly, "A flooded river scared them like this. Now, I don't believe what you say!"

The dragon egg bounced unbearably, and Yinglong's power seeped into the earth's veins. In an instant, the overflowing river slowly stopped roaring and obediently returned to its original position.

Wu Luo's eyebrows were crescent, looking at her and smiling.

"I'm not trying to help them," Dragon Girl muttered unhappily, "It's just that they are too noisy and annoy me! If I see them chattering and crying again, I will really crush them to death. them."

"Yes," Wu Luo agreed, "your self-control ability is better, I'm really happy."

Liu Fuguang vaguely understood what Wu Luo was going to do.

People were grateful to the Dragon Girl and worshiped her with reverent etiquette. Li Muxing didn't say it, but he felt vaguely surprised in his heart, because it felt so good to be loved by others. When humans responded to her with tears and smiles, there was even more A strange warmth tickled her chest.

She couldn't help but help more, and gradually, the noisy humans seemed not to be tolerated anymore. Wu Luo accompanied her day and night. She watched the lives of many people curiously. She saw the joys and sorrows, separation and love and hate, all like a bright spark that bloomed and left only embers. You can't help yourself, you can see the desires in the conspiracy, and you can see how fate weaves the short life of mortals into the greatest drama.

How can such a short life burst out with so much passion and impulse? The dragon girl was dazzled by what she saw. She slowly learned to sympathize and lament the life and death of others.

She learned to love.

Wu Luo patiently guided her. He did not want to believe, and instead let this increasingly powerful tribe devote all its efforts to worship Li Muxing. The totem of Yinglong is flying in the sky, and people chant the name of the dragon girl during battles, harvests, marriages, life and death.

Li Muxing felt very happy, but she was not happy enough.

"What else do you want?" Wu Luo asked, "As long as I have it, I will definitely give it to you."

The dragon egg was silent for a moment, and then Li Muxing asked: "Why are you so nice to me?"

Wuluo was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

After a while, he whispered: "I don't know, I just... I saw you were scared, so I couldn't bear to leave you alone."

Li Muxing said nothing.

The eggshell that had been sealed for a hundred years cracked open at this moment, bursting out with a surging light like gold and blood. In the flames, the vigorous dragon girl jumped out, like a blazing wildfire, standing fearlessly on the earth, raising her savage and beautiful head high.

"I want you," Li Muxing ordered decisively, "You said that as long as you have it, you will definitely give it to me. Then, give yourself to me!"

Wu Luo stared at her dumbfounded. He opened his mouth and found that he could not find any reason to refuse.

Just as he didn't know why he had to protect the dragon girl in every possible way, he also didn't know when this hot and long-lasting love was ignited between them.

The dragon girl and the wizard got married, but unfortunately, the beautiful story did not end here.

As the war spreads, the remaining Ancient Ones are forced to choose sides. As human gods, the Ten Witches were the first to receive the attention of the Human Emperor, and the Eleven Dragon Lords could not help but pay attention to Yinglong's last remaining heir.

Li Muxing and Wuluo fled with their entire clan. They took away as many humans as possible in an attempt to avoid the impact of the war between the gods. However, the demise of the gods was already certain, and the life span of a shaman could not be as long as a dragon.

The moment when the Human Emperor clan and the Eleven Dragon Lords roared wildly and fought selflessly, the Tianzhu collapsed again, the four poles cracked, and all directions were shattered, but this time, there were no more colorful stones for Emperor Wa to fill the void. scourge. Wu Luo realized that the moment of separation had finally arrived.

He shed his tears and drained his blood. He sang songs dedicated to his beloved, the impermanent destiny, the immortal fairyland, the pain of missing out, and the indiscriminate love and hate between gods and humans. This is the most powerful curse Liu Fuguang has ever seen in his life.

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