He and It

"Women sew different clothes, but they are in love together.

Why is it so easy to lose one's head, but to meet one's own danger? "

——Nvqi sewed clothes for her husband, and they lived under the same roof and slept in the same bed. However, with such love, why did he chop off the head of the female protagonist by mistake, causing her to suffer disaster personally?

Yan Huan's expression darkened, and the singer's voice also became bleak.

"Concubine Min is a perfect match and a successor.

Hu Wei likes different flavors and feels full quickly? "

——Yu loved Tushan's daughter and had sex with her, and they had descendants. Why do gods have the same desires as mortals, only seeking pleasure day and night?

The last sentence was particularly high-spirited and far-reaching, almost piercing the clouds and cracking rocks, radiating from the altar to all directions. Correspondingly, beneath the deep dark sea surface, an angry dragon roar suddenly sounded, exuding endless resentment. , hatred, and the pain of betrayal.

Listening to the ancient sacrificial songs, Liu Fuguang remained silent. When the dragon roar sounded, his body softened and fell into a coma.

Yan Huan was shocked and turned pale. He quickly picked him up in his arms, designated his mind, and pressed his spiritual energy pulse, "Fight the light, help the light?!"

No matter how anxiously he shouted, Liu Fuguang could not hear him. At this moment, he was in someone else's dreamland, wandering curiously.

Chapter 221 Ask Here (Forty-nine)

Strange flowers and herbs, beautiful peaks, and magical animals exude the scent of orchids and musk deer, roaring and playing in groups among the mountains and fields. The sky is intertwined with the purple and blue of sunset and the bright pink of morning glow, making it extremely dreamy.

Liu Fuguang looked at the scene of the barbaric era in amazement. A three-headed giant spread his legs and walked from behind him, striding across the winding lake, roaring like wind and thunder from his mouth.

Where did that sacrificial song take him?

Just when he was astonished, he suddenly heard an indescribable sound, like thunder or a great tide, so powerful that it made the sky and the earth shake together.

Liu Fuguang pushed aside the clouds and mist and leaned forward to look.

I saw the Tianzhu standing in the distance, supporting the balance of the world. Between the vast sky and the earth, thousands of dragons rose into the sky, with five colors, led by the black and yellow Yinglong.

There could never be a grander or sadder sight. The ancient era has passed, and the era of gods will also pass. At the end of everything, the dragons will cry out sadly, and the sun, moon and stars will send each other off with their dim light.

"The war between the Human Emperor Clan and the Eleven Dragon Lords is inevitable after all."

Hearing the sound, Liu Fuguang was startled and broke away from the vast scene. He didn't even realize that someone was coming next to him.

He turned around and saw ten human gods with different appearances and costumes standing in the clouds, looking sad and solemn. Liu Fuguang recognized the youngest shaman at a glance. He was holding a long staff and had a small green and red snake hanging from his ear.

There are ten witches in Lingshan, Wuluo.

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a little funny, because Wuluo's skin was like copper, his hair was as black as ink, his brows and nose were high, and his eyes were particularly deep. In no way could he be called "an animal face and a human body, with blue eyes and fangs". On the contrary, He is very handsome and charming, with a wild charm, which shows that Yan Huan is talking nonsense again.

"It's destiny!" Another witch ancestor lamented, "The dragons and beasts no longer exist, the phoenixes and birds have passed away, and the emperors all closed their eyes and turned around without speaking. Doesn't it still make us alert? The ten witches of Lingshan should also I’ve already made plans.”

The Witch Ancestor in the middle seemed very calm. She was a tall and strong woman. When she spoke, her voice was like the majesty of the Mother Goddess: "We are just humans and gods. When our life span comes to an end, if we don't die now, our end will also be ours then. Let heaven and earth go to war! From now on, it is the future of the human race. There is only one god left in the world, and that will not be us."

Some of the witches were calm, some were crying, and some were unwilling. Liu Fuguang kept watching Wu Luo's reaction and noticed that his eyes were always focused on one place.

Wuluo's demeanor naturally attracted the attention of other relatives. A wizard asked in confusion: "Wuluo, what are you looking at?"

"I'm looking there." Unexpectedly, Wu Luo's voice was unusually shy and gentle, like a quiet spring breeze blowing through the green grass field, "How difficult is it for Yinglong to give birth to a child? Why did its parents abandon it?"

Following his guidance, both Shi Wu and Liu Fuguang saw the lonely dragon egg after Wan Long left.

The witch ancestor in the middle pondered for a moment and said: "The dragon son and grandson of Emperor Ying? Don't ask any more questions. If this is the decision of the Yinglong clan, we can't interfere."

The witches left intermittently, leaving Wuluo alone. He looked at the lonely dragon egg that was shaking slightly in the strong wind, as if it was crying, and his heart was full of pity.

Seeing no one around, he secretly descended into the clouds, pressed his palm on the eggshell, and gave it the warm divine protection.

"Hey," he said softly, "It's okay, I'm here."

In the midst of confusion and great fear, this was the first sentence Li Muxing heard.

She opened her golden eyes and saw Wu Luo's face through the dragon's shell.

From then on, Wuluo stayed with her. Yinglong was born close to water and soil, so Wuluo clumsily held the eggshell and ran around the four continents. He was like an unskilled but very competent child-bearing bird, carrying the only lost dragon egg in the world and leading Li Muxing to see all kinds of things in the world.

He taught her how to use her power, how to control the beast's impulse instincts, and also taught her what compassion, pity, and love are.

"Why should I pity the human race?" hovering in the dragon egg, Li Muxing asked in confusion, "They are weak, repetitive, and timid and troublesome. If the Human Emperor and the Eleventh Dragon Lord really want to go to war, the human race will definitely They will all die immediately. The emotions of the superiors are so limited, why should they be distributed to these ephemera?"

Her words are innocent and her attitude is sincere, but she is indeed a born dragon, with a strong and cold divinity flowing in her bones and blood.

Wu Luo carried the basket carrying the dragon eggs on his back and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Along the way, their strange combination and strange image really attracted many sideways glances.

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