Feeding Jiao

To recuperate a seriously injured person like this has to be closed for a long time.

Jiao has retreated many times, but he is not very used to having someone guarding him outside the cave.At first he thought it would be difficult for him to enter into a samadhi, but it didn't take long for him to enter a good state after sitting down.

I don't know how many days passed, Jiao woke up in a burst of severe pain.

The long black strip straightened its body, rolling and twisting in the hole.

The golden dragon who was guarding outside heard the movement, woke up from his trance, and rushed in.

Jiao's head was covered with cold sweat, and his long black stripes twitched. When he saw the golden dragon rushing in, he immediately said tremblingly: "Go out..."

Jinlong stepped forward and rolled up the jiao, resting its front paws on the jiao's head, closed its eyes to check the situation.

——The breath is disturbed, but there is no major problem.

Because of the pain, Jiaowei kept shaking, knocking the stones around his body into pieces. He was very unaccustomed to being held down on the head when something went wrong in his practice, and he refused to cooperate at all, and was about to bite it with his mouth open.

Jiao, whose teeth have been broken countless times, doesn't have a long memory, but Jinlong didn't want him to be hurt more, so he used his front claws to fix the Jiao's head. You have to die.

He asked, "Where is it uncomfortable?"

Jiao shivered and squeezed out a sentence from his mouth: "Head."

Jin Long was taken aback for a moment, and continued to press his head with his front paws: "Here?"

Jiao hate said: "That's right!"

Jin Long: "...Why are you so angry at such a time?"

Jiao jerked his body to break free, and said: "Hurry up and take it away!"

Jin Long blinked, and slowly lowered his paws.

Jiao shook his head: "You quickly use the method you used in the mortal pool before to help me recuperate."

The tone didn't sound like he was asking for anything, but it seemed natural when it came out of his mouth.

Jin Long frowned: "The crux of the problem is not yet known, treating the wound indiscriminately will only be counterproductive."

Jiao: "By the time I find out the crux, I'll die of pain."

Jin Long still refused: "Tell me first, what's going on?"

Jiao frowned, his eyes seemed to burst into anger.

However, Jinlong was unmoved, so Jiao had no choice but to turn his head and said patiently: "Halfway through the exercise, I suddenly felt that something was blocked, so I forced to break through, but it still didn't work..." He paused, and his tone softened a bit, " Can you let me go first, I feel even more uncomfortable like this."

Jin Long thought for a while, followed Jiao's request and relaxed.

The black strip suddenly coiled up and curled up on the ground.

"Like this... it's just a small problem on the way to retreat, and it will be resolved after a while..." Jiao continued intermittently, "What are you rushing in for? You can't help me at all... You just want to cheer me up! "

Jin Long saw that he had been curled up all the time, turned into a human form, and put his hand on Jiao's abdomen: "Is it here?"

Jiao's belly was suddenly pressed, and he immediately raised the tip of his tail, ready to yell.

"During the retreat, any small problem may endanger life." Jin Long sighed, not knowing how Jiao has survived for so many years.

"Are you eating messy again?"

Jiao: "..."

Jin Long said: "There is a sinister chill in your body. If I guess correctly, the ghost that haunted the snake cave tunnel that day has entered your stomach again, isn't it?"

He patted the dragon's belly, his face sank like water.

Jiao couldn't help trembling.

Jin Long said: "I said, according to your method of eating nonsense, something will go wrong sooner or later."

Jiao opened his mouth, half-believing: "Then tell me, what can I do?"

"How much cultivation can that ghost have? That kind of thing is not even a living thing, and it is useless to eat... You really dare to stuff anything into your stomach. If this ghost is stronger, maybe you can't eat it. The secondary body is about to change hands!"

Jiao: "..."

This series of questioning came down, and Jiao was speechless, subconsciously wanting to refute.

Jin Long: "Just say one more word, and I won't help you find a solution."

After a moment of silence, Jiao's furious voice came from the cave.

"Who cares that you help me find a way! I can eat whatever I like, and I don't need you to talk too much! Get out, get out!"

Jinlong: "..."

I almost forgot that this is an unruly, very bad-tempered dragon.

The dragon who touched the reverse scale touched his nose, stretched out his hand to press the tail of the dragon that was ready to move, forgot the last sentence he said out of thin air, and sorted it out for the dragon without complaint.

It never occurred to Jiao that Zhang Junting would cheat him after his death.

When the black mist remaining in his belly was finally driven away, he fell limply on the ground, staring at the cave ceiling with his eyes empty, feeling that life is difficult, especially this year.

After Jinlong helped him recuperate, he retired out of the cave.

Before leaving, he taught with his back behind his back for a long time, and left a sentence: "If something goes wrong, just call me." Then he walked away.

"I'm afraid that when I see you, I'll become anxious and lose my temper."

Jin Long handed over a faint look.

They are already demon dragons, so there is no need to go off fire.

After removing the influence of Zhang Junting's remnant soul, Jiao's cultivation started smoothly.

He has devoured big and small monsters and Yunling grass one after another, and has the unique cultivation conditions of the abyss, and he is almost recovering at a terrifying speed.

The golden dragon was entrenched outside, and took out some things from its belly from time to time. Most of the treasures in the Crane Palace were stuffed inside by Jiao, so he used local materials to set up a spirit gathering array, and swam in from time to time to feed Jiao a few pills, and then observed Check it out.

Jiao was a little awkward at first, and was not used to outsiders coming in and out during retreat, but as the number of times increased, he became numb.

The stupid dragon left and right has not recovered his memory and will not harm himself.

There were times when Jiao reached a bottleneck in his cultivation, and when he heard the golden dragon coming in, he didn't even lift his eyelids.The tip of his nose smelled a herbal smell, so he opened his mouth and swallowed it.

Jin Long seemed to be smiling - did he trust him so much?

Jiao didn't bother to pay attention to him, he was obsessed with cultivation, and didn't care about him.

A few times, Jiao felt unwell.

This time he didn't make much noise.

The so-called retreat means that you should close yourself, close the door, and practice alone.That stupid dragon sneaked in every now and then, it was annoying enough, if he wanted to find out the problem, he might have to say something big.

Anyway, for so many years, I have practiced all the way here.

Thinking of this, he felt the tip of his tail heat up, and something climbed up his body.

Jiao: "..."

"Don't move. Concentrate and don't think about anything else."

A ray of breath sneaked into the meridians, and the breath went straight to the dantian, guiding the disordered inner breath to return to calm.

—The method is quite effective.

But he always felt that the Dragon Clan in his memory didn't seem to be able to wrap around his body at every turn. Could it be that the secret of the strength of the Golden Dragon Clan came from this exercise?

Once, Jiao couldn't help asking: "When you adjust my breath, do you have to be in this... posture?"

Jin Long said seriously: "Of course not."

Jiao: "..."

Jin Long: "The medicinal effects of Yunling Grass haven't faded, you can't turn back into a human body, that's all you can do."

Jiao: "Oh."

Jin Long: "It should be these few days." After a pause, he joked: "If you don't go back, I won't be able to remember your appearance."

Jiao turned his head indifferently, motioning for the golden dragon to let go, and then crawled out from the ball of golden thread.

He raised his tail, turned around, looked at the original shape that had been maintained for several years, with a gloomy expression.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the golden dragon, Jiao had a complicated expression, and said, "You don't have to keep acting like this just to please me..." You were so stupid.

Although the cave is big, it is still a bit small when squeezed into two long strips.Jiao himself can't change, but Jinlong hasn't changed back to human form for several years.When he was practicing, what he saw was a huge dragon face.

"Before you lost your memory, you were famous in the demon world for your good looks. I heard that many female demons secretly wanted to have sex with you. If they saw your real shape, they would flee immediately."

The scaled dragon's head leaned forward and asked with great interest: "I'm not interested in how the banshees are, Xiao Yuan, why don't you tell me what we used to do when we were together?"

Jiao: "..."

Jin Long said: "We have been together for many years, and we must have experienced many things in the middle. I can't remember it for a while, can you tell me?"

Jiao looked at him silently.

How does this make him answer?

There are countless images of brothers getting along in his mind, no matter which one, it always feels extremely awkward to put it on him and the stupid dragon.

Jiao said indifferently: "No, I want you to think of it yourself."

When he is lying now, he doesn't even have an expression.

Because, Jiao found that no matter what he said, that stupid dragon would always believe it.

——Just like the ugly monster who was tricked by him thousands of years ago, he didn't make any progress at all.

Jin Long said: "Xiaoyuan, it's been so long, it's windy and sunny outside, and there was a heavy rain a few days ago... Can I live in?"

Jiao looked at the familiar magnified face of the dragon, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that the golden dragon had already found a good position and coiled up on the spot.

"..." Did he just nod his head?

Cultivation has no time.

Long Jiao stayed in the valley, adjusting his breath and meditating, unknowingly several years had passed.

But the Upper Demon Realm, which is far outside the abyss, has not been peaceful for a long time.

Since the battle of Leichi, Mojiao has not appeared for many years. There are rumors that he did not die in Leichi, but was seriously injured and fled to another world to recuperate. Maybe he has been seriously injured, maybe he is still dying .No matter what the result is, it means that he can no longer be as rampant as before.

Jiao's territory was quickly divided up by all the monsters under his command, and all the treasures hidden in the palace were also looted.

The fall of the great monster is just an ordinary thing.

But if a wealthy big monster falls, it will cause some turmoil.

After this battle, the Lingshan Dragon Clan has been torn apart from the Mo Jiao lineage.

Especially the junior members of the dragon clan of the younger generation, even though they were told that the golden dragon was still alive, they still felt aggrieved. Later, year after year passed, the golden dragon never returned to Lingshan.

Why doesn't this make them think too much?

The Demon Flood Dragon disappeared, but the matter couldn't just end like this.

As a result, Jiao's former subordinates all suffered. No matter how they draw a clear line with the Demon Jiao, the Dragon Clan who protect their weaknesses will not buy it.

Although the killing of the demon for no reason did not happen, but only when the other party came to him, a severe beating was unavoidable.

That group of thick-skinned and thick-skinned dragons bullied the monsters, and they were more hateful than those notorious big monsters.Over time, the demon kings who swallowed Jiao's power also quit one after another, assembled their subordinates, and put on a posture of fighting.

So what if the dragon is powerful?There are only a few sporadic ones in total.If you really want to declare war, the Dragon Clan will not be able to please.

On the demon world, on the rocky path.

A long cyan dragon whirled in the air, blowing out breaths towards the ground.His breath turned into a blue flame, and he could feel the heat wave hitting his face before it approached, which was frightening.

Dozens of big monsters set up their weapons to resist.

Various demonic methods were used, and the rest of the momentum fell among the rocks, and large tracts of vegetation fell down.

On the opposite mountain top, the green-robed little demon hid behind a boulder, huddled into a ball fearfully.

Called again.

Once the dragon of Lingshan and the monster of Jiaogong collide with each other, the rocks will be turbulent before they will give up.

Xiao Yao only felt that he was extremely unlucky, he was not from the Dragon Clan, nor belonged to the Jiao Palace, but he just happened to be born on this mountain and practiced for several years.

Originally, the scenery in this place is beautiful, and the monsters come and go, everyone is quite friendly, and the life of the little demon is quite comfortable.But since many years ago, when both the Golden Dragon of Lingshan and the Lord of Jiao Palace disappeared, his place has suffered.

There is no way, although the place is small, it is in the center of the road, and monsters big and small must pass through here when they go to various places.

Therefore, it also increases the possibility of the gathering of enemies.

Over the years, his place has almost become a meeting place for Lingshan dragon clan and Jiaogong monsters.

The hills that were knocked down a few days ago have just grown a few blades of grass. Looking at today's posture, another hill is in danger.

He couldn't help sighing, thinking he had to move.

When this fight is over, he will pack his luggage, leave here, and find a new place to go.

Just thinking about this, he blinked and saw two figures slowly walking up the mountain road ahead.