Don't suck me, I'm not sweet {wear book}

The gray-clothed child of Pengci was stunned for a while, and then answered under Wen Nong's expectant gaze: "No, you picked me up."

Wen Nong froze for a moment, feeling unspeakable disappointment in his heart, and then denied it as gently as possible: "Son, then you made a mistake, I don't have the habit of picking up children like a father, did you get separated from your godfather?" gone?"

The child approached him with his head down, lifted his messy hair unpreparedly, exposed a face in front of him, and looked at him while grinding his teeth: "Look at me carefully, you really don't remember Me?"

Wen Nong's pupils shrank, it was... the face that dissipated into mist in his arms at sea before, half or half of his own face.

It's that horned dragon.

Wen Nong staggered a step back, his fingertips couldn't help trembling: "You, you..."

There were faint stains on the child's face, with a face similar to Wen Nong's when he was a child, staring at him resentfully: "Father, we have been together for 400 years, and you just forgot me?"

"What are you talking about sci-fi sketches?" Wen Nong was dumbfounded, swallowed his saliva and snapped his fingers in disbelief: "I am only 400 years old, how can such a good young man have [-] years?"

The child held his hand without saying a word, and big teardrops rolled down.

Wen Nong's head suddenly ached, as if something kept drilling into his brain, wanting to create sparks of satisfaction from his brain like Suiren's drilling wood to make fire.But once the sparks exploded, only he himself would be burned.

"When you picked me up, I was just a squirrel. You said that you wanted to accompany me to transform into a flood dragon and a dragon, until I got rid of a demon and became a fairy, and became a god...you said it."

"You really recognized the wrong person..." Wen Nong couldn't shake off his hand, so he could only hold his head and try to defend himself, but some clips flashed in his mind at the speed of light, passing through the nerve like a needle, and the pain gradually multiplied.

"You said you wouldn't leave me!" The child stepped forward to grab him and yelled angrily. What? He turned his blade on you!"

The fleeting pictures stopped in one of them, and he looked at the cold light on his lower abdomen in astonishment, the blood dripped on the clouds, and bright poppies bloomed.

Wen Nong instinctively suppressed this frame, but it was still unavoidable to see the subsequent fall from high altitude, a long-lasting nightmare.

A whimper escaped his throat, and he dropped to his knees with his legs loose.

The child's body grew up visibly to the naked eye, and he looked like a young man. He also knelt in front of Wen Nong, hugged him gently, and coaxed Wen Nong with his tender and childish voice when he was a teenager: "Look, in the sky and on the earth, There are many gods and demons, only Chang Yi will not betray you. I have waited for you for thousands of years, fulfilled my duties for you, and stood by you forever."

A memory flooded into his mind. He stepped on the water as if he was walking on land, with only slight tidal ripples under his feet.

There was the sound of water behind him, a small hand grabbed his sleeve and called him childishly: "Father, Chang Yi can't move anymore."

In his memory, he turned around and saw a little Douding with his bare feet submerged in the water, so he squatted down and said, "Come up, I'll carry you on my back."

Wen Nong has a splitting headache: what's the matter?Is this really my memory?

However, that little Douding has become a weird big guy, talking in his ear non-stop, more and more outrageous: "In this world, I am the only one who truly loves you, only me. My love will last until death, he But it will only hurt you. He is cruel, cruel and greedy, what can he give you? What is the difference between you and a piece of snack in his eyes? He is not worthy, not worthy to stand by your side."

Wen Nong's palms were cold, and there was a pot of mishmash in the sea of ​​consciousness. Every word the horned dragon said was amplified in his head, shaking his whole body into fine trembling and cold sweat, and a small round horn burst out on the side of his forehead.

Even so, what he spit out from the tip of his tongue was still his name: "Road Dao...not..."

He is not like that.

The horned dragon reached out to touch his horn: "Wen Nong, don't lie to yourself anymore, he tried to swallow you three times and four times, do you want to beautify those atrocities?"

Wen Nong was trying to mobilize the Rong Ling in the spirit vein, but the moment the horn was touched, the spirit vein was in sharp pain, like a cramp.

Jiaolong said again: "Lu Dao is not worthy of having you."

Wen Nong couldn't take it anymore, and raised his hand to grab the horned dragon's hand, his face was covered with cold sweat and tears, his eyes were a little blurred, and his consciousness couldn't gather due to the flash memories stewed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

But some things are certain.

He grabbed the horned dragon's wrist, and blurted out a sentence: "You are not allowed to speak ill of him again."

Ludao and Wen Nong, who were barely on their way, finished talking with Rong Ling, Yu Ling bypassed a small hill, and when he turned around, he was stunned.

He saw among the Broken Mountains... a white dragon entangled in great chains.

Lu Dao's first reaction was hallucination, but the dragon was too real.Every dragon scale was exactly the same as in his memory, even the diameter of the small bubbles it spit out from its mouth when it closed its eyes and slept was exactly the same.

Ludao's mind was blank, and great bitterness and joy welled up in his heart. He instantly returned to the lonely and closed state of his youth. When he met the only being who could rely on acting coquettishly, his nasal voice came out: "Bailong!"

The eyelids of the big white dragon who was sleeping soundly on the chain moved, and it took several times for him to wake up.It lowered its head and saw the boy in black, its dragon pupils were slightly erected into lines, its long beard trembling and it let out a thick grunt, its claws slowly crawled down the chain, its silver dragon pupils were always watching him tenderly.

The posture and expression were the same as before, as if they just disappeared for a moment, and then returned to An Ran Qinghuan after a nap.

Lu Dao's nose was sore, and he ran towards it in two or three steps, but because he was too anxious, he tripped over his leg and fell forward.

Bai Long immediately stretched his head forward, resisting Lu Dao's upper body, and grunted again, feeling helpless and pampering.

Ludao took advantage of the opportunity to mosuo on its dragon body, touched its left horn, and confirmed that there was a fracture mark on the horn, then couldn't help it anymore, hugged it and complained hoarsely: "Big worm, where are you running?" Go? Can’t you say goodbye to me before you leave? Where can’t you run, how can you go to Lingwu Mountain? You’re too much, you want to make the young master miss you, right?”

Bai Long rubbed against his chest and let out a thick neigh that seemed to be laughter.

Lu Dao hugged it for a while before letting go. He pulled its head and wanted to spit, but he swallowed all of it and said, "Come with me? I'm going to pick up my wife. You haven't seen her yet." Pass him, he is very good, you will like him."

The long beard of the white dragon circled around the back of his hand and hummed, meaning not to leave.

Lu Dao was impatient: "Do you have any restraints? Leave it to me, and I will set you free!"

Bailong stuck to his palm, closed his eyes and transmitted the sound.

【This is Xanadu, I like it here, I plan to spend my life here, and I won’t leave. 】

Lu Dao felt even more sad: "Is the devil world not good? My house... is not good?"

Bailong exhaled hot air from his nostrils, like a sigh.

[I am not a demon body, the demon world is not a place to live forever. 】

Lu Dao's eyes turned red.

From the age of six to sixteen, he stayed with Yilong for ten years, and he felt like a mentor, friend and elder, and the friendship was even deeper than the inconsequential old man who never saw each other all the year round.When they separated suddenly, the young master tasted the bitterness of the five flavors for the first time, and then hurriedly stepped out of the world and searched the demon world for two years. fishing.

He was cultivating on the wall in the empty Changli Hall, and he had nothing to say with his stomach full, and he was always coiling a white dragon in his heart, even raising a 獙獙 was not good.

It wasn't until Wen Nong came that the lonely ice melted.

In this world, there is a dragon and a person that he does not want to lose no matter what.

Bailong seemed to see what he was thinking, tilted his head, his silhouette was reflected in his silver pupils, and sent him a word: [Or, you stay. 】

Lu Dao was stunned.

[I know you are not having an easy life, let go of those trivial things that cannot be seen in the devil world, and you stay with me in this Taoyuan.There is no need to ask more important tasks than you think, and you don't have to shoulder the burden of overdrafting your body and soul.If you stay, this is bliss, a pure land, without restraint and worries, as long as you stay. 】

That deep and warm voice slowly opened up gentle ripples in the sea of ​​consciousness, soothing and bewitching the endless fights brought about by the encampment of hostile energy from heaven and earth.

People who carry mountains on their backs also want to straighten their backs and breathe new air. If there is a peach garden that can let the burden-bearing people unload the mountains on their shoulders, they can plunge into them happily, take a breath, or even directly bury their heads in escape. Ostrich, the temptation is indeed strong enough.

But when Bai Long talked about the latter, bliss and pure land were hooked, and inexplicably played a magical melody that someone would hum a few tunes from time to time in his sea of ​​consciousness...

Lu Dao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, the sea of ​​consciousness buzzed, and the wave receded for a moment, revealing the stranded fluorescent sea beach.

Besides a white dragon, there is also his brother Wen in Ripple.

Wen Nong likes the Demon Realm, and he likes guarding the Demon Realm.

He withdrew his hand, looked at himself in Long Tong, and shook his head: "I can't."

Bailong's tail moved, and he grunted: 【Don't think about it anymore? 】

Lu Dao shook his head again, touched its dragon scales, and slid his hand to its lower jaw to gently caress. He knew that it was a dragon without reverse scales.

Lu Dao lowered his head to touch it: "Bai Long, I can't rely on you anymore."

The dragon chant was long, it rubbed against him, but did not make a sound.Bailong's body temperature was always slightly low, Lu Dao warmed it for a while, his eyes glowed: "It's good to see you again."

After searching for it for so long, he thought it had become a feather.

Ludao stroked its long beard for the last time, stepped back a few steps, said goodbye, turned and left.

Not far away, he couldn't help turning his head, Bailong raised his paw and waved it.Lu Dao also waved vigorously, holding back his sourness, turning his head and flying away.

Flying not far away, the spirit veins that had been calm just now seemed to have passed the effect of anesthesia/drugs, and the reflex arc sent back a violent turmoil.

Lu Dao almost fell from mid-air, his face turned pale instantly.

Just for a while, his elder brother Wen's spiritual flow was so weak that it was almost zero.

Lu Dao couldn't catch his breath, and his firepower was fully fired.

He crashed in through the fifth floor, pinched the last bit of Wen Nong's spiritual flow in his spiritual veins and rushed over.

The spiritual flow was extinguished, the melting spirit disappeared, he braked suddenly, and a red shadow appeared in his eyes instantly——

The gray figure that attacked them at first was pressing against Wen Nong's forehead, quickly sucking away his spiritual power!

The spiritual version of Road Knife broke out: "Let go of my wife!!"

The author has something to say:

I finally saw my wife ⊙▽⊙

Brother Dao is carrying a 50-meter sword: Damn it! ! !

Brother Jian draws his sword: What about me?

Silly state escapes from the earth with the lid on: 5555

Little angels, this article is going to enter vLiao the day after tomorrow. I will write a long chapter tomorrow. I hope you will not dislike it. Come and press your paws. Shazhou wants to send you a red envelope. Thank you for staying with Brother Wen and the others for so long~

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I love you guys, Tanabata is about to fall~