Others are jealous that I have a dragon

Qin Changluo tasted his words, feeling a little strange.When Kongfeng was mentioned just now, the emperor was very excited, wishing to pull Kongfeng out and dismember him.There should be enmity between the two, but now that it's brought up, the emperor is swearing that he won't be so cruel?

What's going on with Airwind?

He clenched his fist, feeling a little regretful: Master, I'm afraid of me, I don't have time to understand so much.Enmity, it would be best if brother Fuyun is willing to help me figure out the situation and repay it.

He glanced at the dragon in the cage, and his heart felt dull for a moment, as if he was really reluctant to part with it. This feeling was a little strange and a little incomprehensible.

He spoke very slowly: "I'm leaving."

It seemed like a farewell, with a deep tone.

Gongshen Fuyun wags his tail, why does this man look like he is sending me a funeral?

"Why are you so serious, I'll find you in a while, good boy~"

Qin Changluo nodded and smiled.When he turned to leave, he talked to himself and fell into repeated conflicts: "Do you have to choose to remember, or not to be greedy anymore..."

Gongshen Fuyun lay leisurely in the cage, feeling the sadness from the heart of the departed, wondering if he missed his grandpa again.

After all, after his grandfather saw him, he fulfilled his wish, would keep his promise, and be gone.

From now on, he will never see his only relative again.

"Changluo, I don't have any relatives. From now on, the two of us will depend on each other, okay?" After muttering, he looked at his thin and slender figure and walked out of the palace with a happy expression on his face, "No, it's too miserable to depend on each other. It's called mutual affection."

Gongshen Fuyun was full of hope for their future days.

Both are orphans, but have completely different life experiences.

They all need love, but they don't know what love is.

Qin Changluo didn't understand at all, but Gongshen Fuyun insisted that as long as he spends his life with someone, that's love.

But love, how can it not grow because of ignorance.

Some things have sprouted, and I don't know it.

Qin Changluo, leaning against the palace wall, recalled frame by frame the time he got along with Gong Shen Fuyun.

He frowned, but the corner of his mouth was a faint smile.

The palace walls are vermilion, and the people are dressed in white. It's hard to hide the charm of a young man, and the scenery should be like this.

Not long after, Shenlong quietly landed on his shoulder, looked at the beauty in a daze, and was so happy that he pressed his cheek and kissed her.

"What are you thinking?"

Qin Changluo turned his eyes sideways, with a flash of hurt in his eyes, "I'm thinking about Brother Fu Yun."

Oh, my little Changluo can talk about love.It's just that there seems to be something wrong with the atmosphere, his mood is very low.

"Can't you let go of the matter of grandpa?" Gong Shen Fuyun asked.

Qin Changluo looked at the bright autumn sun, it was hot, but there was also a cold wind blowing against it.

Wrapped in brocade clothes, he murmured: "Actually, for grandpa, I am just obsessed. I just want to ask for the answer I want."

He walked slowly, with dead leaves creaking under his feet.

"I don't see many people, but every child I see has a grandfather who loves me. I also think that once he loves me, it's enough."

After leaving the palace wall far away, seeing no one around, Gongshen Fuyun turned into a human body, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and stroked his head.

After crossing the dragon spirit, his poison was cured.

Chang Luo whispered softly: "Actually, I am not close to him in my heart. But I am not reconciled, I am also a grandson, why do I have to be beaten every day. Whatever I do is wrong. I met my grandfather that day in the underworld, and heard It's what I want to hear."

He looked up at Gongshen Fuyun, and when he met a pair of eyes full of pity, his eyes suddenly turned red.

Someone hurts, and my heart is really warm.

"I feel like I could do anything for him just for a few nice words."

Gongshen Fuyun vaguely sensed something, "Did you promise grandpa something?"

Qin Changluo shook his head.

Long felt relieved inexplicably.

"I should have done something for him."

Long raised something again.

Your grandpa is out of his wits, what else can you do for him.But he didn't want to pour cold water on him, so he said softly, "I'll accompany you, what do you want to do?"

Qin Changluo lowered his eyes, as if he was struggling, and then hugged Gongshen Fuyun: "Then stay with me more, and don't leave me for a moment."

No problem, I will be with you for the rest of my life.

This is what the dragon thought.

"it is good."

Just one word, but it is very practical.

Qin Changluo had a smile in his eyes, feeling at ease and regretful.

Too short, the days are too short.

Gongshen Fuyun changed the topic: "It turns out that the little emperor refused to see us when he saw the portrait of the dragon, because almost the whole world knows that the little emperor can visit Senior Moli every night in his dreams."

"Senior Moli?"

"It's the blue dragon. The little emperor announced that if any sect can help him find the blue dragon, he will definitely reward him! He is even willing to give up the throne! So when he saw the portrait of the blue dragon, he thought You are a little casual cultivator who wants to get some rewards, and you don't want to talk to me."

"What's the relationship between Senior Moli and him?"

"I guess it must be very intimate."

"Did the little emperor throw away the dragon scale, and the next reincarnation will not remember the memory with the dragon clan?"

Qin Changluo's focus made Gongshen Fuyun feel unspeakably uneasy.But he didn't understand why.

"Yes, since the dragon scales are no longer on him, Meng Po soup will work."

"For 300 years, why is he struggling to remember, how uncomfortable. If it were me, I would choose not to carry any memory. In the next life, it will not be so painful."

"Changluo," Gongshen Fuyun was confused, "Don't you want to remember me in the next life?"

"I don't want to." Almost before Long could finish asking, he replied quickly.

He let go of Gongshen Fuyun and walked forward.

Long Dun couldn't keep up, and his heart was very empty.

He doesn't like the feeling.

A person who has always been extremely dependent on himself, why can he say the word "don't think" so emotionlessly?

He was dependent and addicted, how could he not want to remember?

After walking a few steps, Qin Changluo was in a trance again, repeating in his heart: I don't want to remember you because I don't want to be sad.Who knows what more difficult fate I will experience in the next life, taking you with me to suffer unbearable suffering, that is not just giving myself pain.

Why bother.

Without knowing you, I can carry everything by myself.

The two walked silently, one behind the other.For the first time, relatively silent.

The night is cold and windy, the place where Zhiwuguan is located is desolate and extremely quiet, wide and flat.There are usually no people, and there are not many beasts.

Qin Changluo looked at the place where he knew nothing, and suddenly there appeared a mansion even more magnificent than the imperial palace he saw today, and he was stunned for a moment.

It's not that I admire the grandeur of this house.

He was suspecting that it was impossible for him to go the wrong way.He has lived alone for many years, and his ability to survive is excellent. Even with his eyes closed, he will not get lost in the deep forest and barren mountains.

After thinking for a while, he turned his head to look at Gongshen Fuyun, who was waiting for praise, and understood.

He inadvertently praised the palace, and someone carried it out.

In addition to being moved, he felt infinitely inferior.

With the power of the dragon, Taoist temples can be transformed into imperial palaces in an instant.

And I'm just an ordinary person.

He's good, sorry.

But... Crazy greed.

For the time being, just be crazy in this life, and be greedy this time.

"Brother Fuyun, I hate snow very much."

Shenlong's mind slipped: ah?

I'm waiting for you to throw yourself into my arms and praise me how kind I am to you?

Why did he suddenly say that he hates snow, which has nothing to do with it?

"It's snowing very cold, and my bones hurt from the cold. If I don't have game, I have to eat ice, which makes my stomach hurt. I'm not afraid of death, but I just don't want to die. Because you told me in a dream that you would protect me. I want Wait. How many times have I told myself that it was just a dream. Even when I saw you for the first time, I didn't think of combining your appearance with the dream. "

How impossible it was, even if it really came true, he dared not accept it.

Gong Shen Fuyun's mouth is stupid, he doesn't know how to comfort others.A dragon who grew up alone, who said any kind words to him?

"I don't want to have regrets in my life. I don't want to hate Xue. Brother Fuyun will let me forget and replace the most difficult days." You are omnipotent.

Gong Shen Fu understood.

He just wants someone to love and have warmth.

He raised his hand, and the full moon disappeared, and Xuan'er's white snowflakes fell from the black sky, from small to large.

How beautiful, but also sad everywhere.

The air plummeted, and before Qin Changluo could shake, he was sucked into Gongshen Fuyun's always warm embrace.

"It's not cold at all." Qin Changluo smiled, but there was everything in this smile, except that he was not happy.

Every snow and every torment in the past 20 years has swept along like a shadow.

Bad past.

He threw this pain to Gongshen Fuyun without hesitation: "Why did you give me hope when I was eight years old, but you only care about me when I am 20 years old?"

He wanted to recall that every time it snowed heavily, someone would hug him in his arms, so that even if his body was cold, his heart would be warm.

Gongshen Fuyun felt wronged, but how would he explain that he went to his eight-year-old dream inexplicably a few days ago?

"Sorry, I'm late."

If you have been misunderstood, then treat it as your own fault, and in the future, just make up for it.

A thick layer of snow has fallen.

It is white and full, stretching as far as the eye can see.

Qin Changluo hated such a beautiful scenery.

His home, the stone house, has the same emptiness in front and back as it does here.

Nothing but himself.

Loneliness is like a shadow.

There will never be any life to answer his despair.

But now that he has it, he knows that no matter what he wants to do, there will be someone who will spoil him.

It feels so good.

It's just that there is too little time to enjoy it.

But this life is all.

"How do you write Fourteen?" Qin Changluo looked at the snowy ground, dazzled, but refused to close his eyes.

Gongshen Fuyun lightly wrote on the snow, and the man traced along the handwriting once.Look gloomy.

fourteen?Why did he learn to write fourteen after asking fifteen?It's not a holiday.

Something seems to be getting wrong.

"Let's get married tomorrow." Qin Changluo looked at the glowing mansion. This place, which he dared not even dream of living in, will belong to him from now on.

A brief silence.

"But you are not happy." Gongshen Fuyun stared at his chest, as if he wanted to dig out the love soul bamboo, "You just want me to be happy."

He suddenly felt that the Love Soul Bamboo was not good at all. If he didn't know that Qin Changluo agreed to the marriage to repay him, he wouldn't mind it.

Not willingly, what's the use of getting it?

Gongshen Fuyun slowly drew his eyes to Qin Changluo's eyes, and then lowered them again.

Before, I never thought of asking him to be willing. I always felt that as long as I kept him by my side, I would be in love with each other.

So far, it seems, it is not.

Love...what should it be like?