IX Cultivation

When he arrived in the Western Continent, the Western Continent worshiped the God of Darkness. Here, he and the half-elves were in danger and had countless adventures. He even entered a strange small space. As a result, the time in the small space did not match the outside world. To him, it was only a hundred years. God, but the outside world has been around for a hundred years.

In fact, the magister is not a person who has the feeling of saving the world. He doesn't have much feeling about the life and death of others. He just does something conveniently. When there is a powerful savior who can resist villains and other characters, the magister is very irresponsible. Retire after success.

The half-elf wanted to follow him, but was rejected by the magister. He was still thinking about the silly dragon he picked up back then. He didn't know if the silly dragon was still waiting for him. If it was, it would be really...

What is it?

The magister didn't know either, but he sent himself to the Eastern Continent immediately with a huge teleportation array. After all, both continents had powerful barriers, so he couldn't go back by himself, and he couldn't even perceive the location of the Dragon Lord.

As soon as the magister who returned to Thrall City stepped out of the magic circle, a tall shadow blocked the light, covering his whole body in the shadow, and hugged himself all of a sudden, almost strangling his bones .

The magister was vigilant for a second, but soon realized that it was Lord Long who was holding him, so he didn't struggle or speak, but just patted Lord Long's back lightly with his hands, just like how long, long ago, the magister patted the baby. The back of the dragon coaxes the baby dragon to sleep like that...

The magister and his stupid dragon lived a peaceful life. The stupid dragon did lose his temper at the beginning, but after only a long time, he was aggrieved and rubbed against the magister again, wrapping the magister in his arms, Said that he had been waiting for the magister for a long, long time...

So long that he thought that the magister had lied to him and eloped with that bitch the Elf King.

Of course, Lord Long didn’t say the above sentence, he just rubbed against his magister stickyly with a sullen face, ignited the fire, then extinguished the fire, and successfully filled the magister with another belly of dragon essence, Magisters are not allowed to wash off.

The magister was tired and fell asleep, so he didn't notice the abnormality of his dragon. He didn't notice that his dragon was still looking at him quietly with those golden pupils open in the dead of night, and the city of Thrall was also strangely quiet. .

——I knew that he liked me better.

Long thought faintly.

——But what to do, I'm still very angry.

The dragon hugged the magister in his arms even tighter.

——I really want to swallow him in one gulp, otherwise he always runs away and I can't find him.

—No, no, he wouldn't be happy in that.

——That’s why you shouldn’t come out of the ruins!He should be with me forever, just the two of us!

—No, he won't like it... I don't want to upset him.

Later, the magister cultivated and rested for a period of time, but couldn't bear the resentful eyes of the stupid dragon, and followed Lord Long back to the ruins.

When passing by the elf forest, I found that the half-elf has become the new elf king, but that has nothing to do with the magister, and the magister doesn't care.

The magister has more important things to worry about, because...he seems to have a dragon egg.

This is really a strange thing, but it happened to him, and the magister couldn't find the reason after much deliberation. Maybe it was because he ate strange things in the Western Continent and won the prize when he came back.

The stupid dragon couldn't be happier, he insisted on letting the magister wait in the ruins until the dragon egg was born before leaving, otherwise the outside world would be so dangerous, what if he accidentally miscarried?

The magister was forced to raise a fetus here. The stupid dragon was busy building a home every day in order to create a perfect environment for raising the fetus. After the magister gave birth to a dragon egg, the small house was already too warm, and the magister didn't bother to move. live here.

Therefore, the magister and the dragon didn't know that there was a big battle outside. In order to snatch the heart of the magic stone, the outside world became more riddled with holes than the ruins.

When the dragon egg that the magister held every day suddenly broke its shell and a soft little dragon cub emerged, the Dark Temple had already defeated the Light Temple, and the four continents were torn apart.

They need a powerful magician as a sacrifice, and absorb its continuous magic power to open the gate of the gods and make everyone a god.

In the end, when they found the magister, they found a more useful dragon family.

Long Jun was captured in order to protect the cub and locked in a huge cage. Seeing the cub crying, the magister suddenly became more aggressive, but he still couldn't fight against so many people.

In the end, two dragons, one big and one small, were taken away.

When the magister exchanged his life for strength to save two stupid dragons in the dark temple and ruined the plan of the dark temple, the magister's life also came to an end.

"Xiao Hei, take good care of the little things, do you understand?"

"Um……"

"Don't keep fighting with two heads, you will become more and more stupid."

"it is good……"

"Xiao Hei... Live well, don't let me down, or I won't be waiting for you in the next life..."

"……Um."

Lord Long and Xiaolong watched the magister's body disappear gradually, uncontrollably turning into the original shape, his inner thoughts of obeying the magister and his desire to destroy the world and let everyone be buried with him reached the peak at the same time.

The dragon's golden pupil shrank slightly, and he controlled a huge sword to split himself in half, splitting his heart and soul alive.

Afterwards, the dragon chant continued...

The sky was blood-colored.

222. You will regret it...

Dragon Lord organizes a 'carnival' every once in a while.

The people who come to the 'carnival' every time are different, but they all have the same characteristic.

That is, everyone who went there has a high status in the eyes of outsiders, has anti-social pathological fanaticism, and desires destruction and destruction.

Long Jun met Yan Zhijue at a certain 'carnival', and their appearances were all disguised, and the other side was vented in this way.

Over time, even though they knew who the people wearing the masks were, no one revealed it. They just separated the real life from the real self in the dark. The not-so-good world is in chaos.

Yan Zhijue is very good at observing others. Although he is occasionally absent due to his health, he was behind the planning of the escape routes for several explosions, extortion and robberies, and it was Long Jun who rushed to the front to vent his dissatisfaction with this boring world.

Both of them have something to do with each other, and the relationship has a strange balance of mutual restraint.

So much so that when Long Jun knew that he had been included in Yan Zhijue's plan a long time later, apart from disgust, he was not too surprised.

Because things have already happened, Lord Long never regrets what happened. He always knew what he wanted, so he woke up from a big dream and wanted to find his 'treasure'.

Long Jun has many puzzles about himself in another world, like he can't understand why he would do those stupid actions to please men, but it is undeniable that men seem to like him more... that's him.

At the end of the dream, Long Jun saw that he did not have the restraint of his other half, made the mainland a mess, and even blamed himself. He thought that if he was not always looking forward and backward, if he was tougher, stronger, and more powerful, there would be many things. Neither will happen, he ruined the other half of himself, and turned a blind eye to the poor crying dragon.

The dead half said【You will regret it...】

The indifferent Dragon Lord doesn't care, he doesn't want any weak things anymore...

He could feel that this kind of thought didn't appear suddenly, it seemed that it had always existed, and was finally realized by him in the dream world.

But the reason why he became like this in the first place, wasn't he wanting to possess all spirits?Obviously it was because he wanted to get him, so he did this.If you have power but lose him, wouldn't it be putting the cart before the horse?

It is not easy to doubt the beliefs that I have been firm from birth to now, but when Long Jun woke up, he thought so, and sat in his and Wan Ling's small home for a while, made a few phone calls, After calling the family doctor to come here directly to treat the wound on his head, Long Jun at least on the surface returned to his former indifference and strength.

He dealt with some things neatly, and waited for a long time at Wanfu Wanmu's house before Wan Ling came back slowly. Long Jun felt that he probably killed the other half of himself completely, so now he really can't do it. Come out to explain things, etc., he just followed behind Wan Ling, even though Wan Ling never looked at him from the beginning to the end, like a stranger...

Long Jun gradually no longer has absolute desire for power and power, he also bought a building diagonally opposite Wan Ling's house, and began to stand in the same embarrassing and helpless position as several other unsightly Wan Ling's predecessors, I started to prepare for being ignored for a long time, I started to nod my love rival occasionally when I met, I started to learn to wait, and I started to embark on a long road of pursuit.

Just let time soften the ugly relationship that was tied up in the cocoon at the beginning, and after such a chase, it will last five years.

And five years later, when Wan Ling was almost 40 years old, Wan Ling had been promoted to the director of the psychiatric department. child.

For example, now, Wan Ling is driving to pick up three little things from school.

And the co-pilot is already sitting on a young boy who is about to enter junior high school. The boy is holding three lollipops in his hands. He is as quiet as Wan Ling. His unopened profile looks very beautiful, like a little prince. .

The little prince's name is naturally Wan Ou.

Wan Ou leaves school much earlier than kindergarten, holding three candies to coax children, very obedient, I don't know whose eyes look at Wan Ling, the dark