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In the dark sky, the full moon cleared away the clouds and mist, and shed a hazy silver light.

In the garden after the drizzle, the leaden gray stones of the rockery were whitened by the moonlight.

Yan Yijun clasped his hands behind his back, and the dark green witch power condensed into a seal in his palm.

He is no longer the frail child many years ago. Since he was rescued by the high priest from the dark cave and came to the sacrificial tower to cultivate, he has been soaking in the sea of ​​books and learning day and night, absorbing knowledge like a sponge.

When the children of the same age were still playing and laughing, he could only be accompanied by penance, and he put in a hundred times and a thousand times more effort than others, and he was born and died in the trials to awaken his blood, just to avenge his hatred with his own hands one day.

The power of hatred supported this body like a walking corpse. He hibernated while grinding his teeth and sucking blood, and survived with his last breath. He has always been good at forbearance.

The high priest told him that he was just one of the thousands of unfortunate descendants of the Wu tribe, and there were many others of the same tribe who were suffering the same suffering.

Yan Yijun didn't have any concept of clans, for so many years, his mother was the only one of his clan.

Are those people persecuting them just because they are not of the same race?

Now, he was finally able to kill the enemy with his own hands, and even slaughtered the entire village bloodily. Once the vengeance was avenged, he should feel happy and gratified, but those sad pasts did not let him go, they ate away at his heart Heart, coagulated hot blood.

The pillar of survival seemed to be taken away suddenly, so he was left alone in the devastated abyss, looking around blankly, not knowing where to go.

Yan Yijun took a deep breath, got rid of the redundant and chaotic emotions in his brain for a moment, and slowly walked around the rockery. The "enemy" who was expected to be lurking in the dark finally came to light under the moonlight——

For a moment, Yan Yijun forgot to breathe.

It was a dark-gold young dragon, unable to practice well enough to take human form, like a two-headed doll, with a pair of tender horns that had just forked on its forehead, goose yellow, trembling so that people worried that it would not It will fall off, the dark gold dragon scales on the tail are not fully grown, and the tip is still slightly milky white.

The little dragon cub who failed to peek and was caught was startled. He noticed that Yan Yijun's eyes fell on his bald tail, so he stretched out his legs and kicked him embarrassedly, as if hiding his tail behind him so that the other party could not see him. .

Yan Yijun has seen many alien races in the sacrificial tower, including the dragon clan. As the ruler of Longyuan Realm, the dragon clan has always been high above them, so it is not easy to see them, let alone a cub that should be strictly guarded.

Seeing him in a daze, the young dragon bravely climbed up the rockery with its four short legs. The height of the rockery was enough to make it look at him. The pupils glowed with a faint golden color.

That is the color of the sun.

Yan Yijun inexplicably thought of irrelevant things. Without a doubt, the golden young dragon in front of him was the most beautiful dragon he had ever seen in his life. He didn't know why this little dragon appeared here, and Unknown, God's will has tied their different destinies firmly together with a red thread.

At this moment, Yan Yijun suddenly had an indescribable urge to reach out and touch this beautiful little golden dragon, just like how he tried to reach out when he was imprisoned in a dark cave many years ago. , I want to touch the unreachable sunshine.

When the little dragon cub saw the man reaching out to him without saying a word, it didn't feel any hostility, nor was it afraid - it was fearless in the first place.

It even imitated the opponent's movements and stretched out its own claws—then the two palms touched each other lightly in the air.

Yan Yijun smiled slightly, not surprised that the proud dragon would refuse his touch, but he still didn't give up, changed his hand, reached out from another angle, and wanted to touch its tail.

The little dragon cub reacted very quickly, and his paws touched his palm again.

The young dragon tilted his head and blinked, then suddenly said, "Do you want to give me a high five?"

Then it withdrew its paws and looked at him expectantly. The dragon's tail couldn't help but cocked up and swished excitedly, as if waiting for the third high-five.

Yan Yijun: "..."

At that time, he hadn't realized how shaky their actions were at this moment.

"Don't play anymore?" Xiao Jinlong lowered his tail in disappointment, but moved his nose closer, wrinkling the tip of his nose slightly, "You smell like blood..."

Yan Yijun's face changed slightly, he almost forgot that he was still covered in the blood of his enemy, like a murderous ghost.

Before he could react, a wet tongue had already licked up, covering his face with a bear.

"Bah, bah, bah——" the young dragon frowned, spat exaggeratedly, and stuck out his tongue with a sad face, "It's really bad."

It smells like you're still licking...

Yan Yijun simply didn't know what expression to put on this weird young dragon. His dull and monotonous life had no experience in dealing with this kind of situation, and he had never met such an inconspicuous guy. Got licked clean.

But the hands, as well as the clothes, were dirty, with a dark red blood solidified.Before that, Yan Yijun didn't care too much, anyway, no one saw him lose his composure.

But now, the sticky and bloody feeling all over his body really made him a little uncomfortable.

The young dragon pinched his nose, disgusted, but he did not leave the man and run away, but opened his mouth to face the dark sky, and howled in a moderate voice: "Aw!"

Yan Yijun looked at him inexplicably, almost thinking that the young dragon was summoning his elders to arrest him, a suspicious alien.

But I saw a cloud floating from nowhere in the depths of the night, white and soft like cotton candy, this cloud descended from the sky, and just landed on top of Yan Yijun's head, and immediately after that, big raindrops poured down on the top of Yan Yijun's head. He was drenched inside and out!

"..." Yan Yijun managed to brush away the wet black hair sticking to his body, and looked at Xiao Jinlong inexplicably.

The clouds that completed the mission dissipated, and a sense of clarity and transparency emerged spontaneously. Yan Yijun's witch power circulated all over his body, and the dampness evaporated in a blink of an eye. Only then did he feel that it was not ordinary. The rain, but the spiritual rain formed by the condensed spiritual energy to the extreme.

Don't say it's just blood stains, any filth and filth can be easily washed away.

Even the dark and dirty mind seems to be purified and washed.

Yan Yijun, who had become clean and tidy again, showed his original appearance. Xiao Jinlong put two paws on his chest, looked at him carefully for a moment, and said in surprise: "So you look so good-looking!"

Yan Yijun was slightly startled, and then gave a rare long-lost smile.

In his memory, since his mother passed away, he has never received any praise or praise, as if the only thing left in his unchanging life was sharp curses.

After following the high priest to practice in the sacrificial tower, at the beginning, because he hadn't communicated with others for a long time, he couldn't even speak well, so in the eyes of other brothers and sisters, he was a withdrawn and weird person.

No one saw his masochistic assiduousness, only his astonishing speed of improvement and talent against heaven, so jealousy and hypocritical compliments followed.

No one has ever sincerely praised him, even the high priest who taught him, only treated him with unsmiling sternness.

"What's your name?" Yan Yijun thought for a while, and finally asked this question. For so many years, he rarely talked to others unless necessary, let alone a rare young dragon.

Xiao Jinlong was surprised again: "What, so you can talk?"

Yan Yijun: "..."

He suddenly felt that it might be a mistake to ignore it.

"My name is Huichuan!" Xiao Jinlong stood up straight, very proud of his name, "The egg hatched by Wangchuan!"

He didn't realize that his name was not fundamentally different from Chunsheng, Lusheng and other local names.

Yan Yijun pursed his lips and looked at it: "Aren't you afraid of me? As you can see, I'm covered in blood, so maybe I have bad intentions for you."

"Why should I be afraid of you?" The young dragon blinked suspiciously, then held its head high, as if its dignity as a dragon had been offended, and its milky white dragon tail angrily slapped on the stone, uttering "pa ji ba ji" "the sound of.

"I'm a masculine tofu! Fearless! You should be afraid of me!"

"..." Yan Yijun was silent for a moment, and couldn't help it anymore, he burst out laughing.

The dragon's tail slapped more urgently, and the little dragon cub, Long Yan, was furious: "What are you laughing at?"

Yan Yijun looked at him with eyes full of smiles, and the brows were illuminated by the bright moonlight, soft and dignified: "Laugh at you, you are cute."

Anger was stuck on the young dragon's face, his immature and fair face was blushed with embarrassment, the two dragon horns trembled, and they bowed to the sides reservedly: "Although you are telling the truth, but it seems For the sake of your praise, my lord has a lot, so I don't care about it with you."

After all, it scratched and fumbled in the scales with its two short claws for a long time, and took out a small piece of dark golden dragon egg, and held it in front of him as if offering a treasure: "This is for you, you will be my cover from now on." Yes! If someone bullies you, report my name! When I'm not around, it will protect you for me!"

The bright and flying smile of the little boy was clearly visible under the moonlight. He didn't know that a word he wanted to say would leave such a deep imprint.

Yan Yijun froze in place for a long time, protecting him?Use this small body with a bicep?He suddenly felt that he couldn't laugh or cry, and deep in his heart, there was another burst of sorrow and joy. Apart from the deceased mother, would anyone in this world want to protect him?

But the overwhelming longing and hope flooded in an instant, irresistible and irresistible. After he had long been used to being alone and endured countless lonely and cold nights in silence, it turned out that he still had a ray of warmth for the world. Yearn for.

Even if they meet by chance, with an unintentional remark, they can't wait to reach out to that ray of light.

"You haven't said what your name is yet." Seeing that the other party was absent-minded and silent, Xiao Jinlong dissatisfiedly pushed him with the dragon's horn.

"Yan Yijun." After a long silence, he spoke softly, but his tone was extremely solemn.

Xiao Jinlong repeated his name in a low voice, and frowned, "It's so awkward. What should I call you, Yan Yijun? Brother Yan? Xiao Yijun?"

"..." Yan Yijun pressed his forehead helplessly, the other party was still chattering, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and stretched out two fingers to pinch the young dragon's chattering mouth.

"Hmm!" The little dragon cub waved its short claws and patted its tail angrily.

"Are you also practicing in the Pagoda?" Yan Yijun smiled slightly, with a gentle tone, with a little coaxing and imperceptible expectation, "I am older than you, so please call me Senior Brother."

The young dragon pursed his mouth, looked sideways at him, and was full of anger. Yan Yijun took out a small bunch of purple-red fruits from the storage bag, and the alluring fragrance immediately attracted its attention: "Amber vermilion fruit!"

The young dragon's round eyes were glued to the ruddy and pleasant fruit, and it reached its neck to pick it up, but then realized that it was still angry, and put its two short claws in its arms, eagerly looking over.

Yan Yijun smiled, picked a fruit, waved it in front of its eyes, and said seductively: "Be obediently call me brother, this is for you to eat."

"You are so bad!" The little dragon cub was heartbroken, and was very indignant at the unkindness he met. Fortunately, he gave the other party his precious dragon egg fragments. He was so good-looking, but he didn't expect his heart to be so bad!

As a proud Dragon Clan, it will not be easily subdued!

"Don't forget it." Yan Yijun remained unmoved, and made a gesture to take back the fruit.

"Brother!"

The little golden dragon rushed forward without hesitation, and grabbed his finger with a groan.

……

Yan Yijun had never slept so soundly, he was immersed in the sweet dream he once had, and he almost didn't want to wake up.

But there was a familiar voice in his ear urging him tirelessly: "Wake up! Wake up!"

He frowned slightly, and opened his eyes reluctantly.

Who is calling him?

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