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A golden sun rose brilliantly over the sea.

The bright and warm sunshine dispelled last night's violent wind, rain, storm and thunder, and the waters near the Tia Islands returned to the calmness of the past. The blue sea reflected the clear sky, and occasionally a few seagulls flapped their wings and flew pass by.

Moonlight feasts and auctions across the archipelago were suspended, and people gathered in hotels, eager for traffic and communications to return to normal.

Fortunately, the unbelievable and strange scenes mainly happened at sea and in the air, and the damage to the island was not great, except that the auction venue needed to be rebuilt.

Only one night later, the miraculous black dragon incident began to spread wildly on the Internet, and almost everyone was a witness.

It's a pity that because the electronic equipment on the whole island is so disordered that it is almost scrapped, except for the eyes and vague memory of the tourists, there is no equipment that can record the thrilling experience of last night.

So in the absence of strong evidence, witnesses and the Jianchao Party set off round after round of scolding wars.

And some people in the know, especially the business leaders at the auction that night, kept silent about the details of the incident, and no one wanted to reveal too much. After all, it was embarrassing to be scared out of their wits that night.

As for the missing diamond crown, no one dared to trace its whereabouts.

After discovering that Yan Yijun and Duan Huichuan had teamed up to cheat him, the Patriarch of the Duan family originally planned to renege on his debt, but now, how dare he fart?He could only make up the balance obediently, praying day and night that Duan Huichuan would forget about himself.

In the end, this supernatural event, which is talked about all over the world, came to an end with a small probability of natural wonders and the hype of the organizer of the moonlight feast.

Not long after the incident, the Tia Islands ushered in the peak period of tourism, that is already a story.

The open sea stretches as far as the eye can see.

Zhaocai picked up a piece of driftwood from somewhere, grabbed it and floated back and forth with the waves, yawned boredly, drooped his head little by little, almost fell asleep, and sat on the plane all night, but Tired it out.

There is no concept of time in the vast sea. After an unknown period of time, two heads emerged from the water, and Zhaocai woke up with a start. Seeing that one of the heads belonged to the owner, he immediately let out a long cry of joy, To express ardent thoughts of the master:

"The scourge of the millennium! The scourge of the millennium!"

Duan Huichuan: "...Your skin is itchy again, aren't you?"

He waved at Zhaocai with a dark face, and the latter hurriedly flew to his side, with his little furry head close to his cheek, arching back and forth, finally confirming that its owner was still panting.

Yan Yijun was held in his arms, with his head resting on his shoulders, the ambiguous blush hadn't faded from the corners of his eyes, and his voice was still hoarse and tired: "I didn't expect that Zhaocai would come all the way to protect the Lord, whose pet has For being so loyal, you should reward others well."

Zhaocai nodded again and again, proudly raised the red feather on his head: "You're right! You're right!"

"This guy can't stand praise, he can go to heaven if he says a good word." Duan Huichuan patted its head, although he was disgusted in his mouth, he flicked it without hesitation, and a drop of bright red blood shot out , suspended in front of Zhaocai, under the sunlight, the crystal clear blood beads faintly flowed with a pale golden luster.

The blood essence, which is terrifying to other lower species, is like sweet cheese to Zhaocai, a half-demon who grew up bathed in the breath of the master, swallowing it in one gulp. The whole body melted, and the fiery heat filled the internal organs.

The semi-demon parrot raised its head and let out a long whistle, then it flapped its wings, and its body grew bigger and bigger. Its bright feathers were like newborns, its claws were like eagles, and its wings were like hanging clouds. The momentum of its rapid ascent almost frightened the sharks and whales on the bottom of the sea. They all shy away.

Zhaocai hovered in the air in a majestic manner, then swooped down again, the splash of water almost splashed the two of them.

Duan Huichuan shook his head helplessly, motioned for it to come down, hugged Yan Yijun onto Zhaocai's broad back, the mana flowed, and instantly evaporated the wet clothes sticking to his body.

"Okay, I've paid the bonus too, thank you for taking us back!" the unscrupulous master smiled, and stroked the circle of soft hair on Zhaocai's neck.

Coolies attract money: "???"

The short and exciting journey finally came to an end.

The two returned to W City, put up the signboard of the office again, and opened for business.

Duan Huichuan specially ordered a pair of gold-plated signboards—he originally wanted to make them pure gold, but he thought it would be a big loss if someone pried them away, so he had no choice but to choose the second best because of the difficulty of getting back, and he still hated it. Gilt is not worthy of her majestic and handsome self.

Regarding this, Xu Chen and Bai Jian have complained countless times in private. How come the boss went out for a trip, and when he came back, he became narcissistic?

Boss Duan was not aware of this.

After solving the ring and the "disease" that has plagued him for more than 20 years, the past is gradually recovering in the depths of his memory. The only thing that makes him a little concerned is the words Han Ge said before he disappeared.

How is father now?What are his unfinished words referring to?

At the ceremony in the past, who shot the last voodoo arrow that was originally shot at him but was blocked by his senior brother at the last moment?Is it Hango?

After he fell down the altar of reincarnation, how did the senior brother get rid of the poison and escape from the hands of the Black Dragon Guard?

Some doubts have been solved, but it has triggered a series of new troubles.

Duan Huichuan sometimes couldn't tell whether the 20 years in this world were a fantasy, or the past as a young dragon was a distant dream?

The only thing that hasn't changed is still the man who is by her side.

"What are you thinking? The chicken wings are going to be burnt." Yan Yijun couldn't stand it any longer. He snatched the chicken wing skewers from Duan Huichuan's hand, carefully peeled off the burnt black skin, and sprinkled the seasoning again.

Xu Chen clamored for an autumn outing, so Duan Huichuan closed his business for a day and took the whole family to the outskirts of the city for a picnic.

The autumn is high and the clouds are light, and the sunshine is just right.

Duan Huichuan sniffed the fragrance of wild sweet-scented osmanthus, stared at the weak flames of the barbecue grill, and fell asleep. There was nothing he could do. The climate here was so comfortable that even a dragon wanted to take a nap occasionally.

He leaned limply on Yan Yijun's shoulder, as if he had no bones, and the fragrant cumin smell wafted over the tip of his nose. He sneezed suddenly, and asked lazily, "Can't you eat yet?"

"No, it's not cooked yet." Yan Yijun resolutely slapped off his paw that was trying to steal the chicken wings.

Duan Huichuan licked his dry lips, drew a huge arc in the air with both hands, and gestured: "I still remember that time when we secretly went to the spiritual spring of the sacrificial tower to catch fish. To see such a big spirit crab, tsk tsk, how pitiful, it’s been a long time since you cultivated for nearly a hundred years, and you just cut it into pieces like this.”

Yan Yijun turned over the chicken wings in his hand, and glanced at him with a half-smile: "They all went into someone's stomach."

Duan Huichuan pursed his lips and smiled reservedly: "Who made the meat of the spirit crab so fat and fresh, especially the tender crab claws, the taste, tsk tsk, how can I resist it? Hmm—"

Yan Yijun stuffed the grilled wings into his mouth, blocked the chattering mouth, cut off the straps of the grilled hairy crabs, and peeled off the shells one by one. Fragrant steam burst out of the white and tender crab meat in an instant , so greedy that the onlookers almost bit off their tongues.

"Brother is bragging again, how can there be such a big crab." Xu Chen held a bunch of chicken feet and complained vaguely.

Duan Huichuan raised his eyebrows at him mysteriously: "You brat, haven't you seen it before, brother will bring you a long-sighted one next time."

Yan Yijun divided the dishes among several people, and the three of them grabbed one bird and one bird, and shook their heads helplessly.

While they were scrambling for food, Yan Yijun, who was free, glanced at the vibrating mobile phone, his eyes narrowed, the message from the whipman was so urgent, could something have happened?

Duan Huichuan gnawed off a hairy crab, raised his eyes to see a green butterfly with black flames resting on Yan Yijun's fingertips, his eyebrows moved slightly: "What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's just some aftermath. It's nothing serious." Yan Yijun lightly moved his fingertips, and Bidie instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared without a trace. "I have some things to deal with, and I'll be back soon."

Duan Huichuan opened his mouth, swallowed back some doubts that were about to come out, and finally nodded: "Then go back early."

The re-condensed blue butterflies are like a ray of green will-o'-the-wisp, passing silently through the empty woods in the suburbs.

Yan Yijun followed its guidance and stopped in front of an open space.

The dense shade of the trees above blocked the sunlight, only when the leaves were rustling by the wind, occasionally a little leaked from the gaps, mottled on the ground covered with dead leaves.

The woods are completely silent, not even the sound of birds, and I don't know what it is to escape from.

Yan Yijun trampled on the dead branches and leaves, and stood quietly under a big tree. The mobile phone had lost signal, so he simply turned it off and stuffed it back into his pocket.

"Since you invited me here, why don't you show yourself?"

His voice spread far away at a leisurely pace, and there was a soft rustling sound in the wind, like footsteps, or something dragging over fallen leaves.

Until a familiar silver whip was placed at his feet.

Yan Yijun held the whip in his hand, the original green light had completely lost its luster, and it was hanging powerlessly from both ends of his palm, like a dying silver snake.

A middle-aged man in a plain white sacrificial robe slowly stepped out from behind the tree.

The long black hair hangs down on the temples, like a waterfall on the shoulders, the face is as stiff as a marble sculpture, the muscles on the cheeks are tense, and the corners of the eyes have been carved with fine wrinkles by the years.

Although his appearance is not as old as the old man's, but the vicissitudes of life in his eyes seem to have been engraved with hundreds of rings.

"Long time no see, my disciple." The man's voice was as old as his eyes, and his tone was leisurely, as if reminiscing about the past.

"High Priest..." Yan Yijun clenched his fist hard, then slowly released it, suppressing the shock in his eyes, and looked at him with complex and awe-inspiring eyes.

His eyes were serious, his brows were furrowed, and he said slowly, "Whipkeeper, you sent me to watch over me?"

The high priest seemed quite disappointed with his words, shook his head and said, "If you act according to the agreement you made with me, he will be your most capable and loyal helper."

Yan Yijun's eyebrows moved slightly: "Did you kill him?"

The high priest shook his head again, pointing to the silver whip in his hand: "He has lost his proper function. I just punished him slightly and made him return to his original appearance. I am willing to forgive anyone. Occasionally make mistakes, but you must not make mistakes again and again."

"Especially you, my most proud disciple and my only...son."

Hearing this strange address, long-lasting memories broke through the prison of time, rushing in with determination, Yan Yijun didn't say a word, squinted his eyes, and responded to his words with silent mockery and indifference.

The high priest didn't think of his son's indifference, and continued to stare at Yan Yijun with compassionate and loving eyes, like every kind father who cares for his children: "My child, you shouldn't let yourself indulge in your children's affection, you He has a more important mission on his shoulders."

"What mission?" Yan Yijun smiled lightly, his expression becoming more and more calm.

The high priest was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, he spoke with unquestionable momentum: "As a descendant of the witch king, you should know the situation of the tribe, and you should also know that the resurrection of the witch king is the rebirth and rebirth of our witch tribe. The best shortcut to get the status you deserve, instead of being involved in the power strife within the Dragon Clan and being cannon fodder for the charge."

Yan Yijun laughed even more ironically: "Isn't it your acquiescence to collaborate with the eldest prince Han Ge? Besides, the Witch King has been dead for so many years, and you still pin all your hopes on a dead man. So what if Jie can't resurrect him? Now that the witch clan is split up and doing their own thing, in this world, they live a very stable and prosperous life, why force them to be involved in this bottomless whirlpool?"

He paused for a moment, and finally said what he wanted to say decades ago: "The Witch Clan has never given me anything. It wasn't there when my mother died, and it wasn't there when I was struggling. , Now why come here again, asking me to betray my lover and give everything for it?"

The high priest's face darkened, and he said heavily: "Don't forget, if I hadn't rescued you, you would have died in that dark cave!"

"Yes." Yan Yijun smiled wistfully, "When I was locked in the cave, I also fantasized about whether my father would come to save me if he was still alive. Our mother and son ignored it until you showed up, took me to the sacrificial tower, and let me meet Huichuan. I finally started to live a normal life, and I finally forgot those hatreds. I fulfilled my duty as a master, and I was really happy and grateful to you at that time, even if I don’t have a father, it doesn’t matter, at least I still have a master and a younger brother.”

"But I didn't expect that the master I had always admired was the father who abandoned his wife. It turned out that I was not saved by you at the right time, but because you wanted to find a chess piece that could be easily controlled by blood witchcraft. Thinking about it, there is still blood flowing out!"