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Yan Yijun raised his head slowly, and vaguely saw Duan Huichuan's frightened and angry face, and his slightly trembling arms hugging him tightly.

"Don't...don't be sad...I'm fine..."

He opened his mouth, wanting to give the other party a consoling smile, but the almost uncontrollable blood boiled all over his body, pulling his muscles and bones, as if a steel-poured claw was firmly grasping the heart, convulsing and convulsing Almost to the bone marrow.

As the witch staff was pulled away from the body, dark red and almost black blood trickled out, soaking the hem of the clothes, winding down drop by drop.

The black blood dripped onto the grass, draining the vitality of the flowers and plants in an instant, leaving the soil stained black and clumps of dying flowers under their feet.

Duan Huichuan covered his black wound, and was at a loss for a moment. If possible, he almost wanted to feed him all the dragon blood in his body, but with Yan Yijun's weird and weak state, it is hard to predict what happened.

"What the hell did you do to him!" The anger that had nowhere to vent immediately aimed at the silent culprit not far away, and Duan Huichuan seemed to vent his anger, attracting thunderbolts from the sky, pouring down on him.

It's a pity that all the attacks were in vain. The mighty fire and thunder could not cause any substantial damage to him except that the phantom of the high priest repeatedly faltered between gathering and dispersing.

"As I said, this is the price for his vain attempt to resist the Blood Witch Curse." The high priest frowned and shook his head, sighing in extreme disappointment, "Stupid and stubborn, how long do you think you can last with pain and willpower? "

"What blood witch curse?!" Duan Huichuan calmed down, tightly grasping Yan Yijun's wrist, the most yang and pure spiritual power merged into a line, and carefully transported into the opponent's body.

Seeing his small movements, the high priest sneered slightly: "It's useless."

He raised his hand, and the long sleeves hung down, revealing a dry and aging arm, with black meridians extending from the wrist to the elbow.

"That's the secret method of witches and witches targeting their own blood. He is my son, and my blood flows in his body. When I cast a curse on myself, I cast a curse on him. I control myself just like controlling him."

"...Are you insane?!" Duan Huichuan felt that he would be able to scold all his swear words all his life today, and looked down at Yan Yijun who had his eyes closed, his expression became colder and gloomy.

The high priest didn't think it was disobedient, but smiled lightly: "In the Dragon Clan Ceremony in the past, you took an arrow for you, and the voodoo on it was originally incurable, but this kind of more vicious and powerful witch curse , Diluted the poison of the arrow, and was able to save one, if I didn't do this, he would have died a long time ago."

Duan Huichuan's lips moved, his eagle-like eyes fixed on him: "How to break the curse?!"

The high priest looked back calmly: "I am the only one in this world who can break the curse. Second Crown Prince, as I said before, if you are willing to hand over the holy ring and follow me obediently, I will save him. After all, he is my only one." Son, how can I bear to watch him die?"

"Follow you?" Duan Huichuan frowned deeply.

"Don't believe him...he's going to kill you...don't go..." Yan Yijun's long eyelashes trembled, he tried to open his eyes, his thin and pale fingers clasped his wrist tightly, as if this simple action would exhaust him All the strength.

Duan Huichuan looked deeply at the other party's lips that had faded from the blood, and nodded reassuringly: "I'm not going anywhere, don't worry."

Yan Yijun barely freed one hand, squeezed out the last bit of shamanic power to heal the wound in his stomach, stood up slowly, straightened his back, and tried not to look so embarrassing and weak.

"Let's leave here. I've observed it. His shadow body also has weaknesses...can't leave this forest."

"But the curse on you..." Duan Huichuan supported him, bearing all the weight, but the person in his arms was so light, as if he could be swept away by the wind, but his spine was still as straight as before. The unsheathed sword, like the mountain wind and frost, can't make it bend down.

Yan Yijun slowly brought up a gloomy and arrogant smile: "The high priest won't let me die, but he still wants to spare my life to threaten you, don't you think so? My good "father"?"

The high priest looked at him deeply, silent, seemingly surprised and relieved.

Looking at the direction they left, he didn't continue to attack or chase after them. He stood there for a long time, and said the prophecy in a calm and firm tone: "Your Highness, the second prince, my real body will be in the dragon. The old capital of the Wu Clan in the Yuan Realm, I look forward to your visit."

Duan Huichuan paused slightly with his back turned to his figure, lightly patted the back of Yan Yijun's clenched wrist, hugged him and left the lifeless forest without looking back.

……

When I got home, the setting sun had already sunk, and a few black geese in the sky were chasing the afterglow of the setting sun, like a futile race against time.

Bai Jian and Xu Chen didn't notice the weird atmosphere after they went out for a trip, they played with Zhao Cai in the yard.

in the bathroom.

Duan Huichuan prepared a large vat of medicine bath to strengthen the body and nourish the soul according to the secret method of the dragon clan in the holy ring. He stripped Yan Yijun naked and soaked it in it. The blood witch curse continues to wreak havoc.

It's a pity that there are very few medicinal herbs with spiritual power in this world. Even if he emptied all the stocks and asked the bar owner Fei Xian to rob a lot of them, it was still a drop in the bucket, and the effect was greatly reduced.

"Don't be busy, I'm fine..." Yan Yijun's face recovered a little blood, and the fingers clasped on the edge of the bathtub no longer trembled so much. He grabbed Duan Huichuan's sleeve and pulled him to his side.

After returning to Sichuan and transforming into a dragon, Duan's recovery ability was stronger than before. In one night, even without special treatment, the wounds on his body had scabbed and healed. He changed into home clothes to cover up those ugly marks.

But Yan Yijun refused to let it go, he lifted the hem of the opponent's clothes, and stroked the scars with bloodstains with his cold fingers, his mood was visibly depressed, his eyelashes drooped, leaving a gloomy bruise under his eyes.

"Sorry, I hurt you...does it still hurt?"

Duan Huichuan opened his mouth and grabbed his wrist, biting his wrist like punishment, leaving two rows of extremely shallow tooth marks on it, half-jokingly sweeping away the oppressive atmosphere: "Then when you were still flopping about on the bottom of the sea I scratched my back, why didn't I see an apology?"

"..." Yan Yijun was stunned, and it took him a while to react, he pursed his lips speechlessly, his cheeks blushed, and the corners of his eyes seemed to be smeared with moist rouge, diluting the gloom in his eyes.

Yan Yijun rested his head on the man's chest, sniffing deeply the scent on his body, as long as he possessed this moment, he didn't want to think about anything else, all other sufferings and pains were no longer important up.

"Don't you ask me? About my past, why did the high priest become my father? Don't you doubt that all of this was arranged by him, including our meeting." Yan Yijun smiled self-deprecatingly, He spoke in a low voice.

Duan Huichuan opened his mouth, hesitantly said: "Actually, I... saw it all, in the marriage hole of the big banyan tree in Baijia Village."

"What?" Yan Yijun was slightly startled, and then fell silent, "You really saw those dirty things..."

He lowered his head, twitched the corners of his mouth, closed his eyes deeply, and when he opened them again, he was calm and calm: "Actually, I don't like it, no matter whether it's the witch clan or the dragon clan, and I don't want to be forcibly involved." Before I met you, I was always alone and never lived in a group. Perhaps, I was always a cold and ruthless person. I thought that I would always live like this until The day of death."

Duan Huichuan lifted his face and looked at him seriously: "It's not your fault, it's their fault."

Yan Yijun buried his face in the opponent's arms and did not speak again.

Duan Huichuan patted him on the back soothingly, poured the potion on him one by one: "Does it still hurt?"

Yan Yijun just shook his head, and after a while, there was a muffled voice: "Lantern Festival, I didn't mean to be late, the high priest locked me up and didn't let me see you."

"I guessed it, that perverted old man." Duan Huichuan was very indignant, "He is alone in his own family, so he can't see other people's married life happily! Unfortunately, when I was young, I thought he was just a menopausal zombie face, but I didn't expect it to be this kind Man! This old man is very bad!"

"Cough..." Yan Yijun looked up at him dumbfounded, "We weren't..."

Duan Huichuan was lying on the outside of the bathtub, tilting his head and tilting his face to look at him with a sideways smile, and tapped the tip of his nose with his other hand: "It's not what?"

The words on Yan Yijun's mouth suddenly froze, his ears turned red slightly, he pretended to have a stern face, and said slowly: "You have changed, you were obviously so well-behaved before, but now you can play tricks on senior brother."

Duan Huichuan was speechless and choked, "... You are probably the only one in the world who can describe me as cute, right?"

Yan Yijun held his warm palm and rubbed his cheek lightly: "In my heart, you will always be that little junior brother."

My little golden sun.

Of course, he would never say this sentence, lest this guy will be so proud that his tail would go up to the sky again.

"Is there any other way to solve the blood witch curse on you?" The two of them were tired for a long time, and the final topic still couldn't avoid this heavy mountain.

Yan Yijun was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "I haven't thought of it yet."

Duan Huichuan hesitated and said: "How about... let's go back to Longyuan Realm."

"No!" Yan Yijun suddenly raised his head, like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, all the hairs on his body stand on end, staring at him cautiously, "The high priest can do anything to revive the Witch King, now he knows You are a five-clawed golden dragon with a special bloodline. I don’t know what plans are going on in your heart. You must not take risks. His strength is much stronger than Han Ge. Once he succeeds, it is very likely that there will be another war..."

"I mean, we can go back to Longyuan Daze and find my father. He has great powers. Since he was able to kill the Witch King back then, maybe there is a way." Duan Huichuan frowned, "And what Han Ge said , although I don't really believe it, father is the number one in Longyuan Realm. Logically speaking, no one can hurt him, but if he is fine, why would Han Ge send someone to look for me in this world? I am still a little bit dissatisfied Don't worry. Besides, I haven't settled Han Ge's account with him yet."

Yan Yijun smiled wryly, "Will the Dragon Emperor save me, a member of the Wu clan?"

Duan Huichuan vowed: "I will find a way! However, if you return to Longyuan Daze with me as a member of the Wu clan, it is really inconvenient, so..."

Yan Yijun: "Then what should we do?"

Duan Huichuan laughed maliciously.

The author has something to say:

Switching freely between sweet and salty is so capricious!

Duan: The author is a very bad old man!