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Han Ge stared at his father's back in a daze, showing an expression of disbelief, and murmured, almost out of tune: "Impossible..."

Duan Huichuan and Yan Yijun looked at each other. The secret buried in the depths of the years, while shocked, made them feel a little unreal, but these words were spoken by the Dragon Emperor himself, no matter how absurd they were, they couldn't help it. unacceptable fact.

The Dragon Emperor looked at a group of geese fluttering their wings and pounced into the clouds, his deep eyes were sunk in the memories of the past, and his tone was still faint:

"The dragon emperors of the Dragon Clan are all five-clawed golden dragons, but not every five-clawed golden dragon can give birth to the same bloodline, so once a dragon egg that is likely to hatch a five-clawed golden dragon appears in the clan, it is always accompanied by conflicts from all sides. Bloody storm."

"At that time, the Witch King and his henchmen were ready to move. In order to quell the chaos, I failed to protect Huichuan's mother and caused her death. The Witch King noticed the vision in her womb and tried to snatch the dragon egg. I did everything I could. After suppressing the Witch King at a price, I was also seriously injured. The remnants of the Witch Clan who followed the Witch King were unwilling to fail and retaliated frequently. In order to let Huichuan be born safely, I had to block the news and lied that he was just picked up by the Wangchuan River .”

The Dragon Emperor turned around and stared fixedly at the distraught eldest son, with disappointment and regret in his eyes: "My compensation for Huichuan is regarded by you as unfair and partial, and it is natural for you to feel dissatisfied, but you should never sacrifice At the grand ceremony, they tried to murder him! Now they are in a situation where there is no redemption!"

Han Ge's lips muttered for a while, and finally he laughed at himself. He raised his eyes to look at him, and finally asked unwillingly: "Actually, despite the compensation, in your heart, you still love your second brother more, right, my father?"

The Dragon Emperor didn't answer this sentence, but sighed lightly: "You really look like me."

He waved away the barrier and ordered the Black Dragon Guard to take Han Ge away.

Although he didn't answer a single word, Han Ge already understood - ever since he could remember, in order to win the favor of his father, he always tried his best to learn from him and imitate him, and even lost himself in the end.

And people are always wary and alienated from people who are too similar to themselves.

A soul-stirring rebellion finally subsided, and the Dragon Emperor ordered the Great Elder to deal with the aftermath, clean the elders' house, and root out Han Ge's gangsters.

Just when Duan Huichuan heaved a sigh of relief, something happened——

He was holding Yan Yijun's hand, and was about to follow the Dragon Emperor back to Jiuxiao Temple, but Yan Yijun's body suddenly shook, and his whole body suddenly twitched and trembled!

"Senior Brother! What's wrong with you?" Duan Huichuan was startled, and hurriedly turned around and hugged him.

The man's body was terribly weak and light, no heavier than a feather. Yan Yijun opened his eyes with all his strength, and with the last bit of strength, he opened his fingers little by little, and stood up staggeringly: "It's okay... you Do not come near me……"

A few words, as if exhausting all his strength, the suffocating darkness swept over again, Yan Yijun's eyes were dark, and the violent blood was boiling in his body, fighting endlessly, no matter how suppressed it would be of no avail.

He could no longer hear what Duan Huichuan was saying. In the black and white faded vision, there was only a blurry figure in front of him who kept opening and closing his mouth.

Can't hurt him... can't...

Yan Yijun echoed this sentence over and over in his mind, his empty eyes were at a loss, he didn't know where he was going, where he came and went, but he still remembered his junior brother.

The only way to hurt him is absolutely not!

Yan Yijun held the sharp witch's stick in trembling hands, gritted his teeth and pierced himself, as if only severe pain could force him out of the abyss.

"Yan Yijun!" Duan Huichuan clung tightly to his hand holding the witch's stick, the veins in his fragile wrist bulged, and he could even clearly see the blood surging under the blue veins!

Yan Yijun had completely lost his sanity, Duan Huichuan was heartbroken looking at such a senior brother, he clenched his back molars, his tight cheeks protruded from the shape of his cheekbones, his calm face was as cold as marble.

The death scythe hanging above the heads of the two finally came down at this moment!

Without saying a word, Duan Huichuan cut his hands behind his back, picked up the man and rushed into the Nine Heavens Palace.

in the main hall.

Countless bright pearls were lit up on the Panlongzhu for the first time, and the main hall was brightly lit and upright, and it was no longer the dark and quiet appearance at the beginning.

The Dragon Emperor sits on the Dragon Throne of the Jade Platform, with the Milky Way floating above his head, flowing slowly, and the cloud patterns on the hem of the hanging clothes are dimly displayed, flowing with a magnificent and misty luster.

When Duan Huichuan hurried to find him, he finished talking about the entanglement between Yan Yijun and the high priest's father and son in a few words, and hurriedly asked about the solution to the blood witch curse. .

The man was clearly unconscious in extreme pain, but he was able to restrain the bloodthirsty impulse of the blood witch curse and endured it silently until now.

"There is only one solution to the blood witch's curse. Either the person casting the curse will die, or the person caught by the curse will die. In other words, only one of him and his father Yan Zhe can survive."

Duan Huichuan's heart sank, he looked down at the pale man with closed eyes, frowned and said: "Then is there any way to temporarily suppress it? At least to make him less painful, I tried to use dragon blood on him before Take a bath, but after a long time, it will not be effective."

The Dragon Emperor sighed secretly, and said slowly: "In the Qingyi Hall for Han Ge's retreat and practice, there is a spring cold pool, and underneath is solid ice that will not melt for thousands of years. It has the effect of refreshing and calming the mind. Use it to create an ice cube coffin, temporarily sealing this person can calm down the restless blood witch curse."

"I know!" Duan Huichuan smiled wryly, he didn't expect that his father is not omnipotent, and he still has to go to the last step after all.

Qingyi Hall.

It seems that this place is covered by ice and snow all the year round, and the white mist is as misty as smoke on the cold pool. The palace that lost its owner is empty and cold, and there are only lotus flowers dotting the water surface coldly.

Across the crystal-like ice coffin, Duan Huichuan silently stared at Yan Yijun's sleeping face, his lips had lost all blood color, as if they were drowned in frost.

If he hadn't been poisoned by voodoo in order to protect him from the arrow at the sacrificial ceremony in the past, how could the high priest detoxify him with the blood witch curse.

If it wasn't that he was so useless, trapped by the trapped dragon formation, and injured in Han Ge's hands, how could Yan Yijun use his witch power to save him...

Duan Huichuan lay on the cold coffin surface, put his cheek against it, and rubbed lightly: "I will save you. Brother, you have to stay here obediently and wait for me to come back."

The sleeping man in the ice coffin seemed to move a bit, but when he looked carefully, it seemed to be just his illusion.

Duan Huichuan smiled lowly, his eyes lingered for the last time, as if saying goodbye to him in silence, he turned around and walked out of Qingyi Hall resolutely.

Behind him that he couldn't see, the eyelashes of the man in the ice coffin moved slightly, and a teardrop rolled silently from the corner of his eye.

As soon as Duan Huichuan stepped out of the hall, he saw the Dragon Emperor standing in the clouds.I don't know how long I stood there, with my back to him, looking at the endless sea of ​​clouds, silent.

The morning light gradually spread over the clouds, gently illuminating his figure, Duan Huichuan looked at such a cold and silent father, his heart was suddenly touched.

"Father..." He came behind the Dragon Emperor and called softly.

The Dragon Emperor's eyes seemed to cross endless time and space, staring at a certain place without sustenance, and sighed to himself: "You have grown up, and you are no longer the boy who held my hand and wanted to look at my tail. gone."

"..." Duan Huichuan listened awkwardly to his father mentioning the past, and for a moment didn't know how to change the topic.

"If I don't allow you to go to the high priest Yan Zhe, you will sneak away, right?" Dragon Emperor finally turned his face and looked deeply into his eyes.

Duan Huichuan moved his lips, expressing his determination by silently looking at each other.

The Dragon Emperor's resolute face showed a faint tiredness. Duan Huichuan knew that his father had forcibly broken the dragon rope to save him, and his injuries were not healed, but he wanted to go to a battle for another man, and he might never return. gambling.

"The young eagle that hatches always has to spread its wings and soar alone." The Dragon Emperor seemed to know what he wanted to say, and smiled slightly, "Actually, you are stronger and better than I imagined, and it's time to let go .”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand towards the other party and spread out his palm. A simple purple ring lay quietly in the palm of his hand, exuding a soft light.

"Father is not by your side, so you are not allowed to be bullied by outsiders."

Duan Huichuan looked at his father's vicissitudes eyes, which contained strong expectations and love, and suddenly his nose became sour, and he almost burst into tears.

But now he is an upright man, long past the age of throwing himself into his father to cry and act like a spoiled child, so he had to suppress all inappropriate emotions, tightened his lips, and when he spoke again, his voice was low and solemn: "I will be back. "

He hesitated and glanced in the direction of Qingyi Hall, Dragon Emperor raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you afraid that I will kill Yan Zhe's son?"

Duan Huichuan wanted to explain a few words, but the Dragon Emperor raised his hand to cut him off, and said lightly: "That day, since he was able to do his best for you, let me give you a chance. But you have to understand, as the Dragon Prince, with a Together, the Wu clan will have a long way to go in the future."

"I know." Duan Huichuan will not feel distressed or shrink back because of this, he knows that the same is true for his senior brother.

The Dragon Emperor looked at Duan Huichuan's leaving back for a long time. Behind him, the Qingyi Palace stood there quietly, surrounded by smoke and clouds.

……

At sunrise, the vast morning glow casts a faint golden light on the scattered clouds.

A long and huge golden dragon wandered on the top of the sea of ​​clouds, and the fierce wind lifted his golden body. Wherever it passed, the sea of ​​clouds was broken into a long trace, and all the birds in the sky retreated. .

The giant dragon skimmed across the boundless Longyeon Daze, leaped over countless mountains and jungles, and finally hovered over a canyon.

It was originally the territory of the Wu Clan. After the Wu Clan was shattered, the tribe scattered in all directions. The originally bustling canyon has now become a ruin.

The old capital of the Wu people is at the highest point of the canyon.

The five-clawed golden dragon swooped down, gathered into a black-clothed man in a hazy golden light, and landed on the broken wall standing on the top of the canyon.

There is no one around, lifeless, and occasionally a vulture lands, pecking out a bit of leftovers from the cracks in the stones.

Duan Huichuan climbed up the stairs, and the broad stone steps could still vaguely see the shadow of the old splendor.

At the end of the stone steps, a majestic and majestic tower stands in the center of the wide platform. The spire of the tower has long been broken in the flames of war, but this tower has been tenaciously preserved.

Inside the main hall, it was not as gloomy and lonely as Duan Huichuan imagined, but bright and clean. There was even a dark red soft carpet under the feet, which was obviously the result of long-term repairs.

"Your Highness, Second Prince, you are finally here." A deep voice sounded from the jade platform, and the high priest in plain white sacrificial robes slowly greeted Duan Huichuan with a smile on his face, and his tone was gentle and peaceful, "Maybe, I It is time to call, His Royal Highness the Dragon Crown Prince."

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Wu Hung: Hahaha the egg is mine, go back and cook dragon egg custard!

Father: Blow your head off!

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Hatch, hatch, hatch, knit a sweater while hatching eggs, the moth finally hatched, so happy!Oops, as beautiful as I am!

Audience: Why did Your Majesty go out and bring back a cub?

Father: Oh, I picked it up by the river. (with a calm face.jpg