Dressed as a cannon fodder

Meng Yunchi took two steps back indistinctly, "Your Majesty, you've got the wrong person."

"Do not……"

He was not wrong.

He was even sure that Meng Yunchi was the one in the painting.

Zheng Jiewan went one step further, his eyes were full of concentration, his expression was earnest, but when he met Meng Yunchi's eyes, he subconsciously moved his eyes away, avoiding the gaze cast by those glazed eyes.

His palms were sweating, and he finally met the person he dreamed of. He wanted to get close but dared not, lest it was a flower in a mirror, a moon in the water, and it would shatter at the first touch.

"Your Majesty," Meng Yunchi rolled up his sleeves, and said calmly, "You really misidentified the person."

No.

He was not wrong.

Zheng Jiewan opened his mouth, and after seeing the expression on his face clearly, he swallowed back the voice that was almost out of his mouth.

"Yes."

Zheng Jiewan finally realized that he was too close, took two steps back and said, "It's my mistake, please don't blame the elder."

Meng Yunchi nodded slightly, "The matter of the picture scroll has been exhausted, and we have been bothering for a long time. It is time for us to leave. If Your Majesty has no other orders, I will take my leave first."

With a snap of his five fingers, the curtain fence on the ground returned to his hands, he put it back on his head, turned and went out the door, his back was calm, without any pause.

Zheng Jiewan subconsciously took half a step to chase after him, but stopped temporarily.

Rao is the king of a country, and there are many things he can't get.Even if he has the power of life and death in the palm of this world, what he wants most still cannot belong to him.

How on earth should he keep him

Zheng Jiewan lowered his head and smiled wryly. He turned around and saw the old picture scroll on the table, stepped forward and slowly rolled it up, and put it into the brocade box.

Since the Lord is here, what is the meaning of this scroll.

Meng Yunchi returned to the dormitory, and saw the little apprentice sitting on the couch beside the desk waiting for him as before.

"Master is back."

"Yes, I'm back." Meng Yunchi reached out to rub his head, and accidentally touched a bulge with his fingertips.

As soon as it was touched, Min Hang turned his head away to avoid his touch.

"I hit my head, why is there a lump?"

"...Yes." Min Hangyuan pursed his lips slightly.

When I grow up, I can't hide the horns on my head.

"It's okay," Meng Yunchi touched it again, "it will disappear."

He clearly felt that the moment he touched the bulge, Min Hangyuan trembled slightly.

Because the juvenile period is longer than that of ordinary black dragons, the protagonist Gong grows very slowly, and at the same time, the pain that comes with the growth period will be much more than others.

The dragon's horn was born later, and the flesh and blood burst out of it, and the pain of the process can be imagined.The protagonist Gong is still in the lower realm in the development of the original world at the moment, and the three thousand small worlds are pitifully poor in spiritual power. There are very few monks, and it is difficult to cultivate, but building foundations alone can be regarded as a great power.There are almost no spirit beasts, most of them are ordinary mortals who don't know what spiritual power is.

He suffered a lot in the lower realm when he was young and growing up. Because he couldn't restrain his original form, he was often chased and scolded by the lower realm humans as a monster, and even almost died many times.

Meng Yunchi accumulated spiritual power at his fingertips to soothe some pain for him, "It will go away, bear with it."

Min Hangyuan whispered: "Yes."

After stroking for a while, Meng Yunchi withdrew his hand, "Master Qi's matter has been settled, let's go back the next day."

"I listen to Master."

The two of them stayed in the dormitory that night, Min Xingyuan poured something into Meng Yunchi's tea, he looked at the sleeping faces of the people around him, and slowly opened his mouth, revealing two small fangs.

Meng Yunchi's hands were extremely beautiful, fair and slender, with well-defined joints, and the dark blue blood vessels protruding slightly under the skin could be seen, like a work of art.

Min Hangyuan took his hand and looked at it for a moment, then slowly covered his fangs, the tip of the teeth touched the white jade hand, suddenly sank into the flesh, and blood flowed out from inside.He put his lips on it and sucked it, and the sweet blood flowed into his throat, moistening the pain in every part of his body caused by the pulling of flesh and bones caused by the growth period, and the unbearable feeling gradually disappeared.

He realized that it was almost done, retracted his fangs, and licked the wound on the artery of Meng Yunchi's wrist with his tongue. It was slowly healing there, and there was no trace of wound or blood.

Min Hangyuan put his hand back, turned his head to watch for a moment, and saw the other party's brows slowly frowning, as if he had fallen into some kind of nightmare, and his bloodless face turned paler.

Meng Yunchi didn't actually have any nightmares.

He saw himself waking up from the large carved ancient bed, surrounded by black curtains, wearing a long black gown, and slowly got out of bed.

Everything you can see is black.

The environment is a bit depressing.

The enchanting and beautiful palace maid stepped forward to serve her, but he waved her back.

The outside is hazy, with a few gleams of light seeping through.

He squinted for a moment, with his long hair untied, stepped on a pair of wooden clogs, and stepped out of the palace gate.

The blood-red fire lilies swayed in the wind, rubbing against each other and making rustling noises.

Dazed for a moment, he stepped into the lily bushes and wandered aimlessly. His eyes were full of red against the dark purple sky. This place was like the other side of the ghost world. Under the sky, he was the only wandering soul with nowhere to go. , walking alone in the blood pool of the fire lily.

Like a caged animal.With the sky as the shroud and the ground as the prison cell, he can't get out of this vicious circle just by locking him up.

There was a bouquet of fire lilies at his feet, which bloomed particularly beautifully. The flower disc was swinging in the wind, and the edge of the petals gently rubbed against his hand, like a child acting like a baby.

He held up the flower plate and looked at it for a while, and a chuckle came from next to his ear.

"This flower blooms just right, it has a little spirituality, and it is very close to the Lord."

He turned his head when he heard the sound, and met a pair of extremely beautiful fiery red eyes. The owner of the eyes smiled and said: "This scene is unique, I have to draw it, I wonder if the Lord will mind?"

He shook his head and said, "It's all right."

Huo Song laughed, his sharp face softened a little, his eyes filled with thousands of sparks, hot and bright.

"Master, I—"

His words paused, and suddenly a sword pierced his chest. Meng Yunchi watched with his own eyes that pair of extremely beautiful eyes being gouged out with his own hands, and another voice came to his ears, full of infinite malice.

"These eyes are not bad. Gouging them out and training them into a pair of jade, they must look very beautiful on you."

No.

No.

stop!!!

Meng Yunchi suddenly opened his eyes, and sat up in shock, gasping for breath. After the almost suffocating heart palpitations passed, he took out the pair of ruby ​​​​given by Fengxi in the ring and looked at it for a while, but he couldn't think about it anymore. Can't afford the slightest dream content.

The cold sweat on his forehead dripped down his chin to the jade, and then down the red jade to the brocade quilt, like a pair of eyes that were weeping, his knuckles were clenched white, and his face was full of bewilderment.

Did he just dream about something?

"Master," Min Hangyuan looked at him from the side and said, "Master is having a nightmare."

Meng Yunchi lifted the brocade quilt and got off the bed, "It's nothing."

With his hair untied, he went to the window with bare feet, and Min Hangyuan's gaze followed his feet all the time.

The back of the foot has a beautiful line, with blue veins that are visible to the naked eye, and every inch is exquisite.

There is no flaw in his whole body, almost perfect, like a creation made by nature.

Min Hangyuan's throat moved slightly.

I saw the man walked to the window and looked down at the things in his hand for a long time, and after saying "I'll go out for a while, you rest yourself, I'll pick you up tomorrow", the figure disappeared in place.

Min Hang was far from sleepy, got up and spread his right hand, a drop of water flew out from his sleeve, floating tremblingly on his palm.It was a drop of water dripping from the tip of his chin when Meng Yunchi was not paying attention.

He tilted his head to look for a moment, his fingers moved slightly, and the drop of water was wrapped in spiritual power and sent into his mouth, melting between the colors of his lips.

slightly salty.

Is it sweat or tears?

Meng Yunchi came back before dawn, his expression was light, and there were blisters and fine wounds on the soles of his feet.

Min Hangyuan didn't ask any questions, just changed him into a new robe and said, "Master, it's dawn."

"Ah."

Let's go.

When Zheng Jiewan came to look for someone, the hall was already empty.

As soon as he entered the palace gate, he touched the paper crane left by Meng Yunchi, and the white paper crane flew in front of Zheng Jiewan, uttering words, it was Meng Yunchi's voice.

"Your Majesty, the matter of the picture scroll is over. The two of us will leave first. Please don't blame my master and apprentice for leaving without saying goodbye. Sincerely, I hope your Majesty can find the person in the painting as soon as possible. Goodbye."

The rumors reached that the paper crane burned itself, leaving a little bit of fine fly ash, which was annihilated in the wind.Zheng Jiewan came to his senses, and stretched out his hand to grab it in panic, but only one hand was empty.No matter how hard he searched, he couldn't touch a corner of that person's clothes.

Zheng Jiewan stayed in the palace for a long time, but couldn't find a single trace left inside, so he ordered the palace staff to seal up the bedroom, and no one was allowed to enter, including the cleaning attendants.

Meng Yunchi hugged his young apprentice Yufeijian, Min Hangyuan put his arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear: "Master, the soles of your feet hurt, I will apply medicine for you."

"nothing."

Meng Yunchi's voice was distorted in the wind.

After a while he heard the other party say: "Since you have been in Cheng Huazong for so long, it's time to learn how to control the sword."

It's not good to keep holding it like this.

"Master," Min Hangyuan whispered, "I'm still young."

"Your brother Feng learned to fly with a sword when he was seven years old."

Min Hangyuan: "..."

"Senior Brother Feng is a sword cultivator, so it's not uncommon for him to know how to control a sword when he was young."

Meng Yunchi glanced at him lightly: "So?"

Min Hangyuan: "...I will learn when I get back."

After a pause, he added: "Master taught me."

Meng Yunchi stopped talking.

He went to Xisong Island before dawn, wandering around at the bottom of the Clutch Abyss, looking for it, even he himself didn't know what he was looking for, and left alone for a long time.

He found nothing, including the senior who claimed to be Huosong.Maybe he left here, maybe he has already fallen in some unknown corner of the bottom of the abyss, his flesh and blood were washed away by the lava, leaving only a pile of white bones, buried deep under the flowing lava at the bottom, never to be seen again every day.

Palpitations.

Meng Yunchi frowned and found a place to settle down. He caressed his heart, which was suddenly painful like being pricked by a needle, and slowly exhaled.