Ancient Evil Jiao

Zhuo Zimo had a dream. In the dream, he was a dragon with ink-colored dragon horns. In the dream, he also saw a golden dragon with pure dragon aura. In the dream, he was fighting with this dragon...

The huge black lacquer body is tightly entangled with this golden dragon, the dragon claws are holding each other, and the huge dragon eyes are staring at each other. It looks like there is some deep hatred between each other.

Suddenly, the aura of the golden dragon became chaotic, the whole dragon fell off from the dragon, and the dragon's claws could not be loosened.

Zhuo Zimo was taken aback for a moment, then woke up suddenly, the sky outside was slightly bright.

On the opposite side, Long Yan was still lying on the bed, and Xiao Wu was sleeping soundly on his chest.

Had a strange dream.

Zhuo Zimo frowned and thought, got up, put Xiao Wu on the bed, got off the bed and walked out of the cabin.

After a period of exercise, he has learned to cook, but Longyan has reached the fasting period, and he is not always hungry, so he seldom cooks. When he woke up this morning, he felt that his stomach that was not very hungry actually felt When it came to hunger, Zhuo Zimo walked into the kitchen.

After the kitchen was filled with things, it looked good. Magic was used to light the fire, and magic was used to do the hard work of cooking.

Speaking of spells, Zhuo Zimo is very strange. Since he drank the strange soup last time, his spells have appeared from time to time. He obviously has no memory of learning, but he can use them naturally...

He also asked Longyan what the strange soup was, but Longyan never answered him directly.

If he can't ask, he will ask lazily. He doesn't like to think by nature, and if he can't figure it out, he won't think about it. At this time, just use the spells that can be used, and use everything to meet his needs is his essence.

Using magic to cook a can of meat and mushroom porridge, Zhuo Zimo took the bowl and chopsticks into the wooden house, Long Yan had already got up, and was casually arranging his not-too-disordered clothes.

Zhuo Zimo smiled and said, "Master, I made porridge, let's have some together."

Long Yan paused slightly, shook his head and said, "I don't need to eat anymore, you can eat."

Zhuo Zimo curled his lips, ran over and pulled Longyan over and said, "What's the point of me eating alone, let's eat together, and try my handicraft."

As he said that, Zhuo Zimo spooned a bowl of fragrant porridge for Long Yan on his own. Long Yan softened his expression slightly, picked up the bowl and started drinking.

Zhuo Zimo smiled slightly and said, "Master, in fact, we don't practice, so it's fine."

Long Yan's expression turned cold.

Zhuo Zimo looked at Long Yan's displeased expression, and quickly explained: "I mean it's fine if I don't become a fairy, but I didn't say that my spells would be wasted."

Long Yan calmed down and said: "It doesn't matter whether you are an immortal or not, but you must practice your cultivation. Not only do you have to practice, you also have to be stronger than Master, strong enough to protect yourself."

Zhuo Zimo was stunned, Long Yan's words sounded a bit strange, as if he could not protect himself if he was not stronger than him, thinking about it, Zhuo Zimo asked the same question.

Long Yan listened, just shook his head silently, ate the porridge in the bowl, but didn't reply.

Zhuo Zimo inexplicably thought of the dream he had this morning, the dream of defeating Long Yan, he asked, "Master... did we know each other before?"

Long Yan paused, put down the bowl and said, "...What do you want to say?"

Zhuo Zimo scratched his head, and said rather uncomfortably: "I just feel that I should have known Master before, otherwise Master wouldn't have come to me, right?"

The past he mentioned naturally refers to the past of this dragon body.

Long Yan glanced at Zhuo Zimo, and replied indifferently: "We have always known each other."

Zhuo Zimo smiled slightly and said: "I said we must know each other, you must come here to find me." Not for the white lotus outside... Zhuo Zimo said these words silently in his heart, although he didn't want to think too much, But in my heart, I still somewhat care about who Longyan is working so hard for.

There was no expression on Long Yan's indifferent face, as if he had acquiesced to Zhuo Zimo's words.

Zhuo Zimo's mood suddenly improved, and he was even in the mood to laugh at the uninvited snake demon last night.

He laughed and said: "The snake demon was really sick last night, he was so confident that what I want is in his hands, heh... Who am I, Zhuo Zimo? I am the future dragon god, and what I want must be Fight for it by yourself, how could it fall into his hands, besides, I don’t have anything I want, I’m really a snake who forgot to take medicine when I went out, and asked me to exchange it with a white lotus. What I saw is already mine, and it is impossible for me to give it to him!"

As he spoke, Zhuo Zimo laughed out loud to himself.

Long Yan listened silently at the side, and asked lightly: "Are you really not going to change?"

Zhuo Zimo looked at Long Yan with a smile, and said indifferently, "For what? I don't even understand what he said? However, he said that his name is Chen Changzai, which is amazing. My original name was also Chen Chang exist."

Hearing this, Long Yan suddenly looked at Zhuo Zimo for profit, as if he wanted to see something from his nonchalant face, but Zhuo Zimo was only puzzled.

Long Yan sighed lightly, thought for a while, and asked, "I've never asked you, why do you...why do you think your name is Chen Changzai?"

Asked by Long Yan, Zhuo Zimo's smile froze on his face, he lowered his head and thought carefully, why did he think his name was Chen Changzai?

In the end, when he woke up, he felt that this body was not his own. He had come from a far away place, and his memory was there, but now it was beginning to be blurred.

Zhuo Zimo frowned and rubbed his temples, why did he suddenly feel that his previous memory was so blurred?What kind of place did he live in before?What kind of person is he?

There were bursts of pain in the head, Zhuo Zimo leaned on the table, looked at Long Yan in front of him, looked at him, and when the picture turned, he saw him standing in front of him and said coldly: "I'm here to see him , not fighting with you, you get out of the way."

Just as he was wondering why Long Yan would say that, he saw himself stepping forward, standing in front of Long Yan with a sarcastic expression on his face: "You are worthy to see my master?"

Master?Isn't his master Long Yan? Why would he tell Long Yan that Long Yan is not worthy of seeing his master?

Zhuo Zimo had a headache, he hammered his head hard, and suddenly a burst of cool inner energy came from the top of his head, soothing his throbbing mind.

Zhuo Zimo panted, and slowly opened his eyes.

Looking up, standing in front of him was Long Yan with a slight worry on his face.

Zhuo Zimo pulled the corners of his lips and said tiredly: "Master, I don't remember... I don't remember why I was called Chen Chang, I don't remember where I came from, I don't remember everything before I woke up..."

Long Yan was slightly stunned, Zhuo Zimo said dejectedly: "Master, what's wrong with me? Why do I forget, I still remember when I wake up, remember my own name, remember everything I used to..."

Long Yan pursed his lips, stroked Zhuo Zimo's hair lightly, and said softly: "You are just tired, go to sleep, you will be fine after a night of sleep."

Zhuo Zimo nodded slightly, and slowly closed his eyes.

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