Ancient Evil Jiao

Another dream, a dull and long one.

In the dream he was a dragon, in the dream he had another master, in the dream he always disliked Longyan.

However, Long Yan had a good relationship with his master and often appeared in front of him, and he always pestered Long Yan to fight and make noise.

But Long Yan was always indifferent to him, with a haughty look.

Until one time, he defeated Longyan.

The body of the golden dragon writhed on the ground in pain, and the shrunken figure looked at him with slight surprise.

This time, Zhuo Zimo found himself in Long Yan's black pupils.

He raised his head proudly, pursed his lips evilly, and said sarcastically, "With your ability, you still see my master? How ridiculous."

But Long Yan just got up from the ground lightly, wiped off the dust on his body, let Zhuo Zimo be indifferent no matter how sarcastic and provocative, Zhuo Zimo said angrily: "What I hate the most is your face that doesn't care about anything, As if nothing can enter your eyes, in your opinion, is everything in front of you so unworthy of your emotion?"

Long Yan cast a glance at Zhuo Zimo, pursed his lips and asked back: "In your heart, is it important that I don't look at all?"

Zhuo Zimo was taken aback, Long Yan had already walked past him.

Zhuo Zimo turned his head and saw Long Yan walking towards a white figure. The white figure was blurry and he couldn't see clearly. Zhuo Zimo walked forward curiously, squinting his eyes to see the man's face clearly. But I can't see clearly...

Zhuo Zimo blinked suspiciously, and both sides of his forehead suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if something was about to come out from under his skin, with a burning sensation, he slowly opened his eyes from sleep in a daze.

He raised his limp hand and touched his forehead, where it was hard, like two small bumps, Zhuo Zimo frowned and sat up.

Strange dream...strange bag growing...strange man in white...strange...myself...

"Are you awake? Are you feeling better?" Zhuo Zimo looked over at Long Yan's voice.

Watching steadily, Zhuo Zimo overlapped the master in front of him and Long Yan in his sleep, but felt extremely harmonious.

He couldn't help wondering, was the dream in his sleep really just a dream?

"What are you thinking?" Long Yan walked over.

Zhuo Zimo immediately lowered his head to let Liu Hai cover his forehead, shook his head slightly and said, "It's nothing."

Long Yan pursed his lips, looked at Zhuo Zimo for a long time, raised his hand and rubbed his hair and said, "Don't think too much, if you don't remember the past, you won't remember it, you just need to remember that you remember that you have a master now."

Zhuo Zimo nodded absently.

Long Yan sighed softly and stopped talking.

In the days that followed, it was difficult for Zhuo Zimo. The two bumps on his forehead grew bigger day by day, and the pain was unbearable, which made Zhuo Zimo restless, and even had trouble sleeping and eating.

He was terribly sad, but he didn't want to ask Long Yan for help, and he didn't even want Long Yan to see the injury on his head.

But the sky was not according to one's wishes. One night, Zhuo Zimo moaned sadly due to the increasingly painful forehead, and Long Yan also discovered Zhuo Zimo's strangeness.

With an ugly expression on his face, he brushed Zhuo Zimo's swollen and scorching forehead lightly with his hand, and used spells to relieve Zhuo Zimo's pain, and said angrily, "You are so messy, why didn't you tell me that there is something wrong with your body?"

Zhuo Zimo pursed his lips stubbornly and remained silent, Long Yan frowned and said, "Recently, you are very abnormal..."

Zhuo Zimo laughed lightly when he heard the words: "It should be normal, Master."

Long Yan frowned, and Zhuo Zimo said again: "I've been dreaming about some strange things recently, Master, what do you mean?"

Long Yan narrowed his eyes: "What do you want to say?"

Zhuo Zimo looked like he was about to cry and said, "I didn't care at first, master, how could things in dreams be linked to reality, but master, why did you name me Zhuo Zimo as soon as you appeared? Why would you A snake demon called me by my original name, why can’t I remember everything? Even my soul has forgotten everything before?”

Long Yan was puzzled and said: "The soul and the body are one. If the body doesn't remember, the soul will naturally not remember. Your not remembering is a good thing for you."

Zhuo Zimo asked, "What do you mean?"

Long Yan pursed his lips and remained silent, Zhuo Zimo said anxiously: "I care a lot, Master, you know my temperament, I don't care about anything, but I miss this matter, I don't understand why I do, but I I always feel that everything we can get along with is not as simple as it seems on the surface, Master, tell me, tell me everything before."

Long Yan remained silent, Zhuo Zimo said again: "Before Xiaowu said that I would be punished a hundred times more than other monsters for making mistakes. Why?"

Long Yan turned his head away, Zhuo Zimo said sadly: "Why can't you tell me? Master."

The voice was full of crying, and Long Yan closed his eyes in pain. After a long time, he sighed and said slowly: "It's not that I can't tell you, it's that you don't need to know."

Zhuo Zimo raised his head: "It's up to me to decide whether it's necessary, I don't even know how you can conclude that it's not necessary!"

Long Yan sighed: "Things are very simple. You are a dragon. You fought with a snake and hurt someone. The sky punished you. You were seriously injured and slept at the bottom of the lake. When you woke up, you forgot everything. I found you. We knew each other before. It's that simple."

Zhuo Zimo shook his head with a smile and cried, lay back on the bed, turned his back to Long Yan and said in a low voice, "Master, you really can't even tell lies."

Long Yan narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "You have a good rest."

At night, the moon was like a hook, and the cool night breeze brought a burst of fragrance, which was elegant and familiar. Zhuo Zimo got up from the bed and looked out the window.

In the dark night, pure light radiated alone, the breeze caused the petals to tremble slightly, and the fragrance floating under the nose instantly became a little stronger, Zhuo Zimo relaxed his expression slightly.

This fragrance always gave him a familiar and stable feeling... allowing him to relax wholeheartedly.

Zhuo Zimo took a deep breath, and slowly closed his eyes, but several pictures were connected together in his mind...

Familiar fragrance, unfamiliar three-point appearance, similar white clothes... Zhuo Zimo suddenly opened his eyes in Bai Pohua.

That's right, the fragrance that the famous restaurant smelled on Bai Yuhua that day was the fragrance of this white lotus, Zhuo Zimo's eyes widened...

"Xiao Mo, you should change your temper. Why do you always make things difficult for Longyan? He is a dragon after all. You are not giving him face like this."

"Master, why are you always talking for him? You don't mean to take a fancy to that dragon, do you want to accept him as an apprentice? I forbid, you are my master, my master alone."

"Heh... really childish, Longyan is a divine dragon, and his cultivation level is not lower than that of his master, so why should I be his master? You, next time, be more polite to others, eh?"

The gentle voice, the doting words and the pictures slowly flowed into the brain. It was a bright afternoon, and the people sitting in the room were him and Bai Yuhua with a gentle smile on his face. Is all this true?Is it a memory or a hallucination?

Zhuo Zimo clutched his head and groaned in discomfort, the swollen forehead began to ooze blood slowly

"Zimo." A burst of coolness passed by, taking away the pain in the forehead, and a familiar call sounded in the ear, and the forehead was touched gently. Zhuo Zimo raised his eyes, and the person squatting in front of him was... Longyan or Master?

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