Binding the Dragon for the Empress

Xuanlong looked down at the hairpin in Yan Yuan's hand: "Why?"

Under the golden light of the scorching sun, Yan Yuan's silver-white robes fluttered with the wind, and her smile was as warm as spring. There were too many emotions in his eyes that Xuanlong couldn't see clearly, like melancholy, sadness, and reluctance.

"Qiqiao Festival is a festival for the human race to commemorate love. People who love each other will give each other gifts on that day, and they will be together for life."

"Abo...you are willing to make a life-long commitment with me."

From the moment their soul and body met, Xuanlong decided that he would be married to Yan Yuan for the rest of his life, and he was willing to be with Yan Yuan for the rest of his life.

"But I don't know how to tie my hair." He said in a low voice.

Yan Yuan laughed: "I'll teach you."

Xuanlong's throat moved slightly: "Yes."

He raised his hand and passed the silver hairpin between Yan Yuan's fingers, with an imperceptible level of care.This was the first time someone gave him a gift, and he felt that it was very heavy in his hand. He wanted to put it away immediately, but felt that he hadn't seen enough, so he was very reluctant.

There are so many delicious and interesting places in Chang'an City. I went shopping in the market in the morning, went to the corner of the east of the city to watch shadow puppets and juggling in the afternoon, and went to the restaurant for dinner in the evening. The day passed in a flash.

On the way back, the two of them interlocked their fingers and walked slowly under the setting sun.

Xuanlong originally planned to transform into his original body and fly back with Yan Yuan, but Yan Yuan refused. He took Xuanlong's hand from the lively market to the secluded Linmeng trail, wishing that the time would slow down and the road would be longer.

Passing through this forest, you will arrive at the thousand-year-old ancient pool.

The two tacitly enjoyed the intimacy and comfort of this moment.

Xuanlong vaguely felt that Yan Yuan seemed to be different somewhere, but he, the ashes of his broken soul, couldn't figure out exactly where.

"Why, send it in advance."

he asked nonchalantly.

Yan Yuan looked at him from the side, she was stunned for a moment, then realized that Xuanlong was talking about the silver hairpin she gave him, curved her lips, and said hoarsely.

"Because I want to send you off."

"I don't want to make you unhappy."

I don't want to make him foolishly covet a gift.

Even if this nightmare is illusory, he still wants to finish what he should have done before.

Sacrifice a heart—even if the reborn Xuanlong is no longer a rare thing.

But whether he does it or not, and whether Xuanlong wants it or not are two different things.

The man beside him was silent for a moment, then raised his left hand, which was not held, to the back of his neck. Before Yan Yuan could understand what he was going to do, Xuanlong suddenly exerted force and pulled out a black dragon scale in the shape of a crescent moon.

With a muffled snort, he pursed his lips and handed the dragon scale to Yan Yuan. Blood trickled down his fingers, and his face turned pale visibly.

"I'll send you off in advance, too."

Even though it was a dream, Xuanlong's behavior, which was as indistinguishable from reality, still caused Yan Yuan to lose control.Hot fog welled up in his eyes, and he gently pulled the man into his arms to hug him, clasped the back of his head with his big palm, and his voice became hoarse.

"Don't be so stupid in the future... don't hand over everything so easily."

"You also have to look at who the other party is, and whether it's worth it for you... Do you understand?"

It's not handed over easily, but the most precious thing in your body will be given to the other party after you have recognized the other party.Xuanlong has a clumsy mouth. Before he met Yan Yuan, almost no one talked to him, so he couldn't speak smooth and pleasant words. He wanted to explain in his heart, but he only said one sentence.

"I know you treat me well."

not good.

not good.

I have not treated you well.

If I treat you well, you, me, Ah Zhi, the three of us should be living happily. How can you become thousands of broken soul ashes, and even after death, your soul consciousness will be tortured endlessly by obsession and nightmares.

Yan Yuan roared and shouted in her heart, the two emotions of self-hatred and regret rolled up his body like a ferocious dragon hang (meaning tornado), completely tearing him apart.

However, he couldn't tell Xuanlong about those things, the bottom of his heart was full of rough sea waves, and the scarlet bloodshot eyes were stinging, but when he spoke, he was calm, full of belated and extreme tenderness.

"Ah."

"...I treat you well."

I will treat you well from now on.

As long as there is still a chance.

Xuanlong raised his hand and patted Yan Yuan's back: "Let's go."

"go home."

"...Okay." Yan Yuan continued to hug him for a while, then slowly let go of Xuanlong's body, watching him repeat those two words. "go home……"

Come back home.

go home……

The simple word has become a luxury.

The thousand-year-old pond is still the same as it was at the beginning, with simple stone beds, simple stone tables, simple stone benches, soft bedding and exquisite food boxes added because of the arrival of Yan Yuan, and the fruits on the stone tables are always fresh...

The experience that was once dismissed has become the warmth that Yan Yuan craves for today, he is not willing to leave like this, so instead of coaxing Xuanlong into the Soul Gathering Box immediately, he lives in the pool.

Living like a husband and wife, more sticky than ordinary couples, he no longer let Xuanlong go out alone to buy food, he will follow Xuanlong wherever he goes, he has not missed every moment with Xuanlong, no Waste of time.

In the past, Yan Yuan had to pester Xuanlong every night to have sex, but these few days Yan Yuan suddenly stopped touching him and just hugged him to sleep, Xuanlong felt strange.

He has never had confidence in himself, thinking that Yan Yuan lost interest in his body in such a short time, and always likes to think wildly about something.

Of course, just thinking about it, he can't say it, Yan Yuan doesn't seek him out, he feels better down there, and won't get hurt all the time, but he can't figure out what Yan Yuan likes about him, he is born ugly, The body is also a real man, and it is not very comfortable to hug him.

I heard that men of the human race love beautiful girls...

Most of the new things start to be interesting, and lose interest after touching them.

Until the third day, when Yan Yuan hugged Xuan Long and kissed before going to sleep, she couldn't restrain her reaction, and the two separated panting, Xuan Long thought he would do something, but Yan Yuan didn't do anything, just Holding his face with one hand, gently rubbing his skin with his fingertips, looking at him as if remembering someone.

Xuanlong faintly felt that Yan Yuan was sad, but he didn't know why he was sad, so he comforted him in a clumsy way: "If you need to vent, just do it, don't worry about me."

Every time Yan Yuan is happy, he is very impatient and very happy, Xuanlong thinks that Yan Yuan will be happy this time.

But not so.

Yan Yuan caressed his face, her warm lips fell on his forehead: "I will want you again when you become the wife I am marrying."

"I treated you poorly in the past... Now I have to change it."

He is gentler than ever.

Xuanlong thought so in his heart.

The two embraced each other to sleep, and when the sun's rays hit the water the next day, Yan Yuan woke up leisurely.

He had been in this realm of soul consciousness for three days, and the three days passed so quickly that he was about to be stripped of the hard-won happiness before he even tasted the sweetness.

He still has to find the remaining soul ashes, and he can't leave time here any longer.

The man in her arms was sleeping soundly, Yan Yuan estimated the two

At the time of the first sexual intercourse, Xuanlong should already have a child in his womb, no wonder he always sleeps for so long, his palms are quietly attached to Xuanlong's still flat abdomen, remembering that he died in battle with Xuanlong in the heaven As for the lost child, his heart ached for a while.

Xuanlong woke up while he was in a daze, raised his hand to touch Yan Yuan's face, and pulled him back to reality.

Yan Yuan grabbed the man's hand and kissed it, then asked with a smile, "Did you sleep well?"

Xuanlong: "Yes."

"You're fine."

Yan Yuan looked at him deeply, and said softly, word by word: "It's good to have you here." Then without waiting for Xuanlong's reaction, she rubbed his whole body including his head into her arms, and said dumbly.

"Abo, I will take you to a place, will you follow me?"

"Where?" came a muffled voice from his chest.

Yan Yuan paused: "From now on, there will always be a place for me."

Xuanlong: "Is it the imperial palace?"

Yan Yuan didn't know what to say for a while, fearing that he would suffocate, she loosened the strength on her arms and said, "It's not the palace, it's the rest of the place."

Xuan Long raised his head, staring at him with ice green eyes: "Okay."

Yan Yuan knows that Xuanlong, who loves her, has always been easy to coax, but every time she feels the other party's unconditional trust, her heart still trembles, especially after she has done those stupid things.

"Where don't you ask?"

Xuanlong shook his head.

"It's good to have you here."

It would be nice if that was the case.

Yan Yuan coaxed Xuanlong into the soul-gathering box without much effort, and the moment the soul consciousness was stored in the soul-gathering box, the surrounding scene instantly changed back to the cold night as it was three days ago.

He was standing in front of the Jing Yu Tower with the Soul Gathering Box, his tall and straight figure was alone, almost swallowed by the night.

Those three days seemed like a big stolen dream.

When the time is up, it's time to go back...

Yan Yuan tightened the Soul Gathering Box into her bosom, as if she was hugging Xuanlong in this way. After a long time, he turned around, and his lonely back gradually disappeared into the night.

For the next month, Yan Yuan wandered around the world and continued to search for the broken soul consciousness of Xuanlong. He could easily reach the place he wanted to go by using the teleportation technique. It didn't take much time on the road. The more there are, the stronger the effect of the spirit gathering box leading him to find the rest of the soul consciousness.

Later, every time a ray of soul consciousness was collected, the gem in the center of the soul gathering box would separate a blue silk-like halo, floating in the air and leading him directly to the next realm.

Along the way, Yan Yuan found that in Xuanlong's soul consciousness, whether it was obsessions or nightmares, almost all were related to herself, and only a small part involved irrelevant strangers.

For example, Xiao Xuanlong, who fled and wandered all the way to the thousand-year-old ancient pool when he was young, thought that the human race would not hate him as much as his own people, and wanted to play with human children, but as soon as he got close, he frightened those timid human children to cry up.

Xuanlong was at a loss and wanted to explain that he would not harm anyone, but before he could say anything, the parents of the young boy ran out hearing the cries. Tong said he was a monster.

He is indeed a demon, even if he doesn't harm people, it can't change this fact. Knowing that he is not welcome, Xiao Xuanlong no longer tries to approach them in vain, and he lives alone like this, a small dragon, insisting on raising himself up , and then met Yan Yuan.