Binding the Dragon for the Empress

Ah Zhi returned to the heaven after applying the medicine for Xuanlong. After all, he has grown up, and he will no longer pester his parents for hugs like he did when he was a child.

It's just that Xuanlong suffered such a serious injury, Ah Zhi was really worried, and went straight to the Immortal Medicine Hall after returning to the heaven, and asked the most powerful medical god to teach him healing skills.

He is already talented and intelligent, and his cultivation at a young age has surpassed many gods who are several times his age. The future is immeasurable. Gods who are not majoring in healing may not be able to understand this simple healing for thousands of years. As soon as Ah Zhi started with half a stick of incense, he was so shocked that Lingyue, the leader of the God of Medicine, wanted to accept him as a disciple on the spot. Unfortunately, Ah Zhi, as the prince of heaven, will inherit the position of emperor in the future, so he must not waste time here.

The healing technique Ah Zhi learned was called "Broken Meteor". If you really want to elaborate, this technique is only superficial in the orthodox healing technique, but it is more than enough to treat trauma caused by intermediate monsters.

Ah Zhi thanked Lingyue and rushed back to the mortal world.

One day in the sky, one year on the ground, even though he hurried quickly, it still took three or four days to reach the mortal world, and the small courtyard was caged in the dark night, silently.

It was late at night, and the lights in the courtyard were not lit. For mortals, you can't see your fingers, but it doesn't hinder the actions of gods. Has Xuanlong rested?

No one responded.

Ah Zhi clearly sensed that Xuanlong's aura was in the house, and after three consecutive attempts to get no response, he went straight through the door.

The structure of the bedroom is similar to that of the dining room downstairs. The room is not big, and there is a bed facing the door and against the wall. Xuanlong is dressed in white obscene clothes, lying on the bed quietly, with his hands on his abdomen, and the quilt on his body. nothing.

A small half white candle was burning on the round table not far away, and the candle flickered slightly with Ah Zhi's arrival, flickering on and off.

Ah Zhi's intuition was wrong, and he approached quickly, and found that Xuanlong's face was paler than when he left after applying the medicine for him, his lips were chapped, and his breath was so weak that he seemed to be dying.

Even though he knew that God is not so easy to die, he still felt his heart constricted, and he lost his sense of proportion. At first, he calmly and gently called Xuanlong, but when he saw that Xuanlong didn't respond for a long time, he pinched Xuanlong's shoulder Gradually, it shook steadily.

"Mother...Mother, wake up...don't scare me..."

Xuanlong felt very noisy. He tried to open his heavy eyes, and saw the mouth of the person above was moving, but he couldn't hear the sound clearly. It took a long time for his eyes to focus on Ah Zhi's face.

Seeing that he was awake, Ah Zhi lost his strength all of a sudden, his eyes were red.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Xuanlong muttering to himself.

"You came……"

Ah Zhi: "Well, Lingyue and I studied "Broken Clouds" in theology, and I came to heal your wounds."

"How could you be so sick, with your forehead so hot... After all this, don't you know how to call an immortal doctor to treat it? If I don't come, are you going to die of illness here?"

Angry and distressed, Ah Zhi raised his hand, and a silver basin appeared on the edge of the bed. He picked up the white cotton cloth in the silver basin, twisted off the excess water, folded it into a rectangular shape, and gently placed it on Xuanlong's forehead.

Xuanlong raised his hand with difficulty, held the hand that would not be able to leave in the future, pressed it intimately to his face, and said dumbly: "You haven't been in my dream for a long time..."

Ah Zhi was stunned for a moment, and felt that Xuanlong had admitted the wrong person. It can be seen that he was so attached to him that he couldn't ruthlessly crush his dream, so he remained silent.

"Ayuan..." Xuanlong pressed his hand, tears came out of the corner of his eyes suddenly, his face was not wearing a mask, and the scar left on his right cheek after being burned by the karmic fire was stuck against the back of Ah Zhi's hand, with an uneven touch , making Ah Zhi feel uncomfortable.

"..."

"I miss you..." Xuanlong said in a low voice.

The person in front of him never replied to him.

Xuanlong is used to it. Even if Yan Yuan enters his dream, she mostly just looks at him and doesn't talk to him. That's why he is so obedient when Yan Yuan, who turned into Nightmare, speaks to him.

"Now...I have made chicken soup...it's very good..."

"It's better than the boss at the Chaoshou stall..."

"When will you come back... I'll make it for you... okay..."

"10 years, millions of years... tens of thousands of years... I can wait..."

"Come back..."

No one knows what it's like to wait for someone who will never come back.

At least they no longer expect Yan Yuan to come back. Everyone has accepted this cruel reality. The God of Yiling has Yanjing Shangshen, and Ah Zhi has his grandfather and grandmother. The loved one came out of the pain, only Xuan Long was still stubbornly standing where he was, refusing to move forward.

After Ah Zhi became an adult, he was finally willing to listen to the past of Xuanlong and Yanyuan seriously. He finally understood how painful Yanyuan's departure was for Xuanlong, but it was the first time he intuitively felt the pain and pain of Yanyuan. despair.

God's life is too long, and living like this is actually far more painful than dying.

Being injured by such monsters shouldn't be so sick, but Xuanlong's divine body was reshaped, and he once blocked the scourge for Yan Yuan, and his soul has not healed. The injuries, big and small, were never seriously treated, and they got worse as time passed.

Xuanlong soon fell asleep again, Ah Zhi carefully pulled his hand out of his hand, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said in a low voice:

"Don't cry... You will still have me in the future, and I will come to see you often."

"Why don't you move back to the heaven, so that you can see me every day, and you won't feel lonely..."

When Xuanlong woke up the next day, he found that the wound on his chest that was deteriorating had completely healed.

Ah Zhi was coming out of the dining room with a bowl in his hand, when he looked up to see him, he was delighted.

"Mother, are you awake? I made red dates and lotus seed soup, come and taste it."

Ah Zhi was wearing a dusty apron that he found somewhere, and his fair face was covered with dust, like a tabby cat, looking a bit silly.

After waking up, Xuanlong smelled Ah Zhi's breath in the bedroom, and knew that he had been here, and was not surprised to see Ah Zhi, but was a little dazed by the soup in his hand.

Ah Zhi called him several times before Xuanlong realized it, took the bowl, and murmured: "Ah Zhi did it..."

"correct."

The soup with red dates and lotus seeds looked pretty good, Xuanlong picked up a spoon and took a bite. Unexpectedly, the taste was slightly bitter, with a smell of burnt, but it was warm in his heart.

"Is it delicious?..." Ah Zhi looked at him without blinking.

"Delicious." Xuanlong bent his lips.

"Then you eat more, there are still some in the pot."

"it is good."

The two sat down at the stone table in the courtyard, Xuanlong ate the red dates and lotus seed soup slowly, Ah Zhi watched him eat, and after he finished eating, asked him if he wanted more, Xuanlong said more, Ah Zhi picked up the bowl and filled another bowl, refilling it twice in total.

Seeing that he ate several bowls, Ah Zhi couldn't help filling the third bowl for himself, and brought it to the table to eat with Xuanlong, but just after taking a sip, he spit it out , frowned and said: "It's all muddled!"

"Don't eat, don't eat..." He reached out and snatched Xuanlong's bowl. "Drinking so much when you're muddled, you won't be poisoned..."

Xuanlong: "No problem."

Ah Zhi wanted to reprimand Xuanlong for not caring about his body, but then thought that this was made for him by a child he hadn't seen for more than a hundred thousand years, and that Xuanlong would eat it without changing his face if poison was added. I couldn't bear to open my mouth, and turned to sulk at myself, why couldn't I even cook a soup well.

Seeing him sullen, Xuan Long said, "I think it's fine...thank you..."

Ah Zhi raised his head and frowned even tighter: "Why are you saying thank you...do you treat me like an outsider?"

Xuanlong's throat moved slightly: "No... just, I feel happy."

Ah Zhi snorted, and smiled: "Then you must get used to it, and there will be many such joys in the future."

In the afternoon, Ah Zhi asked Xuanlong to move back to the heaven, but Xuanlong refused on the grounds of habit. If he left, there would be no one to take care of the irises in the courtyard.

Although Ah Zhi was not very happy, he still respected Xuanlong's wishes, and when he left, he said that he would come to see him next time when he was free.

It's only been ten days in the heavens, and ten years on the earth. As a prince, Ah Zhi shoulders a heavy burden, and he doesn't always have so much time to go down to earth to see Xuanlong.

Most of the time Xuanlong is still alone, walks and walks alone, his life is no different from before, except that sometimes after getting rid of evil spirits in the mortal world, he encounters fresh food in the mortal world on the way back, and will buy some to send to the heavens as gifts to Ah Zhi.

He still misses that person, and in the dead of night, when he dreamed back at midnight, every time he was seriously injured, an inappropriate thought would pop up in his mind: It would be fine if he didn't have to wake up after falling asleep.

One day a hundred years later, Xuanlong came back from the mortal world and found a bowl of fish soup on the table in the dining room, the stove had been used, but there was no sign of anyone in the house...

About updates and plot development

Long-term insomnia and severe lack of sleep are really difficult to support high-intensity mental work. I didn’t delay the update on purpose. Recently, I have been thinking about finding a time to update when I am in a good state, but I have always been empty. The whole person is chaotic. I will fight hard today. I got up and wanted to write an update, but when I opened the comment area and saw some sarcastic comments, my mentality was really broken.

(In order not to continue to affect my mood, I deleted those comments.)

I have always adhered to the idea of ​​ensuring quality no matter what. When I am in a bad state, I would rather stop than forcefully write something that I can't even touch to perfuse you.

I am very grateful to the readers who have been following the article. Many readers have been following me since I wrote the first book. I have seen the recommendation votes from the backstage. Sometimes I feel very sorry for you.The state of the past two years is really bad. I have been writing a book intermittently for almost two years and it is not finished. I also want to finish it soon, but I can’t write it by force. When my body is tired, my emotions are exhausted. There is no way to substitute into the role, and there is no way to empathize with the role.

It's coming to an end anyway, and I could just scribble, but I don't want to.I need to give you an explanation, and I hope that I will have a beginning and an end.

I'm currently a little confused about the next plot development.

Should Yan Yuan go back to Xuanlong directly and completely, or come back as a simple flower essence with no memory of the past?

As you can imagine, the plot I set up is: a ray of soul ash of Yan Yuan is attached to an iris flower in the courtyard, and with the careful irrigation of the Xuanlong, it grows a soul and turns into a new life. Life, so this new life, do you want him to be Yan Yuan with complete memory, or a pure flower essence who loves his master?If it is the former, the ending will come sooner.If it is the latter, Huajing will recover her memory after getting along with Xuanlong day by day and after the integration of soul and body.

You can vote here. Friends who hope that Yan Yuan with complete memories will return will deduct 1, and friends who hope to return with pure flower essence will deduct 2. I will refer to your opinions.

As for the update, I'm sorry that I still can't guarantee the time and frequency to everyone. The only thing I can guarantee is that I will do my best to give you an ending as perfect as possible.

The bad sleep has been going on for too long, and if I still can't get it back with my own efforts, I may need to go to the hospital.

Thank you again for your support. After the update, I will inform you on Weibo @一个朱贝少, there is a post about the follow-up development of Ah Zhi and Ah Lie on Weibo, interested friends can go and have a look.

Finally, a gentle reminder can make the author more motivated~