Binding the Dragon for the Empress

Xuanlong nodded, held the old man's hand, raised his head slightly and drank the spirit dew in the bottle, bitterness lingered between his lips and teeth, his stomach was cold at first, and then a strange warmth rose, which really relieved a little Pain.

The liquid poured into his throat, and before he could swallow it, Xuanlong coughed muffledly because of the choking, and a lot flowed out from his lips.

"Waste, really waste."

"Such a big dragon can't even drink the medicine well, it's extremely useless."

It was obvious that he poured too quickly.

Xuanlong didn't argue with him either, his violently heaving chest gradually calmed down, the back of his head leaned against the door frame, and he couldn't help but closed his eyes.

"Don't sleep, there is still some, drink it quickly." The old man pinched Xuanlong's cheeks unceremoniously, and poured the remaining mouthful of spirit dew into it. "Then you will suffer."

Xuanlong swallowed subconsciously, and opened his green demon eyes to look at the old man, his eyes were already a little out of focus, and he couldn't hold on for too long.

"In this case, you have to use the Liuyun Turning Technique to recall and reshape the incomplete spirit body of the fetus in the womb. It is somewhat painful. Please bear with it and don't scream too loudly. The old man is getting old, and he hates Bielong yelling in front of me the most. Yelling, headache."

Xuanlong nodded.

The old man put the empty white jade bottle into his arms casually, then went to the back room with a sense of ritual to find a soft cushion made of gold thread and spread it on the floor. Just now he sat down cross-legged in front of Xuanlong, with a purple palm formed in his palm. The red light ball slowly approached Xuanlong's abdomen with a solemn expression.

The moment the ball of light poured into Xuanlong's body, he tensed up suddenly, his breathing quickened at a speed detectable by the naked eye, terrible blue veins exploded on the backs of his hands digging into the ground, his head was tilted to one side, and his lips were pursed. He gasped in a low voice, but didn't make a sound.

Cold sweat fell from the corner of his forehead like rain, and his eyes fell to the ground.

He thought of Yan Yuan's smiling face, and it seemed that the pain was not so painful, no matter how painful it was, he could bear it... That person is still waiting for him, he needs to get well sooner and go back sooner.

If it's been a long time, A Yuan will definitely be worried.

That is the only person in the world who will care about him, and he must not disappoint him.

"You can bear it. This Liuyun turning technique is more painful than crushing bones alive. It's like a knife is going back and forth in the abdomen. If it were an ordinary dragon, it would have rolled all over the ground in pain."

The old man glanced at Xuanlong's hand that was digging on the ground, and he exerted so much force that blood seeped through his fingers.

In the past, many pregnant dragon girls have performed Liuyun turning technique to prevent miscarriage. Most of them are accompanied by their husbands.

The old man's spells in the palm of his hand were uninterrupted and did not diverge.

"Look at you, the good-natured dragon wants to find a useless human race to do something. I'm afraid he can't even enter this dragon world, and let you suffer alone, which is worse than death."

"No promise."

Xuanlong had a withdrawn personality and was not good at speaking. He always ignored the vitriol of others, but when he heard Yan Yuan being slandered, he couldn't help it and talked to himself.

"...No matter how bad he is, he is also the best person in the world to treat me."

I have only him.

The old man sneered: "Hmph, looking at the Six Realms, the human race is the most selfish. They can betray their best friends for the sake of power and status. Brothers kill each other. They are worse than pigs and dogs."

"One day you will understand that what you have suffered today is a joke.

Xuanlong lowered his eyes and stopped talking.

It doesn't matter if Yan Yuan misunderstood, as long as he is clear in his heart.

There is no need to tell others about the matter between him and Yan Yuan.

Two hours later.

The old man withdrew his hand, and the purple light in his palm disappeared instantly: "Fortunately, you have suffered so much, and the fetus was saved."

Xuanlong was in a state of half-consciousness, his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't lift his eyes, and a faint voice came out of his throat: "Thank you, senior."

The old man snorted coldly, and suddenly tore off Xuanlong's wet skirt, revealing the purple-black wound on his chest that hadn't healed for a long time. With a stretch of his hand, there was an extra red coral medicine bottle, and he tore off the lid and poured a large amount of medicine powder on it.

"You should be mentally prepared. Your current body is not much better than the weak and useless human race. If you don't know how to cherish yourself, you may die before you survive the catastrophe. Whether the fetus can be born smoothly is another matter. "

"Did you pull out the scale yourself?"

If it is not willing, who can pull the scales of Xuanlong's protective heart.

Thousands of years of Taoism, cultivation is good, if I survive this catastrophe, I am afraid that I am not far from becoming an immortal...

Seeing that he didn't reply, the old man knew that he had passed out. He stood up, brushed the long hair on the back of Xuanlong aside, and sprinkled the rest of the medicine powder on the ugly wound on the back of his neck: "It's really cheap for you. With such great energy, I even gave away a bottle of fairy muscle powder for free, and it’s not a loss at all to accept your thousand-year-old practice.”

"The old man lost a lot of money."

Two days later.

The sun was shining brightly outside the bamboo building, Xuanlong woke up from the bed, covered his eyes with the back of his hand, sat up limply, and it took him a while to realize where he was.

The dirty clothes on his body have been changed, and the pain in his stomach is no longer there. He slowly lowered his head, and touched his lower abdomen with his slender hands. Just as he was about to touch them, he stopped hesitantly half an inch away from the lower abdomen, stretching his fingers Curled up, put back on the side.

The little thing inside was too fragile, he always felt as if it would break if he touched it, and he also felt that it was unreal that he could have a child with Yan Yuan.

This is undoubtedly a weird thing, but after thinking about it, if there is a child with his and A Yuan's blood, their family will be more complete.

That was something he... never even dared to think about before.

"You've woken up, you stupid dragon who has no future, occupied the old man's bed for two whole days!" The person arrived before he could hear, and the next breath, the log bead curtain was lifted, and the old man walked into the inner room with big strides. He was still eating a delicious salted fish cake in his hand.

Xuan Long turned his head to look, the old man had already stopped in front of the bed: "Is the patriarch your mother?"

It has been a long time since anyone mentioned his mother, Xuanlong was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes: "Yes."

The old man: "The day before yesterday. After you fell into a coma, she came over with a long sword and said that she wanted to kill you and cut off your other dragon horn, but was stopped by the old man."

"En." Xuanlong calmly responded, his eyes were attached to the Qingluan brocade quilt on his body, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The old man stared at his pale profile for a while, but finally didn't ask any questions. He sat on the rattan chair beside him, raised his legs and gnawed on the biscuits. Hurry up and leave, there is no place for you here."

"A woman as free and easy as the patriarch can go crazy after seeing you, this old man can't stop her for a while."

"Thank you senior for saving me." Xuanlong said in a low voice, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

He stood up straight, folded his hands together and placed two fingers on his chest. A black spiritual ball was condensed on his fingertips, and he was chanting a mantra silently. Just as he was about to pass the thousand-year-old Tao to the old man, the old man's figure flashed and moved in front of him in an instant. He raised his hand and bounced the spirit ball back into Xuanlong's body.

Xuanlong opened his eyes suspiciously, and the old man sat back on the rattan chair intact: "After you have survived the catastrophe, you can pay the debt. I don't want you to kill two people and dirty my house. It's bad luck."

"Hurry up, hurry up."

"Thank you... I will repay you twice at that time."

This Xuanlong was really stupid, he didn't even know how to make it sound a little nicer, he just said thank you, the old man rolled his eyes at his leaving back, and ate the last bite of biscuits.

"You can talk about it after you survive."

"Remember, this fetus is weak. You are only a month pregnant now. You must be cautious. The spiritual power must not fluctuate too much, it must not be bumped, it cannot be used for intercourse, and the dragon scales cannot be pulled out again. .”

"Excessive blood loss can also endanger the life of the fetus."

"Did you hear?"

He happily swallowed the biscuits in his mouth, and turned his head to see that Xuanlong had already left without a trace.