Master milk me

Zhang Yanqing's eyes darkened a little, and the moment he pinched the formula, the young dragon had already crawled up to him, and stretched out its small hand covered in black mud to grab the corner of his clothes.

He looked down at the young dragon, and gradually lowered his hand.This young dragon's cultivation base is low, and it can't pose any threat to him at all.

He can be subdued with bare hands.

Thinking, he picked it up and observed it.

He was born quite well, his facial features were carved in powder and jade, the base of his nose is dotted with two spots of black sand, which is extremely symmetrical, and when he smiles, he is dazzling and pleasing to the eye.

"Father...Daddy..." The young dragon flapped its hooves in mid-air, trying to open its arms towards him, and its laughter was like a melodious mountain spring, innocent and innocent.

Zhang Yanqing didn't respond to this.

As a Taoist priest, he understood very well the behavior of demons.

When demons transform into human form, they will imitate the crying of children, and they will also call people to be parents intimately, so as to confuse people's consciousness.

Most of the people who are bewitched have no good end, either they become food for young demons, or their spirits are sucked dry.However, there are also a small number of monsters who have the heart of a child.

In short, it is difficult to identify.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly, the little hand that was fluttering in the air suddenly pressed against his heart, strangling his heart.

Zhang Yanqing's pupils suddenly dilated.

The young dragon giggled, laughing harmlessly to humans and animals.

The more he looked at that face, the innocent smile on that little face became more and more weird.

Slowly, thousands of leaves flew in his sight, distorting the picture in front of him, and the young dragon's face gradually turned into a blurred and startling face.

Seeing that face, Zhang Yanqing's heart surged with turbid air, a mouthful of fishy sweetness stuck in his throat, and he wanted to spit it out several times, but he forcibly suppressed it again.

After a while, a deep and magnetic voice sounded from the bottom of his heart: "Old Taoist... how are you using my Dragon Ball?"

That voice was extremely sinister, with echoes rippling, long and far-reaching, like a ferocious beast trapped in the darkness for a long time.

"Drink——" Zhang Yanqing let go of his hand suddenly as if touching a fire, and threw the young dragon on the ground, with his thin lips slightly parted, staring at the innocent young dragon on the ground in horror.

It's him!

The young dragon didn't know what happened, he fell on his back, his innocent eyes were red, he seemed to have no idea why Zhang Yanqing wanted to throw him.

Zhang Yanqing stood on the spot, panting slowly.

Having experienced countless nightmares in the past hundred years, he has repeatedly exercised his will, and now, the hallucinations appearing in front of him still make him terrified.

that thing...

Do you have to force him to death?

It took him a long time to gather his composure, his panting gradually subsided, he stared at the young dragon on the ground thoughtfully for a while, opened the Qiankun bag at his waist, and put it in.

"Forget it, leave it to fate."

Uncle General's Mansion:

Zhang Yanqing came back with the young dragon.

Tai Shuyu thanked Zhang Yanqing tearfully, and almost knelt down to him on the spot when he was so excited: "Aiya... I really thank you, Daoist! The Immortal of Shushan is really amazing!"

One mouthful of Shushan.

The appearance of this dog leg is really disgusting.

He smiled and fawned on his mouth, but he didn't know how disgusted he was in his heart.But due to the heavy killing and the haunting of thousands of ghosts, and the need for the protection of Shushan, there is no other way but to endure it.

Tai Shuyu led him to the underground cage, and as he walked, he said: "Don't you know, Taoist priest, just now someone came from the imperial city and asked me where this dragon is? I'm so anxious, if the Taoist priest can't find it Tiaolong, I will lose the face of my great-uncle general's mansion."

Zhang Yanqing was silent.

The two came to the dark and smelly underground dark room one after the other.

He opened the universe bag with no expression on his face, released the young dragon inside, and locked it in a cold cage.

The young dragon rolled on the ground and shook its head, as if it hadn't realized where it was, but when it did, a trace of fear flashed in its clear eyes.

It moved its four hooves, quickly climbed to the railing, grabbed the corner of Tai Shuyu's clothes, and called him anxiously: "Daddy! Daddy!"

Uncle Yu Xie laughed twice, squatted down, pretended to be loving, stroked its head, and said, "My dear boy...stay here obediently..."

Zhang Yanqing frowned.

Tai Shuyu said: "This little bastard has a bad brain. Everyone calls him father and mother. When I caught it, I used a sesame seed..."

"..." Zhang Yanqing's eyes darkened a bit: "Really?"

"Doesn't the Taoist believe it?" Tai Shuyu slapped the young dragon hard, and then shook its horns. During this period, the young dragon was only stunned for a few times, as if thinking that Tai Shuyu was playing with him, and soon returned. Happily wagging his tail.

Tai Shuyu looked at Zhang Yanqing while tugging at his dragon horn, and said mockingly: "Look at how stupid it is, it won't get angry no matter how you beat it. This thing is only afraid of knives, not people at all."

As soon as the words fell, Cheng Guangjian stood in front of him diagonally.

"This is Taoist?" Tai Shuyu raised his eyes in confusion.

Zhang Yanqing met his gaze with lowered eyes, and said: "Animals are harmless, so why should General Taishu torture you?"

Tai Shuyu laughed, very displeased, displeased with a mere Taoist priest who despised majesty and dared to stand in front of Tai Shuyu with a sword?

To put it nicely, Shushan is a famous cultivator of immortals, but to put it bluntly, he is a group of poor rogue Taoist priests.Now the world is peaceful, there are no monsters and no disasters, who would need these old ways?

Nesting in the mountain, he still wanted to distribute medicinal materials to the victims. If his great uncle Yu hadn't shown mercy and introduced their medicinal materials into the palace, these old Taoist priests might have starved to death on the mountain.

Really ungrateful stuff.

Thinking about it, he said in a strange way: "Isn't Shushan upright and incompatible with monsters? What's the matter, the Taoist priest has softened his heart towards a monster?"

The only response to him was a cold sentence: "The general is suspicious."

Tai Shuyu was disdainful: "I almost thought that Shushan hooked up with monsters?"

"..." Zhang Yanqing withdrew the sword lying in front of him, hugged it in his arms, and said calmly: "The general knows... mortals who fall into demons also become demons."

It is well known that Tai Shuyu looked down on Shushan.

Zhang Yanqing has an irritable temper and can't bear it. He always speaks straightforwardly about unpleasant people and things, and is not as smooth as his master Yuanrong. As a result, Tai Shuyu's face changed when he said this.

"You!" His face was flushed with anger, "You bastard...do you mean that I'm a demon?"

"Yanqing has no other intentions." Zhang Yanqing withdrew his gaze, was too lazy to pester him, and said: "Shushan is busy with affairs, if the general is free, Yanqing will leave now."

Tai Shuyu was so angry that he blew his beard and stared: "What the hell, a mere Taoist really treats himself as something."

His mumbling voice fell into Zhang Yanqing's ears.

Zhang Yanqing paused, and looked sideways, his eyes were like eagles and knives, piercing his pupils sharply with a frightening chill.

Tai Shuyu was so frightened by that gaze that his voice stopped immediately, and he had nothing to say, and he didn't dare to say anything.

Zhang Yanqing held her sword in her arms and was about to leave.

At this time, a dirty hand grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Zhang Yanqing lowered his eyes, met a pair of aggrieved eyes, seemed to know that he was going to leave, Xiaolong grabbed his clothes tightly, and softly called him: "Daddy..."

"My dragon ball, are you using it well?"

The man's dull voice lingered in his heart for a long time.

His pupils were flickering, and there was a rare trace of panic in his originally calm expression, and he was even a little at a loss.

"Your father is here." Tai Shuyu grabbed his hand back and smiled evilly: "Come... come here, Daddy, give me a hug..." After a pause, his tone became harsh: "Daddy will let you relief."

The dazzling picture of a loving father made Zhang Yanqing's eyes darken a bit.He hesitated in his steps, as if he was thinking about something, and after thinking about it, he left.

After he left, Taishu Yu put down his loving fake face, stood outside the cage, kicked the head of the young dragon in the cage in distaste, and took it to vent his anger: "What the hell... Treat yourself as something ? Do you still dare to show embarrassment to Lao Tzu?"

Tai Shuyu kicked harder and harder, causing the young dragon to dodge with its head in its arms, with wounds all over its body. Even so, it still did not forget to call him: "Daddy..."

Tai Shuyu broke his mouth: "Don't call me daddy, so as not to dirty my name, my Tai Shuyu has been around for a lifetime, but I don't have a monster son like you."

Xiaolong naturally didn't know what he was talking about, he only knew that the person in front of him kicked him in pain, the pain made his brain twitch.

Tai Shuyu was still cursing, but he didn't know that the young dragon under him was trembling, his scales stood up, and his sharp fangs were exposed several times, but he held back and forcibly retracted it.

Enduring it, the little young dragon seemed to be about to take it no longer, the tip of his nose was sour, his eyes were rosy, covered with a layer of mist, and he was about to fall.

"Wow——" A sharp cry resounded through the sky.

As soon as Zhang Yanqing walked out of the dark room, there was a muffled thunder from the sky, and then the pouring rain fell like small stones on every corner of the courtyard.

In the blink of an eye, the originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, layer upon layer, and thunder billowing, as if it could collapse at any time.

There was also a manic and roaring dragon chant that followed, the voice was thick and loud, shaking everyone in Taishu's mansion.

A powerful force swayed like a wave of water, shocking a hundred miles around.For a moment, the wind was howling, the sky was thundering, and the beasts at the bottom of the water and on land were restless.

Even Chengguang in the scabbard was shaking violently.

"Help... help!!"

Tai Shuyu's terrified voice came from below the darkroom, because the darkroom was long and wide, the sound soon reached Zhang Yanqing's ears.

Zhang Yanqing's eyes turned cold, and when he heard the cry for help, he quickly pulled out Chengguang, and quickly returned to the underground dark room.

The underground dark room was in a mess.

A black dragon rolled frantically in the cage.

It opened a pair of big eyes that were as red as a soldering iron, and slammed its horns against the cage that imprisoned it fiercely, and the horns were a little crooked due to the impact too hard.

Tai Shuyu was paralyzed outside the cage, his old face was terrified, staring at a pair of cloudy eyes, fixedly staring at the manic black dragon in the cage, his legs shaking into sieves, his appearance was as embarrassing as it could be.

"Bang!" The iron door was smashed and fell to the ground, stirring up a layer of dust.

The black dragon shook his dizzy head, walked out staggeringly, and pressed his paws hard on Tai Shuyu's chest. His paws were as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold, and he spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Zhang Yanqing rushed down and was about to release Chengguang to stab the black dragon, but the black dragon suddenly let out a snort and lowered its head.

Under Zhang Yanqing's puzzled gaze, it shook its tail hanging on the ground, stretched out its long bright red tongue and licked Tai Shuyu's face like a dog.

Both Tai Shuyu and Zhang Yanqing were taken aback.

The young dragon let out two more heavy snorts, narrowed its eyes, and gently rubbed Tai Shuyu's head with its horns, as if trying to flatter him, its tail kept wagging from side to side, and slapped the ground.

Tai Shuyu was startled, and it took him a long time to react.

Maybe knowing that the animal was harmless, he tried to reach out his hand to touch its head, but the young dragon didn't resist, and took the initiative to push his hand with its horn.

"Bastard... don't move..." Tai Shuyu laughed excitedly after escaping from death, and stroked the soft hair on the top of its head with his hands.

"Huchihuchi..." The young dragon narrowed his eyes happily.

"..." Seeing this, Zhang Yanqing's hand holding the sword slowly dropped.

"Good... good..." Tai Shuyu hissed and comforted the young dragon, while slowly moving his hand to the crooked young horn on its right.

One second he still had a loving look, but the next second his expression darkened, he grabbed the young dragon by the right corner, and shouted: "A mere beast dares to harm me!"

When Zhang Yanqing discovered his little trick again, it was too late.

Tai Shuyu gripped the fragile dragon horn, and snapped it hard, breaking it on the spot.