Shark Breeding Manual

He also has something to do, and now Fu Yushu can't come forward, he and Luo Jin are all in charge of Zongjianmen, and he also has something to ask Luo Jin.

"You mean there might be something wrong with Changfeng?"

"I don't know, but..." Thinking of Changfeng's eyes on the young prince that day, he shook his head: "This person appeared strangely, it's best to check."

"Ah."

When Sudan returned to the room, he saw that there was no one in the room, only Chang Feng was sitting on the head of the bed holding a towel to cool down the sleeping little prince.

His expression was very gentle, Sudan stretched out his hand and stopped him without a trace:

"It's troublesome, Mr. Changfeng probably hasn't had a good rest these two days, so leave it to me."

Changfeng looked at the towel in his hand, and after a while, handed it over:

"it is good."

After the people left, Sudan checked the room, and there was nothing wrong with it. He asked the doctor to take the flower away last night. He didn't trust Changfeng in his heart, so he didn't dare to keep his things, so he only asked the doctor to check What is it about.

The little prince also seemed uncomfortable in his sleep, and frowned uncomfortably. After hesitating for a moment, Sudan stretched out his hand to pat him, and said softly:

"It's okay, sleep well."

Until his breathing gradually calmed down, he was about to get up and go out when the person on the bed suddenly trembled:

"Changfeng!"

Su Dan took advantage of the situation and said: "Changfeng is not here, it's me, what do you want..." When he saw the young prince's eyes, he paused, and the words that followed seemed to be swallowed out of thin air. The young prince's throat was so dry that he groaned :

"Pour me some water."

"...Oh, oh okay, please wait a moment, my lord."

Only then did Sudan come back to his senses, and quickly got up to pour water for him. Recalling the look in the little prince's eyes just now, he felt a little weird for no reason.

After handing him the water glass, he tentatively asked, "Your Excellency, is there any discomfort?"

The little prince looked at him contemptuously: "Does this young master seem comfortable to you? Have another drink."

Apart from the lack of energy in his voice, Sudan unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his domineering appearance was no different from usual.

The little prince’s illness has not been cured. He is depressed every day and has nightmares again and again. After seeing it, the doctor has nothing else to say. The wind and cold are in his body, and he is too nervous and a little confused. It’s nothing serious. No, I can only add some body-replenishing medicine to the prescription.

It has been raining non-stop for the past few days, and the sun that finally came out was covered by dark clouds. Suddenly, the chill rushed over, and I felt that the surroundings were cloudy. The little prince has not had a good appetite recently. Sudan listened to the doctor's advice and bought two boxes of hawthorn from outside. Cake and sour plum, thinking to give him an appetizer.

Opening the door, the little prince was lazily lying on the bed, Changfeng sat beside him and waited on him, there was a pattering rain curtain on the eaves, and a few rippling flowers thanked each other as soon as they opened.

"Sir?"

Pass the pastry over and say:

"Young master, try it? The doctor said that you have a bad appetite recently, so it would be better to eat something sour."

The little prince squeezed a plum and stuffed it into his mouth, before he chewed it, he spat it out, Sudan said:

"what happened?"

The little prince drank two glasses of water in disgust: "Why is it so sour? Take it away."

Su Na Na looked at the pastry in his hand and took it aside. The little prince has always been acidophilic, and he might be unwell, but now he doesn't have the appetite.

The two of them didn't care about this trivial matter, but Chang Feng heard the words and lowered his eyelids to reveal the strange look in his eyes.

The little prince has been in poor health recently and was extremely lethargic. After chatting with Sudan for a while, he fell asleep. Sudan didn't respond to the words in his mouth, only then did he realize that he was already asleep.

Chang Feng on the side didn't wait for him to speak, and got up and left very consciously. Sudan's suspicion of Chang Feng was not very secretive, and he should have known it, but at this moment, he was so knowledgeable that it made Sudan care more.

Watching the people leave, Sudan sighed impatiently and walked to the bed. The little prince on the bed was fast asleep, his face was a little pale because of his illness, and the faint peach blossom fragrance wafted over with the sound of breathing.

The smell is very light, and if you sniff carefully, you can only smell the strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine filled with bitterness, but when you don't pay attention, the smell will slip out again, quietly rushing into the lungs along the nose.

It's like sneaking into a hair between the collar, scratching it quietly, trying to find it but can't find it, it's so playful that it makes people helpless.

"It's not wise to do it knowingly, Sultan, you shouldn't be too stupid."

Sudan rubbed his fingers unconsciously, and finally turned his head and left, and said to the guard outside the door: "Don't let anyone get close to the prince."

"Brother, are you there?"

After Sudan left the little prince's side, he came all the way to Luo Jin's yard. Luo Jin was quite surprised to see his brows furrowed unconsciously and his lips pursed. He thought something important had happened, but after hearing what Sudan said:

"You mean, the little prince's illness may have something to do with Changfeng? But didn't the doctor say it was caused by wind and cold?"

Sudan shook his head, a little dazed: "I don't know, but I think... something is wrong with him."

He thought of the strange look in the little prince's eyes just now, Changge's behavior these days, and that inexplicable flower, and he always felt that everything seemed not so simple.

It's just that this reason is too mysterious, and it obviously can't convince others. This is the first time Luo Jin has seen his junior brother look like this, and he still takes it to heart.

"How about this, you take care of the little prince first, and I'll inquire about Changfeng and that flower."

Sudan nodded: "Well, that's the only way."

……

It was really too cold, the little prince only felt that the cold wind was biting, as if it had blown all the snow from the northwest, and it seemed to be able to see blood on his face.

He climbed up the mountain and watched the young man sitting on the cliff in the distance, weeping silently, the clouds and mist billowing down the mountain, the news of death was blown erratically and disorderly, but all of them were passed into his ears intermittently.

He subconsciously walked towards the boy who was on the verge of collapse. Without saying a word, he took the boy's hand for a while, the tentacles were cold, and the bones were like the sharp teeth of a wild beast. The coldness seemed to be able to tear everything apart.

But he didn't care about it, he insisted on holding the opponent's hand tightly with his small palm, the boy looked up at her, in the pupils filled with tears, only the eyes of the woman in the green dress glistened.

I don't know how long it has passed, the little prince can barely feel any temperature, the boy suddenly pulled out a hand and wrapped his shoulders to bury his head and cried. The little prince knew that the boy's father passed away today, and he was bitten by the powerful Northwest wolves. He also knew that this person was called Changfeng.

And from now on, this childish young man will shoulder all responsibilities without fear of wind and rain.

He didn't know how long it had been, Changfeng asked him:

"Little wild cat, do you know fireflies?"

The little prince clearly knew what it was, but he said:

"What? A monster?"

"No..." Changfeng shook his head and smiled: "It's a mortal bug that can shine.

"Isn't that a monster? A guide can shine!"

"No, it's small, it can fly, it's about half the size of your fingernail, it's not aggressive, you just learned the illusion technique, show me the illusion."

"How do you know if something in the mortal world is offensive or not? You must have listened to what the elders said. Really, well, let me try, and give me your thoughts."

The little prince pretended to be dissatisfied and sneered, but he accepted the illusion of Changfeng's mind, his ten fingers were knotted, his closed eyes suddenly opened, and his clasped hands quickly spread to both sides:

Wow... la...

Countless bright bugs transformed from the palms of their hands and flew up into the air, lingering around the two of them, twinkling like stars on a moonlit night, Changfeng opened his eyes wide in an instant to see the fireflies flying around, the little prince was also surprised In an instant, it turned into amazement, full of surprises.

The night wind lifted the long hair of the two of them, and the sleeves of the sleeves were glowing with fireflies. The faces of the two were decorated with indelible colors in such a night.

The little prince felt as if he had been split into two halves, one half was amazed and happy about it, and the other half was helpless and sad about it.

He knew clearly in his heart that the illusion was not a firefly, but a creature like a glowing moth, but even so, the joy in his heart was real.

He even thinks that the night is so beautiful, what is the importance of all this?

It's like they don't know that the lifespan of fireflies will end in about ten days, and the most magnificent ones will eventually disappear the most.

He watched Chang Feng's transformation since that day, even though his small back was so tall that it was almost broken, his eyes were still calm and calm, and he already had the posture of a demigod patriarch at a young age.

A huge burden then fell on the young man's frail shoulders. He was crowned and crowned, and a white robe was added to his body. Outsiders were only the youngest and most accomplished patriarch of the demigod clan.

He even led the tribe to restore the stability of the wolf tribe in the northwest, which generations of patriarchs could not kill. Until that day, when the wind rose and the water surged, the dragon god woke up from his deep sleep, sweeping the sea and sweeping the sea with mermen with human bodies and fish tails. Blood flowed like a river, and half of Gujia Mountain was submerged.

The little prince could no longer tell who he was. He followed Changfeng, who was already a young man, to the rescue. He was not afraid of the vast sea water, but the shark who followed the sea was extremely troublesome. Everyone was puzzled by the legend. The mermaid people are ruthless and heartless. Where does this hatred come from? After three days and three nights of continuous rescue, everyone was exhausted. The humans on the mountain also looked terrified and needed to settle down. On the fourth day, some demigods in the descendant clan were unable to evacuate one after another, and many of them took care of these humans hated by the sharks with their injured bodies.

Chang Feng stood on the top of the high and wide mountain, and the sound of the wind lifted his clan robe. He looked thoughtfully at the vast and magnificent sea below the mountain, which was no longer blue, and the scarlet bones were overturned by the waves from time to time.

The little prince asked, "What are you thinking?"

Chang Feng looked a little dazed, and raised his hand to wipe off the sea water on his face:

"I don't know if it's right or wrong to do this. The mermaids have no heart or soul, and the dragon gods bless the world. If it wasn't for their extreme crimes, how could they attack humans? Even Emperor Qing and King Kunlun didn't take action. I'm afraid I was wrong. "

The little prince asked:

"Do you regret lending Wankucao to that human woman?"