Dragon King relies on green tea

From knowing that his ribs were injured to the coldness of his body, Ye Junche had doubts.

If it is impossible for the human body to be so cold, then only the aquarium would have no body temperature, and who in the aquarium would dare to offend the Dragon King and smash his statue?

Then there is only one explanation, he is the Dragon King himself!

At this moment, Ye Junche had a lot of things to ask and say, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know where to start, and they looked at each other speechlessly for a while.

At this time, the most flustered person should be Chi'an. At the Dragon King Temple, he said so many things about how cruel the Dragon King was, all of which he said in front of Zisang Yanshu. It won't look like the sun will rise tomorrow.

Fortunately, Zisang Yanshu didn't care about him at the moment, and told him and Miaomiao to go out and wait with a wink.

"Yanshu, you lied to me again." Ye Junche was full of grievances. Since they met on Liuyu Mountain, they were lied to once by Zi Sang Yanshu, and now it is again.

But he felt very familiar with him, as if he should be close to him.

Zisang Yanshu lowered his eyes, unable to see clearly what he was thinking. After a long silence, he heard him whisper: "Are you disappointed in me? What Chi An said is all true. Stop the Rain Master from raining." It was me who did those cruel things, do you regret knowing me?"

Ye Junche really didn't expect that the Dragon King of the South China Sea, who can be said to be able to cover the sky with one hand and is feared by the gods, would talk to him carefully.

Ye Junche walked forward slowly, and whispered to Zisang Yanshu: "I believe that Yanshu must have a reason for Yanshu to do this. I am very fortunate to have met Yanshu. I often have a dream, and occasionally There will be a young man playing chess with me, and there will also be a young man who can't write well, but the dream is hazy, and I can't see clearly the scene in the dream until the night when I meet Yan Shu, the scene in the dream becomes real , Yanshu also treats me differently in every way, I think this is the origin of me and Yanshu."

Zisang Yanshu's bright eyes flickered for a moment, then darkened a bit, and said lonely: "Have you ever thought that maybe the real me is not what you see, look at Chi'an, you should know that I am Nanhai When the Dragon King, there was only fear in his eyes, don't you be afraid..."

Ye Junche knew what he wanted to say, and immediately interrupted: "Can you read words? Will you break my neck, or will you have a cramp?"

Being able to cut a piece of bone to save him, Ye Junche expected that Zi Sang Yanshu would not be so cruel.

Congenial friends will never tire of love, and bosom friends will talk about speculation.

From the first game they played in Gui Xun, from the moment he sent out the kit containing the talismans, he had already regarded this person who was familiar and close at first glance as his confidant, no matter whether he was What identity, what kind of person he is in the eyes of outsiders.

In Ye Junche's view, he is his friend, best friend, confidant.

The place of the Shenshu Temple is not big, and Zi Sang Yanshu has already ordered the land to come to the temple to clean it every once in a while, so the temple is clean except for some dust on the altar. .

Zi Sang Yanshu found a futon at random and sat down, and said to Ye Junche: "Young master is very good at guessing people's hearts, I really don't understand him at all, but I don't know how to make rain for this city of Yi. "

"En." Ye Junche responded in a low voice. As early as Zi Sang Yanshu saw the expression on the divine tree, Ye Junche could see that the divine tree was the bottom line of Zi Sang Yanshu. If the sacred tree is rude, it is impossible for Zi Sang Yanshu to rain on it.

He leaned against the altar, as if leaning against a sacred tree.

He must be very dependent on the sacred tree, thinking about it, Ye Junche felt an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart.

Ye Junche went to Zisang Yanshu and squatted down, and asked softly: "If the people of Yicheng re-enshrine the sacred tree, Yanshu, will you let Yicheng rain?"

Zisang Yanshu lowered his eyes to avoid Ye Junche's gaze, he didn't dare to respond because in his heart, he already had a conclusion.

Turning his eyes to one side, he said in a low voice: "The hibiscus tree protects the world, neither the world nor the gods should forget it, let alone speak rudely. Since you don't have awe in your heart, don't pray for protection. Yicheng a year ago When someone repented and insulted the sacred tree, I decided to make Yicheng drought for three years, and before the three years came, Yicheng would not rain."

"I just want to let the sheltered people remember the merits of the sacred tree. Is it that difficult just to remember? Is it that difficult..."

The meaning couldn't be more obvious. Ye Junche lowered his head in frustration, and his lowered eyes fell on the kit hanging on Zisang Yanshu's waist. At the waist, no matter what color or style of clothes he put on, he never took them off.

He can cherish a small kit so much, Zhou Yi was abandoned by his father and fell into the sea when he was young, he can rescue him, and the sacred tree died for the world, he must remember the merits of the world.

It can be seen from this that he has never been the cruel dragon king of the cold storage in Chi'an's mouth, on the contrary, he is the one who attaches great importance to friendship.

But if there is no rain for three years, the people in Yicheng may not be able to survive.

"Yanshu, is it really necessary to be dry for three years?" Ye Junche still couldn't bear it.

But after getting it, Zi Sang Yan wrote a very light word: "Yes."

Probably knowing what Ye Junche was thinking, Zi Sang Yanshu replied calmly: "You want to say that all the people in the world are innocent, and only a few barbarians can speak rudely, so you shouldn't implicate tens of thousands of people in a city, right? ?”

Ye Junche didn't make a sound, but the slightly flickering eyes had already told Zi Sang Yanshu what he thought, and he really thought so.

Seeing this son, Sang Yanshu smiled wryly, and said: "You are the same as him. No matter how much he pays, he never wants others to remember him. He just wants this world to be good. If you let him Knowing that I made Yicheng dry for three years, he must be so angry that he doesn't want to talk to me, but I want to do this, because the world should remember that he died because of this world!"

Ye Junche only felt that the sentence "You are the same as him" was very harsh. Could it be that all the hit-time hits he thought were just because he was the same as the legendary god?

It was just a moment of loneliness, Zisang Yanshu didn't notice it, he quietly looked at Ye Junche who was squatting in front of him, and asked: "So, young master Ye, are you still scolding me in your heart now? I've hurt the people of this city."

He said seriously: "I can give you the keel, but I can't promise you to make Yicheng rain. If you want to scold me like Chi'an, I'll listen."