"No, the Ancestral True Dragon is a noble golden color, which can be said to be known to all dragons." Yu Jiaojiao replied.
Song Shuhang: "..."
It's not a white dragon
So, the little white dragon on the mysterious island and the one who left these resentful messages are not the same dragon
It hurts my head, what did Song Mutou do in ancient times? How many people have you provoked? How many dragons have you provoked
Song Mutou, who is known as 'the first to escape', couldn't have all his skills in escaping for his life, right
"Then, is this ancestor true dragon still alive?" Song Shuhang asked.
Yu Jiaojiao replied, "I don't know, it's been a long time since my clan has been able to contact this true dragon ancestor. However, this ancestor should still be alive. He was the Dragon King of the past, and he existed at the level of an immortal who stepped out of his own way. I've never heard of it falling, so it's probably still somewhere in the universe."
Song Shuhang nodded and opened the diary again, wanting to see what was written on it.
However, the Japanese notebook was full of ancient characters, and these ancient characters did not have the attribute of 'self-translation', so Song Shuhang could only barely recognize a few words.
"Jiaojiao, what is written on it?" Song Shuhang asked.
"I don't know, I don't know much about ancient writing. However, I have inquired about it, and it seems that it is written about some miscellaneous things." Yu Jiaojiao's voice paused, and then said: "Do you suspect that there are any opportunities here? Do you want to? I'll ask the teacher at the Dragon King Palace to translate it for me?"
"You can try." Song Shuhang smiled, and then he closed the diary.
When he closed the diary, suddenly his heart moved.
His eyes fell on the back cover of the diary.
"Jiaojiao, the bottom page of this diary is a little weird." Song Shuhang said.
Jiaojiao's eyes suddenly lit up: "Where is the weirdness?"
She felt that her opportunity might come, and the seniors in the group were right. Song Shuhang has great luck and can be called Venerable White's trumpet. Moreover, compared with Venerable White, Song Shuhang's luck is safer!
According to a secret calculation by a boring senior in the group - Song Shuhang's atmosphere is far away, and it is not the passers-by who are injured every time, but Song Shuhang himself. That is to say, if anyone wants to rub Song Shuhang's iFi, it's not right... It's a matter of luck, and there is no need to worry that a meteorite will suddenly fall on the top of the head. Even if there is a meteorite, don't be afraid, the meteorite is mostly directed at Song Shuhang himself.
"Is the bottom page of this diary exactly the same as yours in reality? I feel that there is also a message on the bottom page. If you are free, go to the diary again." Song Shuhang said.
"Wait a moment, I'll go look at this diary again immediately." Yu Jiaojiao said.
"In this dream state, can you still read the diary?" Song Shuhang asked in surprise.
Yu Jiaojiao laughed: "You're dreaming, but I'm not. I'm still awake, wait for me for a moment."
Song Shuhang: "..."
After about thirty seconds.
Yu Jiaojiao's voice rang again, but her tone was a little disappointed: "Sure enough, there are still messages, but it's not an opportunity."
"What is that?" Song Shuhang asked.
"Wait for me, I'll update the memory in my head, put the book back on the shelf and open it again." Yu Jiaojiao said.
Song Shuhang: "..." Jiaojiao, is your brain a computer
However, he still put the diary back and took it out.
This time, he directly flipped through the diary and looked at the back cover.
After staring at the back cover for a while, a string of words appeared immediately.
The font this time is crooked, and it is also written in ancient times, but the word is ugly.
Hahahaha, idiot, if one day you die, I will release 3000 fireworks to celebrate, very happy. You're dead, and I don't have to be beaten again.
Song Shuhang: "..."
Nima, all of a sudden the 'slightly sad' atmosphere created by the real dragon ancestor was completely destroyed.
Song Shuhang only thought of one word - courting death!
If the first ancestor of Jinlong saw Song Mutou's answer, he would definitely cut people with a knife and hunt down this guy everywhere. Not to mention the first ancestor of the Golden Dragon, when Song Shuhang saw this answer, his temple exploded, and there was a kind of cockroach that wanted to cut people.
"It can only be said that this reply must be the Three Waves Disease." Yu Jiaojiao said.
Song Shuhang: "Cough, this is a matter of the ancient times. Even if the seniors of the Three Waves are powerful, it is impossible to infect the Three Waves disease across time and space."
"Then change the name, the ancient three waves disease." Yu Jiaojiao continued.
Song Shuhang praised: "No problem."
But when he just finished speaking, Song Shuhang suddenly moved in his heart.
This sentence was replied by Song Mutou.
That is to say... One day after the establishment of the Dragon King Palace, Song Mutou sneaked into the place and found the message of the 'Golden Dragon Ancestor'. And, still here, with the technique of the golden dragon ancestor, he picked up the pen to reply.
Song Mutou deliberately rushed back to the Dragon King's Palace, just to reply to the message of the first ancestor of the Golden Dragon
If this is really the case... Maybe Song Wood's reply can't be seen only on the surface.
The relationship or friendship between two people is definitely not as simple as it is literally expressed.
In addition, one thing can be seen from Song Mutou's message - Song Mutou couldn't beat the first ancestor of the Golden Dragon, and was always the one who was beaten.
"Are there any other messages?" Song Shuhang asked: "Also, Jiaojiao, go and check the plaque, picture scroll, and half-carved wood carvings again. Song Mutou returned the message on the diary, maybe some other objects. There are also his messages on the Internet, but they are hidden in other places."
"It makes sense, but is it necessary to see it? I think it must be a message to kill." Yu Jiaojiao said.
Song Shuhang shook his head: "This Song Wood is not as simple as you think."
It is still his speculation that Song Mutou is likely to be his ghost, and the theory of traveling through time and space... After all, it is limited to novels, movies, and TV.
Therefore, Song Shuhang could only tell Yu Jiaojiao what he knew: "Song Mutou existed in the ancient heaven, and he is related to many big figures in the ancient heaven. As far as I know, there are several longevity people. And Jie Xian, know Song Mutou. In addition, it can be seen from the messages here that the relationship between Song Mutou and the first ancestor of Jinlong is very unusual. Maybe you can guess some things from the messages and replies between them. More Possibly, there will be a double chance?"
"It makes sense." Yu Jiaojiao nodded and said, "Then I'll take you to the next message desk first, and then I'll look back at the plaque, the picture scroll, and the half-carved wood carving."
After that, Yu Jiaojiao guided Song Shuhang to travel in the Mosaic world again.
Finally, Song Shuhang came to a large jade bed.
"Where is this place?" Song Shuhang asked curiously, because there were mosaics everywhere, he had no idea what room he was in.
"This is a cultivation resort in the Dragon King's Palace. This jade bed was the place where the ancestors of the golden dragon slept, leaving a lot of dragon energy on it. For those of us who are descendants of the dragon blood, we should cultivate near this jade bed. , get twice the result with half the effort, and can also purify the blood." Yu Jiaojiao said: "Similarly, look carefully at the bottom right corner of the bed."
The ancestor of the golden dragon must have obsessive-compulsive disorder, and its message must be in the lower right corner.
Song Shuhang stared at the lower right corner for a moment, and then another string of words floated over.
Now, Song Wood, I'm pregnant.
Song Shuhang: "Pfft~~"
Isn't this Song Wood's pot
If so, then Song Mutou already has fertility? So, he is no longer a ghost? Or... His previous guess was wrong, Song Mutou was not his ghost
"Jiaojiao, is there any reply on this jade bed?" Song Shuhang asked.
"I didn't pay attention, you look around and see if there is anything special, I'll take a look again." Yu Jiaojiao said.
Song Shuhang stared at the jade bed for a closer look.
"Here, the position of the bed is different here. Jiaojiao, first look at the jade bed and see what the reply is." Song Shuhang said quickly.
"Wait for me for a while." Yu Jiaojiao said.
After all, Yu Jiaojiao, who was in the Dragon King's Palace, quickly went to the place where the jade bed was.
After a few minutes.
Yu Jiaojiao's voice sounded: "It's updated, close your eyes and watch it again. But... there is still no chance for this reply."
There was some disappointment in Jiaojiao's voice, but also a little joy, she was having a good time.
Treasure hunts are boring if you play alone. If you have a partner, it is very interesting to communicate with each other.
Song Shuhang closed his eyes and opened them again.
Later, he saw Song Mutou's crooked reply.
Hey, wait, if you leave such a message, it will cause misunderstandings for future generations! To be clear, it's definitely not mine. We... There should be handwriting on the back, but it should have been erased by Song Wood.
Song Shuhang: "..."
The first ancestor of Jinlong is pregnant. Judging from her and Song Mutou's messages, this child does not seem to be Song Mutou's child? But... I also vaguely felt that this child was inseparable from Song Mutou.
"Are there any other messages?" Song Shuhang asked.
Following this series of messages and replies, the image of a pair of enemies was formed in the minds of Song Shuhang and Yu Jiaojiao.
"There is one last place." Yu Jiaojiao said, "I will guide you to go... In addition, my body is also heading to the same location."
The last place is a big drum. But this drum has no head.
This time without Yu Jiaojiao's reminder, Song Shuhang looked at the lower right corner of the drum.
It's almost time, I've been waiting for you here for thirteen years, but you idiot didn't even step into the Dragon King's Palace. I'm leaving, maybe I'll go see the Great Northern Emperor. If one day, I see you again, I will kill you. You goddamn it, I do what I say. At that time, I will use your skin to paste this drum.
Song Shuhang carefully inspected the drum and pointed to the bottom of the drum: "Here!"
He seems to have a genuine connection with Song Mutou, and he can always find his hidden message location.
"It's synchronized, you close your eyes and then open them again." Yu Jiaojiao said.
Good luck with your plan. Song Wood's message.
Song Shuhang pinched his chin, reminded of the Great Northern Emperor, and realized it in his heart.
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