Li Yunzi's sculptures and portraits, I don't know which master it is from. Countless people in Zulong City State are amazed by it, and it makes too many young men's hearts sprout, and there are even many people like Luo Xiao who have already distorted their psychology. obsessive.
This Lei Feiming is just one of them.
Unlike those who purely satisfy their own curiosity and fantasy, every portrait he posted is dignified and holy, like a pure and pure goddess, without the unsightly versions circulated in the market.
It can be seen that in his mind, a certain person has been regarded as a very high belief by him.
The thought of killing also condensed in my heart.
After all, he would be a useless person if he spared his life. After Zhu Minglang walked out of the room, he couldn't help but heaved a long sigh.
How many people like this are there in this city-state
This reminded Zhu Minglang of a saying in Jianjia: The so-called Yi people are on the side of the water. If you travel back from it, the road is long and obstructed.
After witnessing Li Yunzi's pacification of the Wutu riots, Zhu Minglang knew very well that Li Yunzi was more outstanding than he imagined, and she endured the humiliation and took the burden to break through before standing.
Whether it's Li Yunzi's real enemies, or those who hate because of admiration, I'm afraid they will all come towards her.
Among the two, there must be strong people, and it is definitely not as simple as Lei Feiming who has the top candle dragon.
"How can Xiaobai be careful about these fangs until he reaches adulthood?"
Crazy to crazy, the heart of precaution is absolutely indispensable, not to mention that after today, there will be more people staring at him.
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In the dead of night, hoarfrost began to condense in the overgrown yard, and a layer of ice slowly condensed on the small pool full of water ferns.
Suddenly, an unusual wind blew past, and the ice surface of the pool suddenly cracked, and lines appeared one after another.
The house is dim, and there is no tower of lights on the wall not far away to outline the outlines of tables, chairs, screens, and beds...
The room was closed tightly, and there was a picture on the wall, but there was no wind and they fluttered, and they made the sound of pages being turned.
Lei Feiming was half asleep and half awake, and saw the big mural on the wall in the dark. The beautiful woman standing proudly in the mural seemed to be glowing with the light of the moon even in the darkness.
Lei Feiming rubbed his eyes, he thought he had an illusion, because he seemed to see the person in the painting floating down from the scroll, and walking towards him step by step.
"Shua!"
The beauty in the painting had a sword in her hand, and the shadow stabbed out the sword without any warning, and saw the sword of ink shadow piercing Lei Feiming's throat!
Lei Feiming looked at the beauty in ink who had come back to life from the painting in disbelief, and he couldn't believe that the woman he believed in stabbed him with a sword.
His throat began to overflow with blood, his eyes were full of shock, even at the last moment of his death, he didn't understand why he died at the hands of the holy scroll beauties he had collected.
That picture drew out the ink sword, and its graceful figure floated backward bit by bit, but when it returned to the huge scroll, it melted suddenly, turning into a pool of smeared smudges. Ink, slowly flowing down the white canvas...
The night was silent, the courtyard was desolate, and all the portraits in the house were no longer flipped, returning to the original tranquility.
Lei Feiming fell into a pool of blood, and the blood and ink spread together.
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Zhu Minglang returned to the Academy of Dragon Training. He walked to the Hall of the Dragon Reserve and found that the little dragon cub had recovered very well. It was chasing and fighting with a few little elves in the Hall of the Dragon Reserve...
Seeing Zhu Minglang appear, the little dragon cub spread his featherless wings and ran over, looking very dependent.
"I haven't given you a name yet," Zhu Minglang said.
"Woo~~~" The little dragon cub seemed to understand what Zhu Minglang said, and showed a look of anticipation.
"Green skin?"
"Woohoo!"
"green beans??"
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! !
"Qingzhuo? It's very hard to choose a name, and the name is just a code name. You choose one of these three, green skin, mung bean, and Qingzhuo." Zhu Minglang said to the little guy.
The little dragon cub stared wide-eyed at the same vertical pupils as its mother, which were glowing with a blue bewildered luster.
Do you need to choose someone who doesn't bully children like this
"Okay, I'll call it Qing Zhuo. If you still shed your skin and change your blood, and turn into something blue or purple, then change your name to Lan Zhuo, Zi Zhuo..." Zhu Minglang saw that the little dragon cub was very satisfied with the name he gave it, Can't help showing a smile.
"Let's go to the spiritual realm first. Phoebe juice is not easy to find, so you should drink the juice first, and grow up as soon as possible, and your body will become healthy." Zhu Minglang continued.
When the little guy arrived in the spirit realm, he saw Big Black Fang and Little White.
After introducing myself, soon there were dissatisfied protests from three dragon pets in Zhu Minglang's spiritual realm.
Is there such a perfunctory owner? In terms of name, you can’t take it lightly. Will you add family members in the future to fill up all the colors
Needless to say, Zhu Minglang really has plans in this regard.
In the future, if there are dragon pets such as red, blue, and yellow, they should be given priority, and this system of naming dragons will be neat and tidy!
However, the spiritual covenant has reached its upper limit.
Opening a new spiritual covenant requires some rare heavenly essence and earth essence. In a place like Zulong City-State, any treasure that can increase the spiritual covenant will be bid wildly...
Now that Bai Qi has awakened the Canglong Xuanshu himself, he doesn't have to worry about buying expensive dragon balls.
There is still a large amount of alimony from Qingzhuo's mother. On the one hand, it can be considered to increase Bai Qi's growth rate so that it can reach adulthood as soon as possible, and on the other hand, it can raise little Qingzhuo as soon as possible.
Even Mr. Wu felt that Xiao Qingzhuo was extraordinary, and his strength must be worth looking forward to.
If he can add another dragon in a short time, he can take the initiative to find Luo Xiao and deal with this cancer first!
Killing Ke Bei and severely injuring Duan Lan, the original enemy Zhu Minglang would not be so easily forgotten.
On the way back to the courtyard, there is a bamboo forest that is evergreen all the year round. The bamboo forest is tall and slender. The slender figure swayed gently in the cold and misty night.
The sound of the bamboo forest is the most soothing to the mind, and Zhu Minglang also likes bamboo forests.
There is an independent pavilion in the bamboo forest, and there is a bamboo observation platform in the attic. Looking from Zhu Minglang, you can just see a warm light on the observation platform in the attic.
Under the light, there is a slim girl, she is holding a pen, and she is painting gracefully.
Bamboo groves, lights, and beauties made this desolate winter night suddenly bright and warm, as if adding indescribable colors all of a sudden.
Zhu Minglang stood on the path in the bamboo forest, looked through the soft bamboo, and looked at it quietly for a while.
"Painting at night?"
There was such a little confusion in my heart, but when I thought about it carefully, maybe I was just practicing, not trying to describe the dark bamboo forest.
Zhu Minglang did not disturb the woman's elegant mood, and continued to walk forward.
In fact, this person is a little familiar with herself, so she only accompanied her in a scene where they fell in love at first sight in the afternoon.
It has been heard before that Nan Lingsha is a painter at the Academy of Dragon Training. Seeing her painting here at this time, Zhu Minglang doesn't think it is a strange thing, as long as she is not drawing a weird sacrificial picture and then Just write your name on it and curse yourself.
Pretending not to see, rushing on the road, Zhu Minglang is like a scholar walking at night, suddenly seeing a beautiful figure on the side of the road, thinking that there are so many romantic encounters in the world, it is probably not a good thing, so he pretends to be blind.
But when Nan Lingsha saw Zhu Minglang, she seemed to have finished painting, she put down the brush in her hand, and looked at Zhu Minglang's back from a distance, her eyes were clear and beautiful, but there was no ripple at all, making it difficult to see her heart clearly emotions.
Just when Zhu Minglang was about to go far away, suddenly a green creature like a puppy ran over from Zhu Minglang's direction. It passed through the bamboo forest and jumped to the viewing platform where Nan Lingsha was.
The cyan vertical pupil carefully sized up the beauty in front of the case for a while, and after making sure that the other party showed no hostility, the cyan little dragon leaned over the ink, and gently sniffed the cyan ink with its nose. .
This color ink is obviously not real ink, but the juice of some kind of leaf and wood, not to mention the unique aroma, the color is also very special.
The colored inks were neatly placed in a row, and there were more than a dozen different colored inks, but the blue-green wood juice was the little guy's favorite. It raised its head again, confirming that this gentle and elegant human elder sister was not Knowing how to attack himself, this little dragon licked the wood juice used for painting with peace of mind.
"Dum, thump, thump, thump..."
The sound of footsteps came from the side steps, and Zhu Minglang chased after him. Seeing Xiao Qingzhuo drinking his painting ink, his face turned dark all of a sudden.
Don't drink nectar in vain.
Black teeth eat fat.
What kind of taste do you guys have in painting ink? !
Isn't this embarrassing for the Dragon Shepherd! !
"Sorry, sorry." Zhu Minglang stepped forward in embarrassment, and picked up the naughty little guy.
"That's nanmu juice, give it a drink." Nan Lingsha said lightly.
"Wood juice?" Zhu Minglang was a little surprised, and leaned over to smell it. There was indeed a delicate woody smell, but it was far from refreshing and delicious.
"Where did you come from?" Nan Lingsha asked.
"In the forest, in the forest to the north, there is a dragon cliff at the ancient pine forest. Miss, do you recognize this dragon? I just happen to be a little confused about its dragon birth plan, and its bloodline and race don't seem to be recorded in the books." Zhu Minglang also Opened his mouth and asked.
Since Nan Lingsha is the eldest lady of the Nan family, she is no stranger to Long.
Little Qingzhuo is neither a dragon of the green forest nor a giant forest dragon, but it obviously belongs to this family tree. Zhu Minglang asked Mr. Wu, but Mr. Wu only asked himself to ask people from the Nan family.
Zhu Minglang asked Nan Ye, Nan Ye didn't understand anything, and now he happened to meet Nan Lingsha again, even though he didn't know if it was a coincidence, he could ask her to help him clear up the confusion.