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Lin Lang stood under the shadow that covered the sky and the sun, her clothes fluttering.
She combed her temple hair and raised her face to look at the sky.
At this time, the black sea of clouds seemed to have pushed through the heavy haze, and a dazzling golden light surged, dazzling and dazzling.
Incredible.
A clearer and more passionate dragon chant resounded through the world.
At the same time as the snake's scales fell off, a large amount of blood spewed out, like an endless rain of blood. In the devastated land, the dead trees spring up in an instant, and patches of green life grow again. It's just that these peach trees are not the usual pink, but extremely red.
The people below stood there dumbfounded, witnessing the birth of the myth of the Great Desolation.
Thrilling.
But it was extremely tragic.
At the cost of endless life, make a final struggle.
When the golden dragon swam towards the vast, deep but murderous sea, it swung its tail and turned its head downwards.
Those majestic golden pupils revealed a trace of reluctance.
Like saying farewell to its lover forever.
Everyone held their breath, not daring to disturb this moment of farewell.
Lin Lang stood against the wind and nodded slightly towards it.
In the chaos just now, the steps on her temples had long since been shattered, her black hair was scattered like silk, her lips were bloody, and there was a somewhat messy beauty in her embarrassment. Everyone just glanced at it, and then they felt palpitations, they didn't dare to look more, they turned their heads away obediently.
It was the little prince, who babbled and broke free from the arm of the Buddhist patriarch, and rushed towards Linlang with a thud.
Knowing that Lin Lang was injured, the little prince threw himself on her skirt, and instead of letting her hug her, he tightly grabbed Lin Lang's fingers with his chubby hands, refusing to let go.
"Mother, what is this? Why did Daddy become like this?"
The little prince leaned his head on Lin Lang's body, his big eyes looked at the golden dragon churning among the dark clouds in confusion and curiosity.
There is no shortage of legends about dragons in the world of comprehension, especially for emperors. Dragons are a supreme symbol of status and power.
It's just that the little prince has stayed in Youyu since he was a child, spending most of his time on cultivation, and from time to time, he would act coquettishly in front of A Niang to curry favor with her, trying to win her attention from the hateful Peanut. Free to focus on other things.
This time he ran away from home to find Lin Lang. The first time he came into contact with dragons, it was his father, the emperor, who came to threaten him with the green dragon in front of the palace.
It is said to be a blue-scaled dragon, but it is actually a kind of blue python with a domineering and fierce appearance.
"It's a dragon."
Lin Lang touched his small forehead to make sure there was nothing serious.
"dragon?"
The little prince tilted his head.
"What is a dragon?"
He had never seen it before, so he couldn't understand what kind of mythical creature the "dragon" was.
But when Lin Lang was at home, the little prince liked to cling to her very much. Seeing Lin Lang reading the training handbook, the little guy also pretended to read some story books, and occasionally caught the figure of "dragon". At that time, he was still very puzzled , Why does this mythical beast have the body of a snake but the horns of a deer? If he simply couldn't figure it out, the little guy didn't think about it either. After all, storybooks are for coaxing children, so they can't be taken as real.
"Dragon is a god in the prehistoric era. It can fly through the clouds and make rain." Lin Lang said softly.
The little prince wowed and jumped three feet high, "Daddy is amazing!"
He looked at the glittering golden dragon with eyes full of admiration, and felt that no matter how he looked at it, he looked majestic and full of domineering.
If possible, he also wants to become a "little dragon" who can ride the clouds and make rain.
In this case, he must be very powerful, and he can protect A Niang from being bullied by bad guys.
only…
Why does such a powerful "dragon" feel sad when looking at him and A Niang with those golden eyes
"Dragon" is so powerful, will you still be sad? impossible
The little prince scratched his head, not understanding. But he still waved his hand vigorously and shouted at Long, "Dad Long, beat the bad guy! Stomp on him!" The little guy wished he could plant a row of small flags in front of him, and wave the flags for Daddy Long.
The golden dragon stared quietly at the mother and child, with its tail swinging sideways, and rushed towards the thunderous catastrophe without hesitation.
"Boom—"
"hold head high-"
Dragon chants and thunder were intertwined, and another agate rain fell one after another.
Zhe Huan wiped away a drop of blood and tears from his face with his hands, his eyes were unclear, "Oh... Daddy Long? I didn't expect that a beast could be so affectionate, I underestimated it. But it's okay, my emperor The Taiping Canghai flute is missing a palace sash, and this golden dragon beard looks very good."
After finishing speaking, he held the jade flute in one hand and put it to his lips.
His red clothes were like fire, burning the eyes of all the female cultivators.
The Buddhist patriarch and his disciples immediately raised their golden bowls, and used Buddhist instruments to cut off the joy of peace.
Others were not so lucky, and some of their faces were flushed, as if they had fallen into a state of drunkenness. The Joy of Taiping is the famous ultimate move of the Qing Emperor Taiping. Using the sound of the flute to create a peaceful and prosperous age of singing and dancing, the country is peaceful and the people are peaceful, and it disintegrates the resistance of all beings from the level of will.
The pervasive sound is really hard to guard against.
Lin Lang hugged the little guy in front of her, and threw out a Qiankun Dinghai seal to firmly block the sonic attack.
It was dark outside, and the two warring parties seemed to be coming to an end.
Everyone fought in two directions, barely resisting the remaining prestige.
The little prince suddenly raised his head and asked her, "Mother, will Daddy win?"
He didn't even realize it himself, he was so sure of Yin Shiyi's father's identity that he didn't change his mind for a while.
"Will do."
There was a slight sound of fabric rubbing, and Lin Lang squatted down, covering the little prince's eyes with a cold palm.
"Aniang, why are you covering Langya's eyes?" The little prince, who was dark in front of his eyes, said childishly, "Langya wants to watch Daddy Long fight the bad guys."
That must be very imposing, how could he miss it
"Boom—"
The loud sound made the little prince tremble unconsciously.
Dusty.
Everything is silent.
"...Aunt?"
"Your dad won."
Lin Lang paused and withdrew her hand.
"Wow, Daddy is amazing—"
The little prince's exclamation stopped abruptly when his sight became clear.
The huge golden mountain peak fell into the deep valley, just like the heroism of the sunset, only a dragon's head was dying to hang on the ground, and the blood that continued to overflow stained the land scarlet.
The golden dragon breathed out weakly, and slowly opened its pupils.
It seemed to "look" towards Linlang.
"Daddy! Daddy Dragon!"
The little prince broke free from Lin Lang's hand suddenly, and ran out like a cannonball.
However, when he ran to the dragon, the little prince was embarrassed again, he didn't know what to do, he could only look at the omnipotent god in A Niang's mouth with a pair of red rabbit eyes.
It's so powerful... surely it won't die, right? Right
Jin Long struggled to blink his fan-sized eyelashes, exuding tenderness and pampering.
It moved closer, and gently scratched the little prince's cheek with its eyelashes.
The little prince was tickled and giggled, "Daddy, tickle."
Jin Long looked at him quietly and smiled, it was a father doting on his son.
The little prince leaned against it naturally, the golden scales seemed to be breathing slowly, and the little prince was also arched up and down, as if rolling. The dragon's body is huge, and its heat is also extremely astonishing, but at this moment it deliberately restrained the monstrous heat, and the scales also cooled down slowly, maintaining a warm and comfortable touch, without scalding the children.
"Daddy! Daddy!"
The little prince shouted happily, and the little short hands subconsciously wanted to hug its neck, which was obviously impossible, the little guy was not even as big as a dragon scale of the opponent. So the dragon tilted his head, and handed a dragon's beard in front of the child, so that he could grab and play with it when he was bored.
The little guy had never touched a dragon's beard, so he started to study it curiously, and innocently asked it some weird things.
But how can the dragon speak
It is not human after all.
The dragon opened his mouth and uttered vague and obscure syllables. In the end, he had no choice but to gently rub the scales against the child, coaxing his son with the method that this huge body could use.
Even so, the little prince was still very happy.
At this time, the wind and waves stopped, and with Zhehuan's death, the sky that was originally covered by dark clouds gradually became clearer.
A ray of long-lost light shone in.
The golden dragon was happily "playing" with the little prince, when he suddenly noticed something, the dragon's beard on the other side moved, and its bright golden eyes turned.
Lin Lang twisted the hem of her skirt and walked to it.
"laugh-"
The dragon breathed a little excitedly.
It's just that it forgot its current shape, and this breath was no less than a gust of wind and waves, which made Lin Lang's hair messy, and took a few steps back before barely stopping.
Jin Long seemed to have done something wrong, he lowered his head aggrieved, and carefully blinked his golden fan-like eyelashes.
Desperately longing for her to be near.
Lin Lang stabilized her body, and then approached it under Jin Long's expectant eyes.
A hand was placed gently on its cheek.
"hold head high-"
The other party let out a deep and joyful dragon cry.
It's like showing off.
Look, she touched the dragon.
Long is very happy.
"You were very powerful just now." Lin Lang said with a smile, "Jin Bao said that he also wants to become a great and majestic dragon like you in the future."
The little prince's eyes were confused, who is Jin Bao calling
Did Aniang remember wrongly, his name is not Jinbao!
Campbell said it in a good way!
But when the little guy saw Lin Lang bent down, put half of his face against the scales, and turned his head to kiss Daddy Long's lips, the little guy seemed to understand something, and his pink and tender face instantly turned red Blood, he quickly pouted over his little butt, pretending he didn't see or hear anything.
Oh, adults are just unreliable, how can they do such a thing in front of children
The little prince learned the mantra of the Buddhist patriarch and chanted "Amitabha, the Buddha is not to be blamed".
Jinlong let out another low cry, raised a dragon beard, wrapped it around Linlang's waist, and gently touched her body with his huge lips with sharp teeth closed, affectionate and nostalgic.
At the same time, its long whiskers, which were held by the little prince, also moved, and it circled around the little prince, gently pulling the shy little guy to Lin Lang's side.
"Daddy, what are you doing!"
Face to face with the "unreliable adult", the little guy twitched his hands and feet and became even more shy.
He's not ready yet!
Jin Long opened his mouth, and a warm and moist breath enveloped the mother and child.
Everyone was shocked to find that the golden dragon exhaled, and also spit out a brilliant bead.
The Buddhist patriarch remained silent.
dragon heart.
Among the prehistoric gods, the dragon clan has the ability to destroy the world, leaving people with an extremely cruel psychological shadow. However, this protoss known for their arrogance and cruelty cares deeply about their partners and bloodlines.
Before it dies, it will leave its treasured dragon body to its partner. Whether it is scales or sharp claws, they are extremely precious self-defense materials. As for the young children who were underage, they forcibly peeled off the flesh and blood in spite of the pain, leaving a intact dragon heart. This loving father's heart has passed on all their skills and methods, hoping to provide a better life for the young children living in the cruel prehistoric period. for a greater chance of survival.
"Daddy?"
The little guy didn't understand the true meaning of the loving father, but scratched his head in doubt.
Jinlong arched the bead, moved it to his mouth, and motioned him to swallow it.
The little guy had no choice but to look at his mother embarrassingly.
"The meeting gift your father gave you is also to celebrate your birthday, so keep it." Lin Lang patted his head.
The little prince happily opened his mouth and swallowed.
"Aniang, it's bitter."
He said with some surprise.
It is not ordinary suffering.
The little prince wrinkled his face unknowingly.
It's really bitter, I feel my tongue is so astringent and numb, it can be rolled up, and I don't feel a little bit.
He had never eaten anything so bitter.
Suddenly, a majestic force erupted in the Lingfu, which made the little prince panic.
The golden dragon caressed his back with the dragon beard, and slowly, the little prince was able to control the rampant force.
"Aniang, I feel like I've become very powerful all of a sudden." The little prince said half-understanding, "I'm full of energy."
Lin Lang smiled, "Then why don't you thank your father."
"Thank you Daddy!"
The little prince smiled and threw himself on the golden dragon's scales.
However, the golden dragon's scales did not open and close as before, but gradually became stiff.
At this time, the little prince finally realized that something was wrong.
"Daddy, you... are you cold?"
The little guy who has not seen life and death yet asked timidly with naive thoughts.
Jin Long first shook his head dully.
Then he nodded again.
It's a little cold.
But soon, it shouldn't be cold anymore.
The nearby peach trees grew branches and leaves again, and there were many red flowers, one of which floated to the dragon's claw.
It squeezed its paws together, trying to hold up this poor little flower and give it to its wife.
Inserted on her sideburns, it must look good.
Its memory has actually begun to blur.
She vaguely remembered that in the early morning of her wedding, she once said that peony is the flower of love in the world, and if young men and women over there are in a relationship, they will give this kind of flower to the person they like.
Be it peony or peach blossom, he also wants to fold the best one and give it to his favorite one in a dignified manner.
But it can't do it.