When talking to someone, you should always look into the other person's eyes. After coming back to his senses, Liu Fuguang thought over and over again, not knowing whether he should look at his face or at his wandering eyes.
After hesitating for a moment, Liu Fuguang stared at the huge eye on his chest and smiled friendly: "How should I address you? Isn't it a bit too rude to call you Yan Huan directly?"
Yan Huan paused, and suddenly heard him calling out his name, and he felt a slight tingling sensation in his heart.
"It's up to you," he smiled, putting on a gentle, easy-going and generous look, "Since we are going to get married, we shouldn't be distant in addressing each other."
Since it was that group of so-called true immortals who acted as matchmakers, the national fortune of Dongzhao is temporarily strong. It would be a bit difficult to destroy it overnight. What's more, I have always been very patient when it comes to beautiful things.
The moving eyeballs on the Dragon God's body changed slightly, forming a malicious smile.
At worst, he could tear it apart and eat it when he got tired of it. That nice-looking dough could be a valuable collection. But I was curious, if he saw my true form, would he be frightened and in a state of panic, or would he flee in panic
Liu Fuguang felt a sharp chill like a needle piercing his chest. Looking at the eyes that were all staring at him, he said nothing. He just smiled and said, "Okay, then I will call you Yan Huan from now on. You can also just call me by my name."
He threw away the honorific "you" while he was at it. Yan Huan's smile became more and more gentle, almost affectionate. Bloody bubbles rolled in his heart, vicious illusions brewed in his mind, and the violent and violent anger in his body was all suppressed under the cold and dark robes, unable to be seen by outsiders.
"It's up to you," Yan Huan said with a pleasant face, "We have a long way to go, so there's no need to be so rigid about this."
The space and time around me gradually dimmed, as if there was a big, bright lamp illuminating the surrounding scenery and people, but now the lamp was extinguished, and everything was covered by a curtain.
For a moment, Liu Fuguang was in a trance.
He was like an outsider, a translucent ghost, looking down at his younger self and the Yan Huan of the past.
This was their first meeting. Yan Huan was sweet-mouthed but had a dagger in his heart, smiling. He was no different from a confused fool. He saw through Yan Huan's true face at the first sight, but still had unrealistic expectations of him.
So, what is this
A dream, or a distant memory, seeping in from his severely injured and overdrawn spirit, is it going to lead him to appreciate his own innocence again
Liu Fuguang looked down silently. The light came on again, like the curtain of a drama opening and entering its second act.
The days living in the Dragon Palace were no different from those in the Royal Palace of Dongzhao. If one had to compare the two, Yan Huan's Dragon Palace was more magnificent and extravagant. Even from the perspective of a cultivator, to say it was "extravagant" was still overly modest.
As the last Dragon God, it is hard to tell whether Yan Huan is a descendant of the Human Emperor or the Eleven Dragon Lords. The only thing that can be confirmed is that he inherited all the legacies of both parties - in addition to the sins and debts of the ancient gods that caused the catastrophe, as well as all their wealth and power.