Yan Huan was so excited that he couldn't control himself. Ever since Liu Fuguang came back, his mind could no longer hold any extra things. Until someone else pointed it out to him, Yan Huan remembered that he also had a trump card in his hand.
He paused for a moment in front of the palace gate, roughly adjusted his clothes, and then strode in hurriedly to present his treasure to Liu Fuguang.
"Fu Guang!" He called out loudly, and ran to the bed eagerly, "I have something to give you, I guarantee you will like it very much and be very happy, come with me, okay?"
Liu Fuguang was a little surprised. According to the previous rules, Yan Huan should have stayed away and not disturbed him anymore.
However, he did not want to get up, and was even more tired of dealing with Yan Huan's sudden passion. Seeing Liu Fuguang half-closed his eyes and unwilling to respond to him, Yan Huan was not discouraged. He hesitated, thought about it, and took out a seal-like object from his arms, which looked like an old object.
Fearing that Liu Fuguang would be even more disgusted, he could not just take the other's hand and put the seal inside. Yan Huan gently placed it on the bedside and said slowly: "Look, I put it here."
Liu Fuguang opened his eyes tiredly and glanced at the seal on the bedside. His brows frowned, and then he froze in shock.
There is a crouching red jewel golden crow on the seal button, and the word "Zhuolang" is engraved on the seal face - this thing is none other than the first private seal given to him by his parents when he turned one year old.
How did it end up in Yan Huan's hands? !
Liu Fuguang raised his head suddenly. His eyes were filled with shock, anger, vigilance, and all kinds of incredible negative speculations. They were like sharp arrows that pierced Yan Huan's heart and made him feel a wave of painful pain.
Yan Huan cheered up and quickly explained gently: "Don't be afraid, qing... Well, don't be afraid, just follow me, I will take you to see where this seal came from."
Liu Fuguang was silent for a while, and then he stood up with difficulty. Yan Huan hurriedly summoned a soft and fragrant cloud of wind and gently leaned Liu Fuguang against it. After leaving the palace gate, the cloud grew with the wind and automatically turned into an exquisite sedan chair. Yan Huan led the way in front and drove towards the destination very smoothly.
There was no conversation along the way. Yan Huan led him towards the depths of the Dragon Palace and came to the treasure house that he actually used for collection.
Compared to this place, the hall where he casually placed two miniature immortal gates was as casual and sloppy as a storage room. This place was filled with all kinds of rare treasures that he had carefully collected when he was still a young dragon, but since he gradually indulged in fantasy and couldn't extricate himself, thinking about Liu Fuguang day and night, this place also became quiet, and until he rebuilt the Dragon Palace Nest, it has not been opened for thousands of years.
The sedan chair stopped. Liu Fuguang held the private seal in his hand. He did not want Yan Huan to support him and stumbled to the ground by himself.
His eyes swept across the treasures that were as majestic as mountains and as vast as the sea, and gradually stopped at the center in front.
On the golden platform, which was one person high, there was a square miniature landscape that looked like a chessboard. The mountains and rivers were clear and steep, and the rivers and seas were like jade. The capital city inside was scattered, with green tiles and flying eaves, houses, and the busy flow of people, all of which were as numerous and small as silk dust. The tallest and most majestic royal city stood at the highest point of all the landscapes. The red flowers had faded, the prosperity had ended, and only the shocking sorrow and mourning remained, floating in every corner of the palace.