"Don't be such a pessimist." Liu Fuguang scolded, but he felt helpless. The drought was raging and the air was burning. Maybe what Yan Huan said was right. "We still have to see the specific situation before we can make a decision."
Yan Huanle laughed and said, "I'll listen to you."
They crossed the endless desert. Liu Fuguang opened his spiritual sense and looked around the sky. He did not see the shadow of the sun, but the sky was bright red like a burning iron ingot. The air was also filled with scorching fire poison. If a mortal lived here, he would surely die from internal combustion after a few breaths.
"There are no living creatures," Liu Fuguang said, "where is the battle between good and evil?"
"Water sources are often hidden under the desert," Yan Huan said, "and the residents here must also live underground."
Liu Fuguang nodded: "That makes sense."
They were galloping in the sand sea. For some reason, Liu Fuguang kept thinking about what Li Muxing said before she left. She mentioned the nature and instinct of dragons... This was still an extremely novel topic for him. All along, Yan Huan's evil attributes had overwhelmingly overshadowed his dragon habits. Many strange behaviors emerged more and more after he and his inner demon separated from each other.
For example, Yan Huan often thought he was secretly smelling his scent, and when he was with him, his throat and chest resonated with rumbling snoring. And Long's habit of nesting, feeding and hoarding became more and more serious. He hunted and cooked, as if the more Liu Fuguang ate and the more he received from him, the happier, more comfortable and more satisfied he was.
Even when they stopped at a place for a while and were about to leave, Yan Huan would always secretly change back to his original form, with his dragon horns stretched out and his belly exposed, rubbing back and forth on his pillow and bed... Liu Fuguang knew that the dragon's scent glands were buried in the fine scales on its belly. The scent was as strong as the sea breeze, carrying a thick and greasy aroma like blood, which almost made him sneeze.
If Liu Fuguang was to get angry, he would eventually leave; if he was to say nothing, the air would be filled with the desire of a real dragon in the courtship period, which made his palms itch and he wanted to slap Yan Huan on the face... Yan Huan actually thought Liu Fuguang couldn't find out! Or according to the degree of his twisted psychology, even if Liu Fuguang pointedly scolded him, what would be the use? Maybe he would even get happier with the scolding.
It seemed that when they got married, Yan Huan was not so shameless, sniffing around and circling his territory like a wild beast.
Is it because the power of the utmost evil is drastically consumed, just like the true appearance of the beach is revealed so clearly after the tide recedes
He was still in deep thought when Yan Huan stopped and raised his eyebrows, as if he had discovered some new toy.
"Look here," he muttered, "the remains of a battlefield."
Liu Fuguang looked up. It was getting dark. The wind was howling in the endless wilderness, like the neighing of thousands of horses. But even when night fell, it failed to cover the world with a veil of cooling. The sky was still the same crystal red, just a little dimmer.
"It's very old." He stepped on the sand and bent over to pick up a piece of the sword that was twisted by the wind, sand and heat. "Even the remaining murderous intent on it has completely disappeared. What did you find?"