Dragon Cub lowered his eyes, looked at the circle of red marks on his hand, and also opened his eyes wide in shock.
The physique of the red dragon is notoriously tough, with hard and thick armor. Charles has had many bumps and bumps in Dragon Island since he was a child, but even if he was thrown to the rocks on the shore by a tornado, he did not see any redness and swelling on his body. Sandy soil, Xiaolong can still have fun in the storm.
But this circle of red marks did not fade for a long time, it stayed on the skin for a long time, with slight pain, Xiaolong looked at it silently for a while, then raised his head to look at Jiang Wuyi aggrieved.
"Are you going to hit me?"
Jiang Wuyi felt that this must be explained clearly, and immediately retorted: "I didn't use any force."
Xiaolong looked at him accusingly.
What hatred and resentment, how much effort does it take to pinch myself like this!
Jiang Wuyi had no choice but to explain: "It's really not hard."
Although his hands were a bit stronger, he was clearly holding the little dragon with the same strength as usual, how could he hurt the little dragon
Xiaolong Zizai watched anxiously as his wrists gradually turned into bruises, and said, "You still say you're not angry!"
Jiang Wuyi really felt that June Feixue: "Zai Zai, I..."
"Jiang Yan, why are you unreasonable? I didn't mean to watch it. You said you're not angry and now you're pinching me..."
Xiaolong recognized Jiang Yan's inconsistency, and the more he talked, the more angry he became, he lost his temper, jumped to the ground and ran out: "I'm angry!"
Jiang Wuyi froze in place, looked at his hands, no matter how he thought about it, he felt that he was more wronged.
It's really useless...
And Charles ran to Shen Sansi's room, making up his mind not to go back.
His mood has been like a roller coaster for the past two days, and now he is about to explode, thinking in anger: Jiang Yan wants to kill or cut, anyway, he is determined to be angry...
all day!
Shen Sansi was apprehensive and apprehensive, always felt that if he didn't coax this master back, he would be in 100% of his life, so he said with a mournful face: "Young master, do your best, even if you lose your temper, don't rely on me."
Xiaolong bared his teeth at him: "If you keep talking, I'll eat you!"
Shen Sansi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he simply sat beside him and asked: "Why don't you tell me, why are you losing your temper?"
Xiaolong Zaizai thought about it, frowned and said, "Jiang Yan hit me."
"Beat you!"
Shen Sansi was so shocked that he couldn't hold his water glass: "Young Master Jiang almost carried you in his pocket all day, how could he be willing to beat you?"
Seeing that he didn't believe it, Xiaolong Zizai immediately stretched out his hand, thought for a while, and sure enough, the wrist was bruised and purple, which looked quite scary, and he frowned.
"Ah, you really are, did you apply the medicine?"
Xiaolong shook his head, deliberately selling miserably: "Jiang Yan hit me with his hands, I just ran out, how could I apply medicine?"
But he said yes, but he also felt that the bruises on his hands were strange. Charles had never seen the bruises on his body for such a long time.
It stands to reason that even if the cut is made, it should be healed. Why does this bruise last for a long time today
Shen Sansi turned around to look for the medicine for removing blood stasis, and asked strangely: "How did you provoke Mr. Jiang to make him so angry?"
Xiaolong Zaizai said vaguely: "I accidentally found out about his past, he said he was really angry, but he pinched me again, it doesn't count what he said, he's a bastard!"
"Hey, I know the bastard, the little boy is smart!"
Shen Sansi smiled and said, "This can't be regarded as hitting you. At best, you can't control your strength. Don't feel wronged. Come and stretch out your hand and apply some medicine."
After getting along for a few days, Shen Sansi could understand Charles's mind. He was clearly a child as white as paper. When Shen Sansi looked at him again, he couldn't help taking care of him as an elder. His philistine spirit is actually kind of gentle.
Xiaolong raised his head and looked over, in fact, Shen Sansi looks good, although he is not stunning, he can be regarded as handsome, if this person does not open his mouth, he is also a handsome young man.
With just one mouth, his demeanor was broken.
"That's all right, all you have to do is apply a little less to your small circle. This ointment for removing blood stasis is very precious..."
Xiaolong Zaizai withdrew his hand, only to feel his wrist was icy cold, he stretched, but every time he moved, he felt pain all over his body.
I didn't notice it when I was tossing before, but now when I relax and sit down, the pain is severe, and the most painful place is the tailbone. The little dragon blinked, moved his arms, and immediately grinned in pain.
Seeing that his expression was different, Shen Sansi raised his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"
Xiaolong was also puzzled, raised his head and said, "My body hurts too."
Shen Sansi froze, frowning and asked: "Did he really hit you?"
Xiaolong shook his head: "No, only the wrist was made by Jiang Yan...but everything on my body hurts..."
Shen San thought: "How did you do it? It hurts so much?"
The severe pain made Xiaolong gasp. After thinking about it carefully, he said uncertainly, "It seems that I fell from the cloud before."
Shen Sansi's eyes widened: "Fall off the cloud! My mother, you didn't say it earlier!"
Xiaolong really felt pain at the time, but he was never injured, so he didn't care, he was about to speak again, when Shen Sansi helped him up.
"This is not going to work, I have to go to Mr. Jiang to see, you should be growing up, don't break it..."
Shen Sansi didn't know if their monsters would be broken, but the child yelled in pain, it must have been a hard fall, and immediately sent him back to Jiang Wuyi.
Jiang Wuyi was struggling with how to coax the child, when he learned that the child was hurting from the fall, he immediately became serious.
He told Shen Sansi to go back to the yard first, and then took off the clothes on Xiaolong's upper body, seeing Ruyu's delicate skin with many bruises, his eyes sharpened.
Xiaolong didn't expect to have so many injuries on his body, he looked at Jiang Wuyi innocently, and said in surprise: "Jiang Yan, what's going on?"
Jiang Wuyi wasn't clear at the moment, he frowned and stretched out his hand to press it to confirm that the bones were not misplaced before asking, "Where is the pain?"
Xiaolong blinked, covered his tailbone and said, "Ass hurts."
Jiang Wuyi didn't think so much, he just felt a little distressed, took out a few bottles of ointment from the storage bag, and said: "Lie on the bed, I will apply the medicine for you."
The child was obedient, lying on the bed and hugging the pillow, worrying: "Jiang Yan, am I dying?"
Jiang Wuyi dipped his fingers in the medicine, and gently dabbed it on the bruise on his back, dissatisfied: "Nonsense."
"It's true, I heard that only dying dragons are particularly vulnerable..." Little Dragon Cub was frightened by his own thoughts: "I don't think I'm really dying!"
Jiang Wuyi was helpless: "No, don't talk nonsense."
Xiaolong was still thinking wildly, but Jiang Wuyi had a guess in his heart, and comforted him: "Your current state... seems to be accepting inheritance."
"inherited!"
Charles sat up suddenly, pulled the wound on his body, breathed in pain, tears swirled in his eyes instantly, Jiang Wuyi patted the child's head: "It hasn't been painted yet, don't move around."
Only then did Xiaolong lie down again, but he still couldn't help but turn around and ask, "You said I'm accepting the inheritance?"
Jiang Wu nodded: "Young dragons will be weaker when they receive inheritance. Although you are a little different, you look similar, and...you are a mixed race, you can teleport suddenly, and you can control clouds and mist. Even your horns have changed. Probably the body is activating different talents."
"Ah! Teleportation!"
The little dragon suddenly realized: "This is the talent of the silver dragon, but I looked more like a red dragon before?"
Jiang Wuyi didn't understand his race in that world, so he just silently applied medicine to his wound, but moved his fingertips down, and the white ointment dazzled on Xiaolong's lower back and tailbone, and soon turned transparent.
Those bruises appeared brightly on the young man's beautiful body, making them a bit dazzling.
Jiang Wuyi's fingers were slightly cold, scratching his warm skin, Xiaolong felt a little strange, and couldn't help but want to avoid it.
Lord Dragon God remained calm, but his ears were secretly red, he applied the medicine in two or three strokes, quickly covered Xiaolong's body with a blanket, and coughed lightly: "I'll go out and have a look."
Xiaolong Zaizai didn't know what he was going to see, and he still had no time to care about Jiang Wuyi's strange emotions because of the word "inheritance".
Inheritance...
It turns out that he has it too!
And Jiang Wuyi, who was standing at the door, showed a rare dazed expression, and stayed outside for a long time, but he couldn't erase the inappropriate thoughts.
Jiang Wuyi has lived for nearly two thousand years, but he has never had such a strong desire. It is probably because he lived too hastily in the past, and was trapped in the Dragon Valley for the next thousand years, so that the Lord Dragon God turned the past years over and over again. After thinking about it, he didn't seem to have much time to think about these messy things.
When he hadn't thought of these things, no matter how close Ren was with Xiaolong, he had never had such thoughts, so now that he had some thoughts, he seemed a little out of control.
That's the case with a single thought.
The dragon race is a race of lust, and plunder and possession are engraved in their bones and blood.
Even though Jiang Wuyi has human blood, because he is tired of dragons, he often does not want to admit that he is such an arrogant and savage creature, but the boiling blood always silently warns him that he will never be able to get rid of this instinct.
He took a deep breath, only to feel that the fingertips that had just touched Xiaolong's were unusually hot.
Xiaolong was excited for a while, and was about to ask Jiang Wuyi about the inheritance, but he couldn't wait for him to come back after waiting, so he ate dinner by himself.
But without Jiang Wuyi feeding, Xiaolong Cub held his chopsticks and felt that it was difficult to eat a meal.
Charles stared at the vegetable leaves on a table, then looked at the chopsticks in his hand, discouraged and asked his servants to remove the food, and lay down on the table boredly waiting for Jiang Wuyi to come back.
And he looked at the gold lettering on the plaque at the door for a while, suddenly he thought about it, stretched out his fingertips and shook it lightly, the gold lettering on the plaque melted, and then used the knife in the air like flowing water.
Looking at the plaque again, there is only one sunken inscription left, which looks ugly.
The silver dragon is used to the extraordinary control over the metal, Xiaolong only felt that this feeling was mysterious and mysterious, and wanted to put the gold letter back, but he lost the feeling, the golden water lost control and fell to the ground to solidify again.
It was clearly just a small movement, but Xiaolong Cub felt so tired that he couldn't even lift his fingers. Seeing that the sky was so dark, he didn't dare to stay in the yard any longer. He went back to his room and climbed into bed, and dug out a book he had bought in Lecheng earlier. Read the words.
However, probably due to exhausting his physical strength by using the new skills, Xiaolong Cub couldn't help but close his eyes before turning two pages, and just fell asleep on the bed.
When Jiang Wuyi came back again, what he saw was Xiaolong lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.
He was covered in cold air, he changed his outer robe at the door before walking in, he thought that Xiaolong would obediently wait for him to come back, but when he saw the child occupying a bed by himself and sleeping soundly, he felt a little unbalanced suddenly.
"Heartless."
Jiang Wuyi murmured, leaning over to hug the child inside, but when he lowered his head, he saw that Xiaolong hadn't put on his clothes at all, just put them loosely on his body.
And being hugged like this immediately exposed a large area of skin.
Only now did Long Zizai wake up, rubbing his eyes and shouting: "Jiang Yan..."
Jiang Wuyi's heart softened, he carefully avoided his wounds, and put him down gently.
"Go to sleep."
Xiaolong fell asleep again, Jiang Wuyi thought and thought, but in the end he didn't dare to stay, turned and went out, and went to the next room.
Dark clouds blow by, and the bright moon is in the sky.
When Charles was awakened by the two clumps of energy in his body, he rolled to the ground with the quilt at some point.
Two contradictory forces were entangled in his body, and unexpected pains came from all limbs and bones. One side was cold frost, and the other side was hot lava. Charles' neck was covered with scales, half dark red, half silvery white.
Charles almost felt that he was about to be torn apart by the tyrannical energy, his eyes were shining red, and after a while, his pupils were attacked by the silver frost again, turning into cold mercury balls...
Xiaolong had never sweated so much since he was a child, and he felt that his body was about to burst in the next moment. His eyes turned black, and he really wanted to find Jiang Yan, but he didn't wait for someone to come for a long time.
The skin of the whole body is hot, but the cold air is constantly gushing out from the body. The coldness is bound to extinguish the lava, and the lava is trying its best to wrap the frost.
Charles' eye circles were red, but he couldn't even shed tears until he couldn't bear it anymore. With a loud cry, he turned into a dragon and smashed down the house.
Jiang Wuyi woke up suddenly, and immediately went out to look, but saw a silver dragon lying on the ground weakly covered in frost and cold, with painful moaning sounds from its throat.
This is a completely different form from Charles's original one. The silver color became more and more unattainable under the moonlight, and soon, the silver dragon frantically swung its tail, then spread its wings and flew into the air.
Jiang Wuyi immediately set up barriers to prevent others from seeing Xiaolong, and then chased after him.
The silver dragon wailed, as if it was suffering great pain, it flew up to the sky, but it only flew over a few hills, then lost its strength and fell, and fell straight into the pool water on the hill below.
Jiang Wuyi immediately turned into a cloud, wrapped the silver dragon, and slowly fell into the water holding the dragon's body.
The little dragon seemed to be feeling better in the water. He didn't struggle any more, or maybe he lost his strength. He couldn't even lift his head, hanging on the shore, but there were still red lines on the silver neck. , indicating the majestic power that is about to emerge from the body.
Jiang Wuyi put his hand on his neck, and a steady stream of spiritual energy flowed in, guiding the two competing forces for him.
Xiaolong finally felt better, raised his eyes weakly, and approached him whimpering.
Not long after, the silver mist around his body was thick, and when he looked at Charles again, he had turned into a human again, curled up in the water.
Seeing that the child's body was about to sink into the water, Jiang Wuyi immediately hugged him, Xiaolong was obviously unconscious, and the abilities in his body were still fighting for sovereignty, and he would never stop dying.
Red dragons and silver dragons are natural enemies, a large part of the reason is completely different energy systems.
Jiang Wuyi kept channeling his veins with spiritual power, trying to appease the two tyrannical energies, but he was excluded, and he was still unable to completely suppress the energies.
Charles was suffering from colic all over his body, and his scorching skin wanted to breathe fire. When he regained consciousness a little, his eyes turned red quickly, and he lay trembling on Jiang Wuyi's body.
But he was in so much pain that he couldn't even shed tears, and even his eye sockets were burning. In a trance, Xiaolong had a terrible premonition that he would really die under the battle of these two energies, and he finally seemed to vaguely understand why It is discarded as soon as it is born.
The dragon race of mixed blood cannot accept inheritance.
A body can't bear two strengths at all.
Not to mention that this power is completely incompatible.
So his destiny from birth, besides being a waste without inheritance, is to struggle to death under such conflicting energies.
Jiang Wuyi walked around Xiaolong's body a few times following his spiritual sense, and naturally understood the truth. He made a decision in his heart, tightened his hand holding Xiaolong, and called out softly, "Zai Zai, wake up."
Xiaolong's hair was wet with pool water and sweat, and he raised his eyes bewilderedly, wanting to ask Jiang Yan if he was going to die, but he only uttered a series of meaningless scales.
But at least it showed that Xiaolong was awake, Jiang Wuyi pressed his forehead between his brows, and more turbulent aura was transmitted into his body, which made him feel better.
Jiang Wuyi continued to speak: "Zai Zai, I will seal half of your power with my soul, don't resist, trust me."
Charles couldn't speak, so he blinked, and silver or red armor kept appearing on his body, which was suppressed by Jiang Wuyi's spiritual power and disappeared.
Seeing Xiaolong's consent, Jiang Wuyi hesitated for a moment, but still separated his soul and swam into his body.
Doing so is undoubtedly very dangerous.
The separation of mind and soul means that if something happens to Charles, half of Jiang Wuyi's mind and soul will also disappear.
The consequences of losing half of the soul are often more terrifying than death.
But with Xiaolong's current situation, Jiang Wuyi couldn't think of a second method. As a dragon, Charles' raging power couldn't be suppressed by ordinary spirits.
And at the moment when Jiang Wuyi's spirit entered Xiaolong's body, the cyan dragon pattern on Charles' wrist began to swim restlessly, and the contract began to be unclear which one was his real master. On the dragon's wrist.
The power in his body was subdued and appeased, and Xiaolong closed his eyes heavily.
The light around the two of them dissipated, and Jiang Wuyi hugged Xiaolong and walked to the shore, instantly dispelling the moisture from the two of them.
He looked down at the child who had completely fallen asleep, and said with a low smile, "I really can't tell you to run away now."
Jiang Wuyi is not a law-abiding person, nor is it the first time he has done such an unsure thing, but he is not afraid of death and has no worries, so he always does things a little crazy.
Anyone would have to think about the matter of splitting the spirit and soul, but he did it when he thought about it.
Jiang Wuyi moved his arms so that Charles could lean on his shoulder and sleep more comfortably.
Xiaolong Zaizai sniffed his nose in his sleep, probably because of the severe pain, and frowned after falling asleep, his nose and eye circles were red, but his lips were pale.
After returning to Mingyu Xianzong, Jiang Wuyi withdrew the barrier and asked someone to clean up the mess.
Seeing the shocked expressions of those disciples, Jiang Wuyi chuckled lightly, thinking that his Zai Zai had really been dismantled wherever he went.
It was already dawn, and Shen Sansi always got up early, so he came to take a look and took a deep breath: "My mother, how much do you have to pay for this!"
Jiang Wuyi smiled and said, "Not much."
He had already put Xiaolong in the house and covered it with a quilt, wrapped it like a little dragon ball, Xiaolong fell asleep, and from time to time wept aggrievedly, but Jiang Wuyi was in a strangely bright mood, and he thought of making a bet with Shen Sansi, the child Wake up and cry again.
Shen Sansi was surprised: "I haven't heard that it is so dangerous for a monster to receive an inheritance, but I can't say for sure, the little master must be in pain."
After saying that, Shen San thought and clicked his tongue, feeling sorry for the children, he went to look for the disciple who was in charge of cooking like a mother, and asked the kitchen to make more food to nourish his body.
"Steamed ginseng chicken with wolfberry and big bones, angelica pig's trotters and crucian carp soup, look, oh, yes, yes! A few more bowls of Ganoderma lucidum and bird's nest..."
The little disciple was helpless: "Is this to replenish the body or confinement?"
Shen Sansi waved his hand: "Oh, what do you know, our young master never eats too much, you go quickly, if you can't find it, go down the mountain to buy it, don't waste your time."
After waved away the little disciple, Shen Sansi was still uneasy, turned around and followed.
It was also the first time in Jiang Wuyi's life that he did such a stupid thing as dividing his soul.
He was sitting next to Xiaolong in a daze right now, forcibly splitting his soul, which brought him a lot of backlash, and releasing his spiritual power all night, even Jiang Wuyi would find it too much.
However, Xiaolong's suppressed power was still a bit disproportionate, so Jiang Wuyi could only use some more strength to calm down the overly active power.
The inheritance of the suppressed party belongs to the red dragon.
The power of the silver dragon tends to be softer, while the red dragon is completely opposite, tyrannical, greedy, and powerfully aggressive. Compared with the two, Jiang Wuyi still suppresses the power of the red dragon, because the horns on the head of the little dragon are always turned into silver.
When Shen Sansi came back again, he saw Jiang Wuyi sitting on the edge of the bed with his eyes closed.
Xiaolong was still asleep, Shen Sansi lightly put a large pile of food boxes on the table, lowered his voice and asked, "Is little master better?"
Jiang Wuyi nodded, and Shen Sansi felt relieved.
"It seems that being a human being or being a monster is not easy..."
Seeing Jiang Wuyi raised his eyes coldly, Shen Sansi immediately understood: "I'm not talking nonsense, I have something to tell you."
Jiang Wuyi put down the bed curtain, went to the table and poured himself a cup of tea: "What's the matter?"
Shen Sansi then said: "I went out early in the morning and asked around, and as expected, this Hongzhai Yizhuang is good at ghosts, and now all formations are closely related to ghosts. I heard that Hongzhai Yizhuang Another messy grave was dug up in the boundary, tsk, it was filled with dead bodies one after another, it was terrifying!"
He raised the volume a little, and Jiang Wuyi immediately tapped the table with his fingers.
Only then did Shen Sansi lower his voice again, and said: "This matter is inextricably related to Hongzhai Yizhuang, and I saw Lord Qi in the morning, guess what?"
"The imperial court has already been alarmed, and the princess Lin'an has been sent to sit here!"
Jiang Wuyi paused for a while when he picked up the teacup, and looked at him sharply.
"Say, who's coming?"
Shen Sansi repeated it again: "The eldest princess, the most famous beauty in the dynasty!"
After he finished speaking, he saw the teacup in Jiang Wuyi's hand turned into fly ash.
"Pack it up, we will leave when Zai Zai wakes up."
Jiang Wuyi's expression was cold: "If Zai Zai finds out about this, you don't have to live anymore."
Shen Sansi shuddered violently, never expecting Jiang Wuyi to react like this, immediately covered his mouth, and said in a barely audible voice: "Don't say it! Don't say it even if you kill him!"