"Fiancée? Who are you calling fiancée?" Xiao Longnu trembled all over, and she didn't know what method she used, but she escaped from Feng Qingyang's hands in an instant.
Her eyes were kind and she looked at Feng Qingyang angrily, but if you looked closely, you would definitely find the cunning hidden beneath the anger.
Feng Qingyang certainly couldn't hide her little thoughts. He was so smart that even if he plucked an eyebrow, it would be empty. It was natural for him to deal with such a simple and lovely little girl.
"Didn't you say before that she was my fiancée? Why are you denying it now? You should know that everyone present heard it clearly. Do you want to go back on your word? Everyone's ears are very sharp."
Having said this, he deliberately turned his head to look at the shrimp soldiers and crab generals beside him. This time, Xiaolongnu was disappointed again. Those shrimp soldiers and crab generals who had originally ignored her actually nodded in cooperation, which made her stamp her feet.
"Why are your elbows turned outward?" Xiao Longnu stretched out a finger and said crisply. This scene fell into Feng Qingyang's eyes, but it was extremely cute. Unconsciously, he seemed to see Qian Duoduo standing beside him.
As his eyes were blurred, he suddenly felt a pain in his body. He came to his senses instantly, opened his eyes, and saw Xiaolongnu stabbing him with a flying sword.
With a speechless smile, he walked around her and paced away. Since there were still seven days before entering the Dragon Tomb, he might as well take this opportunity to have a good rest. This was what he was thinking at the moment.
His mind was empty, and after leaving Xiaolongnu, his originally mischievous mood suddenly returned to tranquility. Looking at the scenery around him, he suddenly felt a little melancholy.
It would be great if I had a beautiful woman by my side on such a beautiful day. I shook my head and looked up at the sea. I unexpectedly discovered that even at the bottom of the sea, I could still clearly see the bright moon in the sky.
The light shone down, appearing so clear, as if his heart, beneath the murderous appearance, was not as strong as imagined, perhaps with a bit of weakness, but more of persistence.
It is this persistence that has supported him to this day. Because he has something on his mind, he will not give up. Even if he is covered in bruises or even bleeding, he will still move forward.
At this moment, his mind changed again. He became more persistent and more determined than before. Even if the sky fell, he would not give up.
"The spirit world, the center of the endless star field, maybe here, I can get what I want to know. All the mysteries of the ages may be hidden in it."
The burden in his heart reminds him all the time that he has his own mission, a mission that seems to be impossible to complete forever, but who can understand it until the end
"Draw a sword to cut the water, the water flows even faster; raise a cup to dispel sorrow, the sorrow becomes even greater." He muttered to himself, but he didn't know that not far behind him, Xiao Longnu was staring at him blankly.
The melancholy back and the sad atmosphere deeply infected the girl's ignorant heart.
Of course he was aware of her existence. He turned around, flew to her side, smiled slightly, said sorry, and disappeared with a whoosh.
The scenery can be seen everywhere, but things and people have changed. When you say you are looking at the scenery, you are actually just looking at your own heart.
"Who is he?" Xiao Longnu murmured, not knowing that his shadow had been deeply imprinted in her heart. What she didn't know was that their brief acquaintance would end in separation, and this separation would be forever.
Back in the Crystal Palace, there was a superior room already prepared for him. He flew in, closed the door silently, sat alone at the head of the bed, sighed, and sat cross-legged.
Seven days passed in a flash. During seclusion, time always passes silently and before he knew it, it was over. When he woke up, it was already noon on the seventh day.
Without anyone's reminder, he naturally woke up from his meditation, pushed open the door and walked out. Suddenly he realized that Prince Long and Little Dragon Girl were standing at the door.
"Fellow Daoist Feng, today is the day when the Dragon Tomb is opened. Please take care of yourself! When you and I meet again in the spirit world one day, we will fight to see who is the better of us."
Feng Qingyang smiled slightly, nodded immediately, and walked out. In a blink of an eye, he glanced at Xiaolongnu beside Prince Long, nodded and smiled, then walked away, changing his previous gangster temperament into a graceful gentleman.
"Fellow Daoist Feng, why do you want to enter the spirit world like this? You should know that entering like this means you are risking death." Prince Long chattered incessantly as he walked.
Feng Qingyang looked at him in surprise. In his mind, Prince Long seemed to be a serious and taciturn person. Why was he a little unusual today
His doubts were just seen by the Dragon Prince, who looked a little embarrassed and said, "I would only do this if I thought you were a friend. Although we have only known each other for a short time, I regard you as my best friend and don't want you to die like this."
"Hahaha, how could that be." Feng Qingyang laughed and felt a warm feeling in his heart. He naturally knew what Prince Long was thinking.
After all, I had killed him once, but now I am so powerful, it seems that he wants to wait until his strength improves before coming to fight me.
But... by that time, how strong will I be? Feng Qingyang shook his head and sighed. Looking at the eager eyes of Prince Long, he really couldn't bear to hit him.
The three of them walked silently, each with their own thoughts. Feng Qingyang didn't pay attention. When they stopped, they found that after turning left and right, they came to the entrance of a secret place.
The light was dim, like a whirlpool, and the old Dragon King stood in the whirlpool. Behind him, there were eight young men. Although each of them looked so fierce, Feng Qingyang could truly feel a sense of kindness.
Maybe the old Dragon King said something, or maybe there was something more that he didn't know.
"Little Taoist friend, today is the day to enter the Dragon Tomb. I will then open the teleportation formation for you. However, the formation is broken and only has the function of positioning coordinates, so that you will not be in the direction of the secret room in the void. You must be extra careful."
The old dragon king said in a deep voice, then turned around to look at the nine sons of the dragon behind him, and said bitterly: "It is said that a dragon gives birth to nine sons, each of them is different. Although I am not a dragon, I also have a part of dragon blood. If they enter the spirit world in the future, I hope you can take good care of them."
Feng Qingyang nodded, his face solemnly nodding. In life, we should be grateful and repay kindness. Others treat me with all their heart, so I must do the same.
"Senior, please be polite. I will definitely thank you for your kindness to me today one day." Feng Qingyang said again. Little did he know that the fortune that Feng Qingyang would bring to him in the future was something he could never imagine.
"Thank you for taking so long, little Taoist friend." The old Dragon King said politely. He seemed very happy to get Feng Qingyang's promise. He stopped talking and raised his hand to form a seal. Countless lights flashed and waves of inexplicable rhythm spread out.
"open!"