In the desolate and human world of Prison Dragon, for many years, I can't see a few people, it is very difficult to survive here, the spiritual energy of the world is blocked, no grass grows, and the environment is harsh.
There are only a few wild tribes, and there will be some stubborn primitives.
Except for talking, hunting, and food and clothing, everything else must be stepped aside.
On a road overgrown with weeds, one big and one small, two people, the handsome young man in front, holding a rope, tied the hands of the twelve-year-old in the back, stubbornly pulling him, and walking around, swimming around** .
"Battle! You might as well kill me!"
"Old thing, old miscellaneous hair, give me a hundred years, and I can abuse you too!"
"You are a dog! A madman—"
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This is the initial tone of Xiaowan Qin Lang along the way.
Then it gradually became—
"Brother, where are you taking me? Can you discuss it, don't tie me with a rope!"
"Uncle! I beg you, you have something to say!"
"Grandpa, you are my grandfather, you are my ancestor! I'm thirsty, I'm hungry, I really can't walk anymore, oooooo..."
After talking about it, Qin Lang knelt on the ground immediately, cursing Luo Xingchen to live a hundred years in a circle.
When Luo Xingchen heard it, I was afraid that he would really curse: Sun you fairy, who do you curse for being a hundred years old? Why are you more ruthless than Heaven!
He had chapped lips, pale face, and sweaty head. He walked for thousands of miles, panting, and breathing like a dog sticking out his tongue. He really couldn't walk.
"Xiao Ye whirring ... exhausted, and I die, Uncle, uncle, you are spared, and I really die ..."
Qin Lang lay on the ground, the tortoise shrank into a ball, and was dragged forward by Luo Xingchen as a ball. His limbs rubbed the ground and his clothes were torn.
But his original intention was that he didn't want to move.
Luo Xingchen finally stopped, turned around and turned around, walked to Qin Lang's front, squatted down, held his head, and chuckled: "Now, are you willing to worship me as a teacher?"
The corner of Qin Lang's mouth twitched, with black lines all over his head: "Uncle... I am very talented, and I am often scolded by my dad. Even that Qingfeng, as my dad's guard, looks down on me. If you accept me, you will definitely regret it!"
Luo Xingchen sneered and said: "Hehe! What did you say before? Give you a hundred years and torture me? Why are you so frustrated? Are you dying?"
"I... I... I'm not good, good... I'm a bad guy! I surrendered, uncle, I haven't served anyone in my life, my father and I won't accept it, you let me take it! Are you amazing? ? Me, I just didn't-out-interest!"
Qin Lang grinned, he was forced to go against Luo Xingchen's will.
Luo Xingchen was like playing the piano to a cow. It was so difficult to accept an apprentice for the first time in his life!
He turned dark and wanted to slap again.
But seeing Qin Lang's expression that death is stronger than alive, he was also helpless.
"Let you worship me as a teacher, to give you a chance. If your father died in my hands in the future, you can avenge him!
Did you not see my strength? To tell you the truth, if it wasn't for my mercy, it must not have been me who lay down first, it was him!
Are you afraid that I will come back and kill him in the future? "
Qin Lang looked aggrieved and resentful, and raised his head and shouted loudly, "What do you think of me? I will apprentice with you, and then I will kill you again! What is the difference between me and a beast? In that case, I am. Not even beasts!
I would rather not learn from you, no matter how talented you are, no matter how strong you are, I will practice by myself! Want to accept me as a disciple, dream! "
Qin Lang was awe-inspiring, his eyes were red and red, he was very reluctant, and would rather die than surrender.
This big and small are all freaks.
It's not that enemies don't get together!
Luo Xingchen suddenly stunned, and said with a wry smile: "You... seem to be very different from what I saw at first sight!"
Qin Lang pouted and turned his head, not even looking.
He was full of grievances, but he didn't want to tell others.
If you want to survive in the Demon Abyss, you have to be respected, that is not an easy task.
Qin Yang taught him to be domineering and mad for a lifetime, so that no one would dare to offend you.
The conditions for the Mozu to recognize each other are to be arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, lawless, and unwilling to accept anyone!
What he seemed like a dude was actually learned from his old son Qin Yang.
In fact, he was not like that.
Saying this now is in vain.
"Hey, you really don't want to learn?"
Luo Xingchen was serious, staring at Qin Lang, abruptly moving his head back, seemingly confident.
Qin Lang curled his lips: "If you don't learn, I won't learn! I won't learn if I'm killed!"
Luo Xingchen got up and backed away, motionless, staring at a certain corner where there were some rare green grass fields.
These green grasses are full of vigor.
His will rushed to the grass.
The green grass suddenly wilted, lowered its head, and the leaves turned yellow.
After that, it was even more withered, lifeless, and a piece of ashes.
Qin Lang was inattentive and didn't bother to watch it.
However, he inadvertently noticed the power of letting everything wither, and it was unfolding before his eyes.
He still couldn't help but went to take a look.
Suddenly, he was stunned.
"What kind of power is this? Why is it so powerful."
Qin Lang was dumbfounded and frightened.
Luo Xingchen smiled slightly and said, "Look again!"
His will, transformed into some diametrically opposite factor!
The artistic conception of life!
I don't know when, he has been able to control one of the eternal and unchanging avenues-the artistic conception of life as he wants!
As long as he is not dead, he can turn the tide, save himself and others.
I remember that at the beginning, Motian seemed to use the mood of life to save his life.
These withered yellow grasses, once again, resurged from the ashes, glowing with green luster, and raised the branches and leaves.
Qin Lang had difficulty breathing and his eyes were violent!
"I rely on..."
Unbelievable was written on Qin Lang's face.
Is that human being? Let the green grass brown, not to mention, can also make the yellow grass rejuvenate
Qin Lang really wanted to scold Luo Xingchen's ancestors for the eighteenth generation.
He knew that his father couldn't handle this kind of strange power.
"Since I understood the flawless realm and transformed the power of the stars into my unique cultivation system, I have possessed the artistic realm of life. It is no longer illusory and timeless.
Haha, kid, is your heart moved? "
Luo Xingchen smiled confidently, and Qin Lang's heart was tangled.
He was confused and struggling, and finally shook his head violently, "Huh! So what? You have your way, but it doesn't belong to me. You can't teach my way!"
Luo Xingchen smiled softly, but he didn't really care.
"You are afraid of being charged with injustice, I can understand.
Forget it, I am not going to force you.
If you go with me, you can still practice on your own. At a young age, you know martial arts. You are much better than those noble children I met back then.
I don't want you to return to the demons. You are a human being and don't belong there! How much warmth can you feel there
Why not, I will take you to find a place that can make you warm as spring.
You have to understand that love has no boundaries! Cultivation must have meaning! Blindly becoming stronger will only make yourself lose your way and become confused. "
When Luo Xingchen said these words, Qin Lang was dumbfounded and surprised.
"real or fake?"
Qin Lang didn't believe it at first.
Luo Xingchen closed his eyes: "I do what I say!"
Qin Lang jumped three feet and laughed: "Hahahaha... Thank you, uncle, for you can fulfill me, I can finally leave this ghost place! Great! Wow!"
Qin Lang continued to jump up and down, overjoyed.
Luo Xingchen's eyes flashed a trace of the old traitor's giant slip.
In fact, he hadn't planned to accept apprentices at first. By doing so, he wanted to promote and suppress, and first made Qin Lang irritable and uneasy, and then he relaxed the conditions, Qin Lang would naturally feel that it was a relief.
Qin Lang was only twelve years old, ignorant, he was still a child after all.
"Uh, uh... Uncle... In that case, can this rope be untied?"
Qin Lang darkened his face in embarrassment, staring at the knotted twine in his hands.
Luo Xingchen flicked a sword light with his fingers and cut the hemp rope without hurting Qin Lang. He controlled his strength, and he was perfect.
Qin Lang was relieved now, and he didn't plan to escape again, he knew he couldn't escape.
Then you can only follow Luo Xingchen obediently, and make plans in the future.
As long as you live and go home, you still have a chance.
What Qin Lang thought in his heart was not a word.
He silently followed Luo Xingchen and set off again, and the two of them continued to swim in this vast prison and dragon world.
Traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, and finally saw the light.
There are tribes, there are sounds of iron strikes, and there are roars of wild animals, which prove that there are people in this place!
Qin Lang took a deep breath, cheered up, and finally didn't have to be so boring.
He took the lead to step out and walked in front of Luo Xingchen.
He carefully observed the environment here, it was very simple and dilapidated.
There are wooden houses and even some thatched houses.
Compared to those gorgeous palaces in the Demon Abyss, this is simply incomparable!
"Really poor..." Qin Lang couldn't help but mutter.
On the road between these wooden houses and thatched huts, Qin Lang couldn't bear to disturb.
Luo Xingchen followed him, strolling leisurely, holding his arms, becoming taciturn, lowered his head, as if thinking about something.
"Daddy... I want to drink milk..."
The tender voice of a little milk baby is slender and soft.
This voice sounded in the thatched hut on the left of Qin Lang.
Qin Lang's eyes lit up, and this voice reminded him of the cute little boy who was just born two or three years old in the Demon Abyss before.
He couldn't help pushing the door open, peeking through the crack of the door curiously.
But seeing a little girl who was really only two or three years old, and that head fell through Qin Lang's crotch without any effort.
She blinked her big eyes, but she spoke very clearly, and she was clever and clever all over her body.
Don't cry or make trouble, in front of the little girl, a young man with a young woman in his arms, his eyes filled with sadness, tears bursting.
This young woman, with blood stains on the corners of her mouth, had lost her breath, and had been dead for several hours.
The youth was also very young, he kept crying, hugged his beloved, and refused to let go.
Little milk baby, ignorant and ignorant, perhaps thought that her mother was just asleep.
The tears on her father's cheeks, she still didn't understand what it meant.
"Milk... Drinking milk... Lingling is hungry..."
The little girl opened her mouth, pitifully, she was about to shed tears at last.
The young man looked at her with heartache like a knife, tears streaming down his face, and couldn't bear to read.
"Lingling, let my mother sleep for a while, she is tired, she should have a good rest."
Lingling's big eyes continued to blink, tears flickering in her eyes, and eventually she couldn't help it. He sat on the ground, rubbing his eye rims, and cried: "Woo... Lingling is hungry! Lingling wants to eat milk, wow! …"
For the first time in Qin Lang's life, when he saw such a thing, his heart was inexplicable, a little bit fucked, some trembling...