The white-haired Dragon King's voice was weak, and even his breath was intermittent.

He was seriously injured and could no longer maintain his human form. The white scales on his body emerged, and blood oozed from between the scales.

When he wakes up, he speaks.

Some of the dragon generals and demons in this dragon palace looked at the young white-haired dragon king with dodges, while others looked at him with ridicule.

But the woman in gorgeous clothes with a white pearl on her forehead was still sitting next to the huge dragon head, lowering her head and peeling lychees one by one.

The white and translucent lychee meat was piled on the plate. A cloud of mist appeared on the body of the big dragon hovering in the void of the Dragon Palace. The huge dragon body disappeared in the cloud and mist, and was replaced by a man with murderous aura in his eyes and curly hair shawl.

man.

He sat on the throne of the Dragon King with a big horse and a golden sword. He leaned forward, picked up a lychee peeled by the woman at random, and put it into his mouth. His eyes were still on the woman beside him.

The woman named Xianzhu lowered her head to peel lychees, and her normally normal eyes became more and more indifferent.

"If a dragon associates with insects and snakes in the mud, it will not be worthy of being a real dragon, and it will even die from it one day.

Young Master, Xianzhu has been a slave since I was a child. If you hadn't saved me, I would still be trapped in that dark water tank.

I don’t want to be a slave anymore, let alone die with you, Master... When you die, I will build a tomb for you and repay your life-saving grace."

As the water flow fluctuates, the colorful clothes on Xianzhu's body also ripple.

When the white-haired Dragon King, who was chained to the Chinese watch, heard Xian Zhu's words, the vitality in his eyes disappeared. The only strength in his body seemed to be drained, and he fell limp and was pulled by the chain again.

"Ten years after I left...if it hadn't been for...if it hadn't been for your palm, I would never have believed that you would have abandoned me."

The white-haired Dragon King seemed to have completely lost hope of living, and his body was motionless.

At this moment, a wounded dragon suddenly flew out of the mud outside Longgong.

The dragon flew into the dragon palace, and its blood spilled.

The big dragon general who was eating lychees on the throne snorted coldly and looked at the dragon in the distance.

The dragon crawled in the dragon palace and spoke a series of dragon language.

General Da Long ignored him, he waved his hand casually and said: "There are countless disciples of famous sects in the Hezhong Road now.

You are not as skilled as others, so you deserve to be struck by a sword. However... you are my dragon, you cannot bear this sword in vain. Although there are many famous sects in the world, there are only a few who can fall in my face, Tai Chong Hai.

Not much.

You can recover from your injuries, and in a few days, I will ask General Jie Yuanshui to go with you to look for them."

The dragon that had been so majestic in front of Chen Shangu lightly nodded its head, then flew up to a dragon palace watch and settled on the watch, but there was still murderous intention in its eyes.

The woman in green clothes and holding the sword, as well as the two ignorant mortal children, must fall into his belly.

"Fu Yunqi..."

The great dragon general turned his attention to the white-haired dragon king again: "You are a real dragon, but you took the surname of a mortal, and regarded ordinary people who are not half your age as your parents. Even this surname reveals a sense of despicableness.

smell."

"But... this is always a trivial matter, but you should never delay the prince's order and try to do anything in the Dragon Pan Formation.

Do you think that because you are the new Dragon King of Yuan Xiahe appointed by the Dafu imperial court, you can ignore the Five Directions Dragon Palace?"

The dragon general's eyes were full of inquiry, and the mysterious rune tattoos on his face were still shining faintly.

The white-haired dragon king Fu Yunqi seemed not to have heard the words of the great dragon general under the prince's command. He made no sound, as if he was already dead.

"You look like a mortal."

The big dragon will stand up, with his body on his back, and his long black hair wandering in the flowing water.

He came to Fu Yunqi and looked down at the former Dragon King of Xiahe: "I heard that you studied and practiced calligraphy with your humble mortal father, and even took part in the scientific examination before.

As a true dragon, if you don't travel through the clouds and mist, or shine with the sun and the moon, you will be born with a pair of mean bones."

"But even so, you are still a true dragon.

The eldest prince has already given an order, and he will not come to interrogate you again. You have delayed the Dragon Pan Formation and should be punished with death. Dragons are born noble. According to the habits of the dragon genus, you can choose a place where the dragon falls and become yours.

The place of death."

The hand offering pearls and peeling lychees next to the throne of the Dragon King paused slightly, then returned to normal.

General Dalong flicked his fingers.

The white-haired Fu Yunqi's body fell from the Chinese watch.

There are still special shackles on the wrists and ankles that glow with blue light.

Fu Yunqi, who had always been silent and silent, seemed to have regained some strength when he heard the words of General Dalong.

He climbed up with difficulty, turned around with two shackles on, always lowering his head and looking at the road ahead, but did not look at any figure in the Dragon Palace.

He staggered out of the Dragon Palace and walked along a stretch of river that was originally the Xia River.

"Father, if you were still alive, how would you teach me?"

Fu Yunqi's dragon tendons had been extracted, and all his strength had been drained from his body, but he still insisted on walking in the river, still thinking of his father.

His father was just an ordinary and shabby scholar. His fame in his life was limited to being a scholar. He failed the examination several times and finally became an equally ordinary man in the thatched cottage.

It's just that... Fu Yunqi was seriously injured and fell on the beach. Mr. and Mrs. Caotang picked him up and took them home, taking good care of him for several years.

At that time, all of Fu Yunqi's cultivation was gone. His body was locked and he could not even return to the dragon body. He was confused and couldn't remember the past.

The childless Mr. Caotang told him that he was his son.

Fu Yunqi still remembered that when Mr. Thatched Cottage looked at him, the love in his eyes almost overflowed, and he also taught him how to read and write.

"From the spectrum of chaos, heaven and earth are opened; in the country of Huaxu, spring and autumn can be seen early."

Mr. Caotang taught Fu Yunqi to write such beautiful words.

Fu Yunqi also began to like writing and reading.

Thirty years passed in the blink of an eye.

In thirty years, a mere mortal has experienced old age, illness, and death.

Mr. That Cottage finally died beside Fu Yunqi.

Fu Yunqi went to Taixuanjing, and this real dragon, like his ordinary mortal father, went to Xuandu to take the exam.

He had never been admitted to the imperial examination, but he was in the eyes of many adults in the Dafu court.

Later, the Yuan Xia River overflowed, accelerating the catastrophe, and the original Yuan Xia River Dragon King was beheaded.

And Fu Yunqi was appointed as the new original Dragon King of Xiahe.

It's just... Fu Yunqi always thinks of his father and always wants to do something for thousands of ordinary lives.

Among the aloof dragons, there are also those with good intentions.

It's just that...a kind-hearted dragon is about to die.

Fu Yunqi walked away in shackles for a long time. He became weaker and weaker, his eyes half-open and half-closed, until he reached the shore and walked to the village that no longer existed.

From outside the village, all you can see is desolation.

It was already night, but it was still unbearably hot, and the river road had completely turned into a furnace.

And because the dragon is about to come, the originally small village has been turned into a ruin. People either died in the ruins, or became one of the thousands of fleeers, fighting for their lives in this troubled world.

Fu Yunqi entered the village and headed towards his father's tomb.

It's just that the sky here is filled with dust and wooden beams block the road, so it's quite difficult for Fu Yunqi to walk.

But he still knows the way. He has lived here for thirty years...

Even though the village has changed beyond recognition like him, Fu Yunqi still remembers where he came from.

All the way to where his father's tomb was, he saw two figures wandering there in the distance.

A shirtless young man squatted not far away, looking at the ruins of the village and sighing.

Another young man in black with an extraordinary bearing was holding up his father's tombstone, brushing off the dust on it, and carefully looking at the words on it.

Immediately, he seemed to notice Fu Yunqi's arrival, turned slightly, and looked this way from a distance.

Another strong young man did the same. When this young man saw Fu Yunqi and the dragon horns on Fu Yunqi's forehead, he slowly stood up.

His eyes seemed calm, but they were full of murderous intent.

Fu Yunqi turned his head and glanced in the direction of the Dragon Palace, then took a few steps in a hurry while dragging his shackles.

"Although I don't know who you are, I thank you for holding the monument for my father, but there will be demons here, which is too dangerous.

You...leave as soon as possible."

Fu Yunqi urged the two of them to leave.

He wanted to fall here and couldn't bear to see these two young men affected by this.

Lu Jing looked at the dragon horns on his forehead, and then at the shackles on his wrists and ankles, with a little surprise flashing in his eyes.

Vaguely, a hidden light fell from the sky, and its source came from the Dragon Slaying Platform.
To be continued...