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, straightened his sleeves, coughed lightly, and said with a face as strong as a stone: "I originally thought that I would die for my country, but I didn't expect that my conversation with you would attract the attention of His Majesty the First Emperor."

"Your old father, although I am not talented, has been appointed as the future tutor of the crown prince, and will stand in the first row when attending court in the future."

"Crown prince?" The younger one was puzzled.

"It's still in the belly." The older one turned around and said to Shilian, who was a little confused, "This little lotus king, we both took the wrong lotus. You took mine, and I took yours and yours. But fortunately, your majesty knows everything."

He handed out a lotus, and Shilian took it and there was another one in his hand.

The one in his hand said: Concubine Li once blurted out to me that you must never kill the human emperor. She loves the emperor, so the emperor may pity her.

And the one in Shilian's hand said: There is a woman like a lotus, with the life of a phoenix. Now you have its form, and you can lead the phoenix out when you are crowned as the queen.

Shilian looked at this future right-hand minister and couldn't help thinking: Hmm? Is he also a traitor? Are there people from our demon race among the human race? Otherwise, why would A Luo pass petals to him?

No, if that's the case, the emperor is also one of ours!

The author has something to say:　　Shi Lian: I'm very happy that even the leader of the human race is one of ours.

To a certain extent, that's right. (Lin Xingtao, the leader of the human race)

Then why did Lin Xingtao arrange a tutor for the unborn child? Because - children should behave like children and poison the tree well.

If anyone is going to take the college entrance examination recently, they must poison the tree well!

Chapter 195: Shinto Merit (VIII)

The last time a dragon turned into a dragon was four hundred years ago. At that time, there were bursts of lightning in the sky. Every time a layer of lightning fell, a white dragon grew horns and toes, and finally turned into a real dragon.

At that time, the King of Chu was canonized, Taoists prayed, and people knelt down to pray.

Now, thunderbolts were continuously striking down from the sky, and the lightning was endless, like long dragons dropping their tails, easily splitting the sky.

The little monkey king could hardly open his eyes, and vaguely saw the peacock prince's lips moving slightly.

Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three...forty-seven.

He was counting the number of thunderbolts.

They turned their eyes to the figure under the thunder layer.

The black dragon shuttled through the lightning, and its scales were knocked off by the lightning and regenerated quickly. The falling rain was slightly red. Reflected on the human figure, it was the cracking and healing of the skin, and thin blood flowed from the forehead, flowing over the straight nose, and flowing over the corners of the mouth with a sense of alienation.

Then the blood split into two streams and flowed down from the fingertips. Under his feet, a small pool of blood had formed, which could not be dispersed by rain.

No one spoke, and it seemed that the whole world was silent. Even the sound of wind, rain and thunder was taken in by a pair of blood-red eyes.

Chen Jueying stabilized his arms, and his strength penetrated through the back of the paper. Suddenly, all the scholars holding white paper knelt down, and the white paper fell on their backs. They carried a dragon on the painting. So Chen Jueying went from standing high to painting with a pen to bending over and bowing her head. The rain dripping from the ends of her hair penetrated into her heart, and she felt a little cold. She slowly straightened her waist, but her legs touched the ground. It seemed that some heavy burden was carried by the person she was kneeling on.

Wang Yun and Zhang Jiren, one holding a spear and the other holding a halberd, looked at each other silently, and then bowed their heads, like two sculptures gathering strength.

The five stars gathered together, and did not act rashly.

In the north, Lin Junrui released the hand that was holding Concubine Li, and the emperor's knees bent and hit the ground heavily, splashing dirty muddy water.

Shi Lian was startled, staring at the emperor's bent legs. When she came to her senses, she looked around and found that only she and Concubine Li were not kneeling. She wanted to say that it was obviously our little dragon king of the demon clan who turned into a dragon, why are you joining in the fun, but their lips touched and stuck together.

She looked up and saw the black dragon grow forked horns, which looked like lightning. So she felt that lightning struck her body, and after a dizzy moment, she fell to the ground.

Concubine Li stroked her belly, which gradually grew bigger, just like a human woman's pregnancy. She stood and put her belly close to Lin Junrui's ear.

It seemed like there was a baby crying.

No, it was not crying, but thunder.

Lin Junrui moved his lips and said sternly: Kneel down!

There was no sound, but he and Concubine Li's child seemed to hear it. Concubine Li's legs were pressed down by the sudden weight.

Thunder and lightning covered the entire Great Chu.

The dragon of national destiny lay on the imperial tomb, where there was an empty tomb.

The Dragon King of Luojiang also lay on the shore, and the silver-white dragon body exposed above the water was stained with red from the rain, like a red plum in the snow.

Wind and rain sent spring away, and flying snow welcomed spring... When the mountain flowers were in full bloom, she laughed in the bushes. This is a person's entry into the Tao.

There was flying snow, sending people here. Now there is wind and rain, welcoming them back.

The Dragon King turned into a human form, blood all over his body, and in his clear eyes, a black dragon appeared out of nowhere.

It was an evil dragon that was not tolerated by heaven and earth.

There was no accumulation of a hundred years, only the terrifying promotion from swallowing. A crocodile, a lion, an elephant, and the dragon energy of the human race, that was his sin.

There was no power of merit to protect, only a thick blood light. Burning blood.

The Dragon King pursed his lips, with a little rain and blood on his lips. He stretched out his fingers and traced the traces left by others on the shore.

[Let's embark on the road to becoming a dragon! ] The old turtle recalled like this.

In the Luoxing Lake behind them, lotus flowers connected their petals and their roots were dangling. They wanted to fish something out of the lake, just as they wanted to rescue a black carp from the shore. One end is at the bottom of the water and the other is on the shore.

When Dragon King outlined the tail, Chen Jueying had just finished drawing a tail.

Under the sea of ​​demons, the entire world fell into darkness.

Then there was a red light filling the sky.

It was an evil dragon, with a dark body entrenched in the sky.

It was an evil dragon, with blood-red eyes like the red sun.

The roar of the dragon echoed throughout the world.

The Peacock King put away all his feathers, and the whistle seemed to penetrate his whole body, causing him to lie weakly and wetly on the ground.

The Monkey King sat cross-legged on the ground, and the golden stick on his leg rolled down with the wind, rolling all the way to the warriors' knees on the ground and stopping.

Of the three remaining great demon kings, one showed submission and the other silently acknowledged it.

The Dragon King had long been helpless and let him go.

The last great demon king, King Peng, stretched out a pair of huge claws from the sky.

The tip of the sharp claw penetrated a person, a very old man.

The old man slipped.

Bang.

The evil dragon raised its head, and the forked dragon horns caught the old man's robe, and the old man fell on the dragon's head.

The old man stretched out his branch-like hands, held the dragon's horns, and whispered to the black dragon: "Ah, junior brother, is this how you came to this world?"

The old man seemed to remember something. It is said that on a snowy and windy day, there was a gap in the sky, and a strange black dragon threw a man out.

Black dragon, people, stars, wind and snow, Taoist temple, children, dragon king, crow.

Black dragon, people, stars, blood rain, sea of ​​demons, descendants, dragon king, demon king.

The black dragon was quietly held by his horns, the blood-red light in his eyes flashed away, and the violence and madness flashed away.

The old man said: "Actually, I was young too. When I first became an Earth Immortal, many little girls looked at me and blushed."

"About the 40th year of Kaiyuan, I calculated with my fingers that something would happen to Chu in 260 years. So a hundred years ago, I thought you were going to come back, so I called out to the emperor together. You. I can’t tell you not to recognize me, and I can’t be more handsome than you. After thinking about it, it’s better to be older.”

He was nagging and said a lot of things at inappropriate times.

Just like last words.

He obviously spent his life because of the calling, from the first ten years when he was observing luck, to an unknown number of years a hundred years ago, and to an unknown number of years now.

"If you have an old man in your family, it's like having a treasure—come home often to see him?"

"Hmph, it's better to kill the guy named Ling Xingtao in the first place." There was a bit of killing intent in his eyes.

After a while, he was still hanging on the dragon's horns, with a ruddy luster appearing on his gray face.

How should I put it, it's a bit like a flashback.

But Lin Xingtao must be willing for this to be a dead tree.

Bu Guozi's old face changed. When I first met Lin Xingtao, he was a skinny old man, but when he was young, he was also a disciple of the head of the Zhengqing Sect. A generation of genius can also be counted.

He was also very thin when he was young, with a very free and uninhibited look, and a smile in his eyes, but he was really handsome, wearing a jade crown on his head, and looked elegant.

He himself also had the magnanimity of the Zhengqing Sect. I wonder what he was thinking when he looked at the young Lin Xingtao.

[He looked at Lin Xingtao standing in front of the window, with his bamboo crown tied up and his Taoist uniform blue, and sighed that he had the lofty demeanor of a Zhengqing sect. ]

He said: "It's better for me to say a prayer and help my junior brother!"▂▂

[As a senior brother, I must help you! ]

He stood up, leaned on the dragon horn, and tried to straighten his back.

But he smiled a little embarrassedly: "Hey, I haven't read any classics. Junior brother, just listen to it."

"Qianxunhai Palace, thousands of real dragons, sleeping dragons are hard to call. Burning white sandalwood, strange people raising their hands, the blue sky is not clear. This is not the Temple of the Dragon King, what about the wall chamber?"

"Worship the gods and make wild creatures happy. The red sun is in the sky..."

After saying only a few words, his voice became smaller and smaller.

But the meaning was conveyed.

Nielong is already a dragon, so this prayer is not a congratulation to Jackie Chan. This is a word of congratulation for becoming emperor.

Bu Guozi wanted Lin Xingtao to proclaim himself emperor again. [ASAP! Become the master of the demon clan as soon as possible! There will be a big battle between humans and demons! Only the position of Demon Emperor can achieve the results you want! ]

Nielong flew to the ground, gently placed Bu Guozi, a young man with a smile on his face, on the ground, and said five words: "Hold on a little longer."

Bu Guozi was shocked, feeling great majesty from the mouth of an evil dragon instead of a real dragon.

He didn't know how to refuse, he said: "Okay, it's up to you."

That's an evil dragon.

——That is also the Demon Emperor.

On the ground, an indescribable aura spread, and after the human race, all the demon clan knelt down.

The evil dragon rushed into the sea of ​​monsters.

It looks like there are thousands of dragon tails, like there are thousands of pairs of dragon horns, piercing out from the sky, passing over the heads of kneeling people and monsters, no more, no more, no less.

Only one young man stood tall and tall in the thunderstorm.

...Seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one.

A total of eighty-one thunder patterns appeared on the hem of his clothes. In fact, it was much more than that, but if he thought it was enough, then that was enough.

He glanced slightly to the side, and countless monsters appeared.

Winged ones, scaled ones, shelled ones. Those that fly in the air, those that swim in the water, and those that run on the ground.

They surrounded him and followed him onto the Sea of ​​Demons.

Above the sea of ​​monsters, there was only a man with red hair and red eyes standing on a roc. There were no other monsters around the man. Beside his feet, apart from the bright red feathers, there were no bones of other demon kings.

His eyes are also blood red.

It was as red as Lin Xingtao's.

King Peng spit out a piece of bone and looked at Lin Xingtao with a strange expression for a long time.

King Peng said: "You kill the demon king on the ground, uncle, I will kill the demon king in the sky."

"My dear nephew, you became the Demon Emperor one step ahead of me."

"Is everything on the ground settled?"

After a while, King Peng waved and said with an unpredictable smile: "Zhao Lue, let me show you the secret treasure of our demon clan."

[It doesn’t matter, there is a secret treasure of our demon clan in the demon sea, and the immortal has some scruples after all. ]

A woman floated to his side.

The woman has a beautiful smile, is dressed in gorgeous clothes, and has a jingle ring on her wrist, like playing fairy music.

When she saw Lin Xingtao, her eyes lit up, almost showing a look that was familiar to Lin Xingtao. She stretched her arms towards Lin Xingtao