Yuan Shen: I was reincarnated as the daughter of the Dragon King Ruo Tuo

"At this time, come here to find me, it seems that it should be an old friend."

Zhongli thought so.

Every year at the Hai Lantern Festival, sitting on the high courtyard, lighting a pot of hot tea, and gazing at his kingdom, this is his rare pastime as a god.

And the person who can come to this place to find him at this time must be someone who knows his nature and preferences very well.

Thinking of this, the God of Rock set his eyes in the direction where the footsteps came from.

This footstep is very heavy, stepping on the wooden stairs, causing the wooden stairs to creak, presumably an old friend who is relatively strong.

Festivals, beautiful fireworks, good tea, if you are accompanied by old friends, such artistic conception is very good!

The gaze of the rock god looking at the staircase was already faintly expectant.

"Boom! Boom! Shhh..." The

sound of heavy footsteps was getting closer and closer, and the face of the person who came finally appeared in front of Zhongli.

Zhongli has a lifespan of thousands of years.

He is the rock god. In these thousands of years, I have seen countless things.

Calm and calm as a rock is his trademark, he has the confidence to respond calmly and comfortably no matter what kind of unexpected situation he faces.

However, the scene that happened in front of him at this time still impacted the rock-solid heart of this ancient god.

The first to appear at the staircase were two bags of rice in gray sacks.

It's a difficult scene to put into words.

A powerful, ancient god who sits alone on a tall building during the festive season, watching the kingdom he has guarded for thousands of years.

I thought that the festive season, good tea and beautiful scenery, coupled with old friends, must be the icing on the cake.

People as discerning as him are also looking forward to such a thing.

But who would have thought....

What appeared in front of him was not an old friend, let alone an elegant literati like him.

A little girl wearing a white lace little red dress, with double horns and blond hair and golden eyes, who looked no more than eight or nine years old, carried a bag of rice that was a little bigger than her on each shoulder.

In this way, carrying two bags of rice, she walked up the tall building with heavy steps step by step, and came to Zhongli.

Her appearance is completely incompatible with the word Fengya...

On one side is the elegant god who watches over the country during the festive season and drinks tea alone.

On the other side, there is a little girl with a hundred pounds of rice on her shoulders, such a picture is indescribably strange.

Zhongli held the teacup in his hand and looked at the little girl standing in front of him with rice in front of him, and was briefly stunned.

From this little girl, he felt a trace of the breath of an old man.

The moment he felt this breath, a large number of doubts emerged from Zhong Li's heart.

He put down his teacup, sat down in his chair, and opened his mouth, just about to ask something.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened to him.

"Boom! Boom! "

Two muffled sounds!

The little girl directly threw two bags of rice on the ground, and then snapped and knelt down in front of Zhongli.

Then without saying a word, he kowtowed to Zhongli!

While kowtowing, he pulled his throat and shouted in a crisp childlike voice:

"Hello uncle! Uncle is on top, Ruoling kowtows to you! "

“？？？？？？"

As a god who has lived for thousands of years, Zhongli has experienced more winds and waves, and has seen countless people.

Perhaps in just 10 seconds, he has continuously impacted his heart so many times, and the girl in front of him is the first one.

"You don't have to do that."

Zhongli quickly regained his composure, he stepped forward to help the little girl, and asked

, "Who are you a child, and why do you call me Uncle?"

"Aha!"

The little girl stood up and scratched her head with a smile.

"Uncle, you don't know me yet."

"But I only need two sentences for you to understand my identity."

"Ahem!"

Ruoling coughed lightly twice, and in front of Zhongli, imitated the posture of the white-clothed Ruotuo.

I saw that she put two small short hands behind her back and carried her hands like a retired old man.

Then he raised some baby fat faces, sighed, put on a melancholy expression, and looked into the distance.

Then, imitating the way the white-robed Ruota spoke, he slowly spoke in a complex tone....

"The sky moves, and the mountains and seas take shape."

"The wasteland gives birth to stars, bright as the blazing sun..." The

first sentence of these two poems is about the birth of the Dragon King of Joda.

The second sentence describes the scene when the rock god Morax gives the eyes of the Dragon King and gives the Dragon King Roda eyes.

For the first time, the Dragon King, who gained both eyes, saw the world with his own eyes.

When he first opened his eyes, he saw the gods floating in front of him.

The god bloomed with golden light, floating on the barbaric and primitive earth, like the stars rising from the wasteland.

At that moment, in the heart of the Dragon King, the light of this god was as bright as the blazing sun....

The white-clothed Ruota who was in the seal missed his old friend all the time, and missed the events of the year all the time.

However, he also knew that he could not go out, nor could he go out.

Whenever longing filled his heart, Bai Yi Ruota could only chant these two verses to ease his thoughts.

And all this, Ruo Ling sees in his eyes.

To be honest, Ruoling's cute appearance imitates the vicissitudes of the white-clothed Ruotuo's melancholy posture, giving people a feeling of inexplicable funny.

But when she read these two poems in this way, although Zhong Li's expression looked calm, his pupils shrank sharply!

Then, a bitter sigh...

"Ruodha..."

"The things of those years were all unavoidable.

But in any case, the Dragon King of Radha, who fell into madness, finally relied on his last sanity, willing to bow down and be sealed, unwilling to embarrass him, this friendship, he will always remember.

Sealing his best friend with his own hands has always been a pain that Zhong Li can't let go.

These two verses, which the Dragon King used to love to hang on to his lips, are now heard again.

Recalling what he experienced with the dear friend of the Ruoda Dragon King, Zhong Li's heart was also full of mixed feelings.

After a long time, Zhong Li let out a long sigh and adjusted his mentality.

He looked at the little girl in front of him, indeed, there were some characteristics and breath of the Dragon King.

"Since you call me Uncle, then you are the daughter of Rato?"

"Yes!"

"Hehe, what Dad said is really good, uncle, you are really very good friends with him, and after reading two poems, you guessed my identity."

"I know uncle, you have a lot of doubts, you wait a bit!"

Ruo Ling took off the small bag behind her, fumbled inside, felt out a letter, and handed it to Zhongli.

"Oh, my father's letter to you, uncle, you will understand it when you read it."

This letter, written by the white-robed Ruota, said hello to Morax and several other immortals in 500 words, expressing nostalgia and emotion.

He also introduced Zhongli to the current situation of the seal, the plan of the black-clothed Ruota, the current situation of the two will splits between himself and the black-clothed Ruotu, and the birth of the child Ruoling.

Then, in a length of 1,500 words, he took the trouble to repeatedly explain that Zhong Li and the immortals must take care of and teach Ruoling on his behalf.

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