City: The Dragon King Returning from Journey to the West

Chapter 51
Old Chen and the others were not surprised by Li Yu's confidence.

After all, this is the real Dragon King, and he is still facing the existence of gods and Buddhas in the sky in a mythical world.

For some young people on the earth, it is really not worth his attention.

Of course, when Li Zhong raised this point, he was just expressing his attitude.

After the exchange, Mr. Chen asked Li Zhong to accompany Li Yu to a large warehouse in the suburbs to pick up the goods.

Faced with a mountain of various agricultural seeds, Li Yu flew up into the air, with his hands open, and with the light shining, he collected them all into the space in his body.

"This should be a ring space, or a treasure such as a storage space." Li Zhong looked at it with horror.

In the past few days, Li Zhong specially found some fairy tales and fantasy novels to read.

Although the stories in those novels are twists and turns and exaggerated, most of them are based on imagination, but at least they can open the limitations of his thinking and enhance his imagination.

Only in this way can he maintain his superficial calm in the face of all kinds of fairy tricks displayed by Li Yu.

"I am leaving."

After Li Yu finished speaking, he jumped into the air and returned to Rongzhou directly.

Li Zhong stared blankly at the sky, the white cloud was fleeting.

He suddenly thought of Monkey King's spell "Somersault Cloud" in Journey to the West, which looks very similar.

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Li is actually the Dragon Lord who has been uploaded all over the Internet."

"He actually moved the twelve golden men to the Dragon King Temple."

"Go to Rongzhou, Sichuan Province to see, maybe there are some opportunities there."

"The news about Qin Shihuang, Dongtian, and Mr. Li can only be known by a few of us. It must be kept secret and must not be leaked to others."

"The world is changing dramatically, and if we seize the opportunity, we will be ahead of everyone else."

Tan Song said with a serious face.

Opposite him, several middle-aged men were sitting upright, nodding their heads with eager eyes.

Inside a Taoist temple.

Holding a pad, Liu Danyang clicked on a video and said, "In the future, everyone should pay attention to the information about Lord Dragon. After a while, let's go to Sichuan Province."

In the presidential suite of a five-star hotel.

Zhuo Hanyan was wearing a white pajamas as thin as cicada's wings, and was lazily swiping her phone, when she suddenly saw the twelve golden men standing in front of the Dragon King Temple, she sat up straight in surprise, and the waves were choppy for a while.

Yeongju.

Song Fan stepped out of the elevator, opened the door while swiping his phone.

There was a chill on his neck, and a bright and sharp dagger was pressed against his throat.

Song Fan trembled all over, his face turned pale.

"Snapped--"

The lights are on.

On the sofa, a blond man with blue eyes and blue eyes was sitting, holding a mobile phone, showing Song Fan the video he was watching, which was all about the Dragon King.

Song Fan immediately understood.

These two foreigners came for Lord Dragon.

He immediately calmed down.

The Dragon King has great powers, these people are afraid that they are looking for their own death.

During this period of time, Song Fan's fans have grown to 2000 million, and he receives a lot of likes and rewards every day.

He didn't keep any of these incomes, and all of them were used for public welfare.

There are also many merchants who approached him to advertise, live broadcast and bring goods, and gave very exciting quotations.

But he was indifferent.

He knows very well that his current influence on the Internet comes from the Dragon Lord.

He must cherish everything now, and if he does anything against the will of the Dragon Lord, he may be deprived of everything.

Although he didn't make money directly from the video, it brought a great popularity effect.

And during this time, Song Fan's luck is getting better and better.

After shooting the video that day, he saw a lottery ticket sales point next to him. He bought a scratch-off ticket, and in the end he won a grand prize of 20 yuan.

Yesterday, when he was walking by the side of the road, he suddenly noticed that his shoelaces were loose, so he squatted down to tie his shoelaces, just as half of the billboard rubbed against his buttocks and fell to the ground.

He felt that all of this was because the Dragon Lord was protecting him.

He became more and more determined to promote the Dragon Lord.

The one holding Song Fan with a dagger was a black woman, except for her bright eyes, the rest of her body was pitch black.

She pushed Song Fan to the chair across from the sofa and sat down. She waved her hand a few times, and the coffee table next to him fell apart.

"Be honest, you know, otherwise, you will be like that coffee table!" The black woman threatened in blunt Chinese.

Song Fan calmly said: "What do you want to do, this is Huaxia, Lord Dragon will punish you."

"Hahaha, Dragon King? The special effects you made are pretty good." The blond man sneered, "Be honest, what do you want to do with all this?"

Song Fan also sneered: "Special effects? It seems that you are ignorant and fearless."

In his heart, he began to pray silently: "Lord Dragon, please clean up these bad guys."

"呵, 呵, 呵..."

The electric light flickered suddenly, flickering on and off, as if the voltage was unstable.

Both the blond and the black woman frowned.

"call--"

A gust of wind blew in through the window, blowing the curtains and rattling.

In the dim night, a huge body suddenly slowly appeared out of the window.

Eyes like lanterns, the long beard under the jaw swaying slightly, the scales glowing with blue luster, the long body hovering around, rolling up a gust of wind and clouds.

"Bangdang-"

The blond man backed away in fright, bumping into the table.

The black woman was trembling, and she could no longer hold the dagger in her hand.

"Thank you, Lord Dragon."

Song Fan knelt down and kowtowed in surprise.

Qinglong opened his mouth and groaned silently.

Suddenly, the blond man and the black woman fell to the ground in pain, clutching their heads and rolling over and over.

Afterwards, Qinglong turned and left.

Song Fan took out his mobile phone and dialed to the police.

Soon, the police arrived.

They were not at all surprised by what Song Fan described, they simply made notes, and then took the two of them away.

"These two really don't know how to live or die." Song Fan sighed and got up to clean the house.

At this time, in the hotel room on the top floor of the building opposite, a blond Chinese girl was holding her chest, panting heavily, her face pale.

She held a video camera in her hand, and took pictures of the whole scene just now.

She was in the same group as the two foreigners before, and as an observer, she watched the green dragon appear out of thin air, and its huge body was shocking in the dark night.

That powerful aura made her unable to breathe.

"There are really dragons in Huaxia?"

"God, how is this possible?"

The blond girl repeatedly exclaimed, hurriedly sent the video, and sent a voice.

Then she quickly packed her things, hurried downstairs, fell several times in a row, her nose was bruised and her face was swollen, and she finally took a taxi at the door, "Take me to Shudu Airport, any money is fine."

She was full of terror in her heart, and felt that when Qinglong left, his eyes seemed to have noticed her.

"It's too scary. The Chinese Dragon really exists. Is this world crazy?"

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