There are always villains who want to harm my master

Chapter 34

Seeing that he was dodging him, the Golden Crow spread its wings suddenly, and shot out the last golden feather from under its side. The golden feather turned into a hundred thousand sharp swords in the golden light, and stabbed mercilessly at the monster wrapped in mucus.

"Golden Crow, after all these years, your moves have long been worn out!"

Xuanji unhurriedly took out the hurricane bag that Feng Yao gave him.The hurricane roared in, and the one hundred thousand golden feather swords were swallowed up by the hurricane pocket, like water drops falling into the sea, without even stirring up a wave.

The Golden Crow is a divine beast that protects all directions, not a war bird that is good at attacking. The last [-] golden feathers have been taken, and there is no way out.Can only take advantage of the chaos to rescue Zhulong and Chuanwu, and desperately want to rush out of the pagoda with the mountain god Zhulong on his back.

"Want to go?"

Countless barbed tentacles behind Xuanji surrounded the entire pagoda like thorns.

The Golden Crow had nowhere to escape, and was thrown to the ground with its wings broken.Grandfather, Zhulong, and Chuanwu were surrounded in a corner.

"I didn't expect that the golden crow and the mountain god who is so high and mighty on weekdays would end up like this today!"

Xuanji burst out laughing crazily, and shot out a flywheel from his bloody mouth, trying in vain to grind the four of them into a pulp.

The granddaughter, who had been motionless like a puppet, suddenly widened her eyes, straightened her chest, and caught the flywheel.

Leaning softly back, the illusory figure merged directly with Zhulong.

Taking advantage of the vacancy of Xuanji's flywheel, Jinwu exerted his last bit of strength, and the sun was shining brightly in his eyes.

At such a close distance, a deep-sea monster was somewhat overwhelmed by the raging flames from the sun, and hurriedly took a few steps back.

However, when the flames are always extinguished, the Golden Crow exhausted all his strength and finally collapsed on the ground weakly and unable to recover.

Xuanji was about to swallow the venom again, but he didn't notice that the Oolong Ring in Chuan Wu's hand suddenly shook violently—
Before Xuanji could react, a puff of purple smoke burst out from the ring in Chuanwu's hand, surrounding him like a coiling dragon.

Zhulong, who was supposed to be unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes, the originally innocent eyeballs were now covered with bloodshot eyes, and sharp eyes shot out from them, Xuanji panicked instantly when he saw the eyes, but it was too late.

Zhulong was originally tall and strong, but at this moment, his black hair was in a mess, a lock of messy hair was hanging obliquely on his forehead, his lips were abnormally red, and the clothes that were originally neatly arranged were torn by Xuanji's actions just now. On the other side, the white shirt that was turned out was completely soaked in Chuan Wu's blood and solidified.

"I hate dirty clothes the most!" I didn't speak for too long, and my mouth was a little hoarse.

Xuanji sucked in a breath of cold air, and his momentum became weaker by three points.

When Zhulong turned his head and saw Chuanwu lying in a pool of blood, his heart roared, and he looked around again. It was a mess. What happened while he was sleeping?Who could hurt her like this?

This situation can be guessed eighty-nine points without asking.

"Xuanji, I called you right, right?" Zhulong's fists were clenched tightly, and no temperature could be heard in his voice.

Zhulong passed out underwater, how do you know his name?

"Zhulong! You...you actually pretended to be dead!" Xuanji began to stutter.

Some people are born with courage, while most people develop it with practice.

A stimulating and exciting environment can often create warriors, and a cruel world full of thorns can also create warriors, but the two cannot have both.

The warriors of light have never seen the suffering of the world, and they often move forward with an almost innocent temperament, while those who struggle in the mud and blood in the dark night seem to have a strong will to see death as home.

Xuanji was caught in the middle, when he was detested and expelled by his fellow clansmen, he missed the few warmth he had once had, and when he really gave warmth, he couldn't help but speculate about it with the most vicious purpose in the world.

He can never believe in the goodwill of this world, and he can't completely let go of the mud that surrounds him. He can't get out, and the courage he pretends is the steam in the steamer, which is very hot, but once the lid is lifted, the water vapor will immediately disappear will cool down.

Not only is the water vapor cooling, but other foods in the pot will also be hot and cold alternately.

The madness was like steam for a long time, the candle dragon came alive, the lid of the pot was lifted mercilessly, and the energy involuntarily drained away.

The resurrection of Zhulong made Xuanji extremely flustered, and his giant body couldn't hide his low self-esteem that sank into the mud.

The usual obedience seems to be something engraved in his bones. When he sees someone with a higher status than him, he immediately thinks about how to flatter him, and when he calms down, he thinks about how to gain power.

"Things in the deep sea really can't see the light." Zhulong tilted his head and said slowly.

"Candle Dragon—"

"Your God Father has never taught you that when you meet an elder, can't you just call him by his first name?" Before Xuanji could finish speaking, Zhulong pinched his neck and got stuck in the air.

Just as he was about to make a move, he suddenly remembered something, and with a flick of his long sleeves, a strange force rose from under Chuan Wu's body, gently lifted her up, and put her safely and neatly aside.

The smoke dragon in the oolong ring screamed out a dragon chant, and rushed into the seven orifices of the black pole in a staggered manner.The purple smoke seemed gentle, but it was more tormenting than the golden crow's sky fire.The unrestrained Xuanji was in a panic, with his head down and his tail up, his eyes staring as if they were about to fall out, and he was spitting out milky white foam while laughing.

Zhulong pinched his fish tail in the air: "A dying fish, still want to usurp my seat?"

"Zhulong, don't think that I don't know that you are at the end of your battle now, hmph, it's useless if you kill me today, Molong will turn the world upside down sooner or later!
When Xuanji's death was imminent, he was not afraid of the consequences anymore, now he was a little more calm than before, and he became more courageous.Snow Ghost had already buried the Spirit Locking Nail in his body, and with the help of Feng Yao, Zhulong couldn't get out of the Eastern Mountain Realm.

"Whether the sky will be turned upside down or not? It's not up to you." Zhulong blocked it with one sentence, "To kill a fish, you must first kill the fish, lest it move around and stain your clothes."

Zhulong said slowly, "But I don't like this step, let you die like this, how can I be worthy of my dead little grandson?" He said with a fierce look in his eyes.

"That mountain spirit... no... I didn't kill it..."

"You dare to quibble!" As the strength in Zhulong's hand increased, the Pagoda let out a painful roar.

"And then, descaling—"

A large scale with flesh and blood was lifted off, pulled off, lifted again, pulled off again...

"Open—"

"Pfft!" Xuanji finally couldn't bear the torture, spat out a mouthful of poisonous blood, and died.

But the smile on Zhulong's face didn't decrease, and the movements of his hands didn't slow down because of Xuanji's death.

"Finally - gutting..."

A heart was thrown to the ground, the last stream of blood poured out from the artery, trembling up and down.Xuanji's eyes were wide open, and the corners of his mouth pulled out saliva that smelled like the sea. There was not much left in his empty body, and he lay straight on the ground, motionless.

Zhulong's palms were strong, and the dead body lying on the ground exploded into a pile of pieces of meat, and the surrounding walls were all soaked, with a sticky stench, whether it was venom or blood.

After the dust settled, there was deathly silence all around, and the damn thing was already dead. Zhulong sat down slowly while supporting the altar, and Chuanwu lay quietly beside him.

The Golden Crow came to Dingfengze, and the sun set much slower in Dingfengze.

In the bleak evening light, dust was flying around, my ears were buzzing, and my throat felt fishy and sweet.

——A mouthful of black blood spewed out from the chest cavity.

Ever since he was hit in the middle by the green python, his spine was broken, and the spirit-locking nail took advantage of the weakness to directly attack the internal organs.

A few days ago, he sensed that the spirit lock nail was about to move, and he proposed to strengthen several seals, but they were all broken.

Not to mention breaking through, on the contrary, a mutation occurred, which damaged one's own spiritual veins.

The old injury has been stagnant for a long time. When he was in the Shanshen Mansion, Cang Zhu was used to regulate Qi and detoxify him every day. After leaving the Shanshen Mansion for a long time, the blood that could not be drained accumulated in the body.

Zhulong raised his hand and touched his cheek, leaving him less and less time.

He originally planned to tell Chuan Wu, but seeing her innocent smile and her petty temper, she was carefree, noisy, and smilingly planning her great future.

She likes Cang Zhu, Cang Zhu also likes her, he knew from the beginning.

He is not as rigid and mean as the rumors in the world, otherwise, with her cultivation base, unless she made such an outstanding contribution as killing the dragon, how could it be possible for her to enter the mountain god's mansion where there are so many heroes?Otherwise, Cang Zhu and her used to be together every day, teaching her spells without reservation, how could he not say a word?Otherwise, the whole secret realm was full of rumors, how could he turn a deaf ear to it and suppress it for her instead?

But love is always involuntary, he sees her laughing, seeing her making trouble, watching him do stupid things, afraid of shrinking into a ball at night, he can't control himself, he can only cover up the passionate love in his heart with indifference and scolding.

She was too small, too pure.She was like a piece of white cloth that had never been soaked. He was dying, and he couldn't bear to leave a stain on her pure white future.

Cang Zhu, he also loves her, he is even more suitable to be with her than him.

It was the first time that Zhulong tossed and turned and couldn't sleep at night because of someone, but when she babbled in her sleep, Master, Master...he knew that he should quit.

He shouldn't have appeared in her future, whether it was a confession or a farewell, he couldn't open his mouth.

After he fell into a coma, he seemed to have entered an empty snow field, with no buildings, no vegetation, and no living things around.

He just walked in that emptiness, without seeing the edge, unable to distinguish the heaven and the earth, leaving no footprints in the places he walked, and no direction in the places he did not go.

Unable to use a trace of divine power in the wilderness.

Zhulong is as mediocre and powerless as any mortal.

He knew that this was his state of mind, it was empty from beginning to end, he was trapped in his own heart, without sound, temperature, or sensation, walking aimlessly like a walking dead.

He wasn't very afraid, and even felt unprecedented peace and relaxation.He still remembered everything outside, and only hoped that Chuanwu would be safe, or that she would be smarter and bring him back to the Shanshen Mansion to Cang Zhu.

I don't know how long I walked in the wilderness, and I didn't feel tired, but I felt a little strange.

The emptiness was slightly green, and upon closer inspection, it was blank again.

Zhulong didn't know that there was color and smell in his state of mind.After walking for a long time, some green velvet-like fine grass suddenly grew under his feet, softly covering the whole world.

Candle Dragon cheered up, although he still had no direction, but the green grass seemed to be with him, numbly rubbing against his skin, and the boundless white silence seemed to be reduced a lot.

Keep walking, the green grass grows leaves again, and the leaves grow flowers again.

There are white ones, egg yolk ones, lavender ones, sky blue ones, and tender pink ones, most of which are in bud, and the carpet made of green velvet is dotted with stars, extending far away to the endless horizon that he can't see.

There were more and more flowers, and the ground began to undulate. He walked barefoot in the sea of ​​flowers, and he felt the dirt on his feet.Suddenly hearing Xixi Suo Suo, a flower-picking girl appeared indistinctly in front of her eyes, with slender shoulders and thin waist, her face was covered, and her appearance could not be seen clearly.

When did you have a strange woman in your mind?
Candle Dragon was a little suspicious, and hurriedly stepped forward to catch up, but the girl was extremely light, passing through the flowers like an elegant butterfly, no matter how hard he chased, he couldn't catch up.

The scenery around him increased, the flowers bloomed at some unknown time, and he smiled brightly towards the sun, the pollen got into his nostrils, Zhulong sneezed twice—he hadn’t run so freely and sneezed so presumptuously for a long time !

After wiping off the profuse sweat, he was about to sit down and take a rest, panting, but the girl appeared from nowhere, leaving behind a string of silver bell-like laughter.

Zhulong stretched out his hand to grab it, but there was only a sky-blue cloak left in his hand, and when he looked again, the woman was standing a hundred steps away, and suddenly lifted the veil, but he was very familiar with that face .

Chuanwu?

Zhulong screamed and hurried forward, but the girl looked at him with a smile and continued to run forward.

Zhulong followed the girl and ran under a flower tree, which was full of flowers and green leaves. The girl stood under the tree and smiled at him.

The heartbeat seems to have slowed down, and there is a sweet smell of pollen in the wind.

Candle Dragon moved forward involuntarily, and as soon as he reached out his hand, it suddenly became dark. Everything in the world, like a phantom in the sky, drifted away with the wind. The girl's smile was shattered, turning into petals and falling to the ground in the darkness.

The sky is endless darkness, and there is only a puddle of water in Kongda's state of mind, reflecting the lonely shadow of Zhulong himself, like two twins with opposite yin and yang.

A pure white translucent shadow emerged from the darkness:

"She needs you, wake up, go save her..."

Every word of the shadow echoed faintly, vibrating in the darkness.

"Save who? Who is she?" Zhulong rushed towards the shadow, but passed directly to the other side.

"You know, you know who she is... wake up, she needs you..."

Shadow continued to repeat what he said just now, he knew who she was, of course he knew who she was, who else could there be besides her?
"Where should I go? How do I get out of my state of mind?"

Candle Dragon rushed towards the shadow again, but the shadow disappeared in a blink of an eye, turned around again, and appeared in another corner——

"Follow the heart, love is the destination of the heart..."

"Who are you?" Zhulong said loudly, but the shadow ignored him and continued to murmur:

"She needs you, go save her, go..."

　When I was a child, I didn't like the description of scenery the most. Whenever the teacher told me to make the description of the scenery, I became irritable. Now I like the description of the scenery the most. All the words of scenery are love words.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)