Douluo: Peerless Blood Angel

Chapter 311 Chatting for fifty cents

come all come...

Qianjie didn't say that, but this person who seemed to be the star dragon Vritra didn't slap Qianjie's paw because the person who came didn't meet his expectations.

The dragon just sighed melancholy, "Plans never keep up with changes."

Then those dragon eyes that seemed to reflect the galaxy looked at the silent Qianjie and said, "Sit anywhere and let's talk for fifty cents."

"Where did you learn this sentence?" Qianjie was immediately shocked.

Talking about fifty cents is something that a Douluo native creature can say?

"It's troublesome to have no memory." The giant dragon sighed again and lay down again. The majestic temperament returned to him again. "Don't worry about where you came from. Let me introduce myself. I am the crown prince of the Dragon Clan, Xing Longfu. Li Duo..."

Having said this, he paused, seemingly observing the reaction of the young man in front of him when he heard the name.

Thousands of tribulations...

Qianjie just nodded. He had already guessed it. What's so surprising?

Then he heard the next sentence.

"A beacon left in the world."

"..."

Okay, this dragon doesn't look too serious at first glance, and it's not so hard to understand that he gasps for breath while others are speechless.

Of course, thanks to this relatively easy-going way of chatting, Qianjie relaxed.

The Riddler emotion that had been brewing for a long time in his heart was thrown to the horizon - chatting with this kind of being who looked like an ancient boss at first glance was going to make a cat-like face, and he said this Every word looks at the mountains and not the mountains to meet the style - that's what the book says.

Very handsome and pretentious, but very tired.

The Riddler is not only tiring for those listening, but also tiring for those speaking.

The dragon in front of me is not serious at all, but being informal is indeed a very relaxed and easy way to build relationships.

"I know, Gu Yue outside told me." Qianjie didn't care whether the ground was clean or not, and sat down cross-legged as if chatting with an old friend, "By the way, do you know Gu Yue? 伱A pure-blood dragon clan appears after death..."

At this point, Qianjie smacked his lips and said to his face that he was dead. Why is this so strange?

But the less serious Vritra in front of him probably wouldn't mind this too much.

"I know, I know." Vritra really didn't mind and started talking to himself before Qianjie could introduce him further, "Dragon God's clone, I was arguing with you before about whether to call you brother-in-law or queen. dad……"

He finally expressed his doubts in one sentence: "Even as the Crown Prince of the Dragon Clan, I still don't understand how my father's two clones with their own independent consciousness should calculate their seniority."

"I don't understand either." Qianjie spread his hands, "But it seems that you were very familiar with me before I lost my memory?"

"That's quite familiar. After all, we have chatted with countless fifty-cent friends." Xinglong waved his big paw with seriousness, looking very heroic.

However, Qianjie only felt the wind and had to lie back to avoid being blown down by the strong wind brought by the dragon's claws.

"Sorry, sorry." Xinglong instantly realized what stupid thing he had done due to the size difference, and immediately retracted his claws, with a ferocious smile on his big face that looked like it was made of steel, "I haven't talked to anyone in years. Well, as soon as I came here, an old friend showed up, which made me a little excited."

Qianjie straightened up again, looking at the smile that looked like a husky except that it was ferocious, he suddenly felt a little depressed.

It is indeed easy to create a good atmosphere with sand sculptures, but it is easy to lose the sense of boundaries.

So he had to work hard to change the topic, "You invited me here for something? Or, did I make an agreement with you before I lost my memory?"

"Let's talk about fifty cents."

"???" Qianjie's head was suddenly filled with questions. "Although I am just a beacon, a seal of memories and feelings, I still have the need to communicate after watching the moon here for countless years." Xinglong's nose was slightly open, obviously dissatisfied with Qianjie's attitude. "It's not easy to meet an old friend. Is there any problem with bringing him in for a chat? This is not your attitude towards your mother's family."

"Brother, I have urgent matters outside." Qianjie stretched out his hand, rubbed the center of his brow, and tried his best to smooth away the question marks on his head, "You just said that the plan could not keep up with the change, so you obviously want to see me for something, right? !”

"Oh, that's just to highlight my own style. After all, chatting with existences at our level, in the eyes of outsiders, maintaining the bottom line is also a major matter related to the safety of the universe."

If it weren't for the two dragon claws holding each other's hands, Qianjie would have thought that those claws would be spread out like a human's.

"I'm really busy outside!" Qianjie raised his voice.

"Why are you busy? If you are busy making dragons, then it is indeed a big deal." Xinglong shook his head, "If not, then it is not a big deal."

Damn it, how on earth did you end up talking with the Dragon Clan in your last life, a worldview that destroys everything and only cares about the number of people in your clan?

Qianjie had sincere doubts in his heart.

"Really, I really have something to do. If you just want to chat, I can chat with you for 500 yuan after the matter is resolved - first tell me how to solve the problem of Star Color?" The tired Robbery chose to go straight to the topic. .

"We've talked about this before."

"I've lost my memory!"

"I almost forgot about your amnesia - the way you chat is so similar to before." Xinglong muttered a few words depressingly, "To be honest, we have already talked about everything we need to talk about before. It feels good to say it again. It’s boring…”

"Theme!" Qianjie had to raise his voice again, interrupting Xinglong's ramblings.

"You want Xing Zhicai to die, right?" Xing Long in front of him suddenly became serious, and it was obvious that he also knew that he was very talkative.

Without hesitation, Qianjie nodded - although he was very suspicious of the escaped star dragon, even I don't know what he said next.

"That's easy, I just need to die." Unfortunately, the dragon really knew.

Qianjie was frozen in place.

Suddenly, the moonlight in the sky seemed to have a temperature - very cold.

"It doesn't count as death. After all, the main body is dead. I am just a beacon. At best, it can only be said to have disappeared. After completing the explanation of the main body, my beacon should disappear..." Xinglong seemed to have no idea at all. , continue to talk nonsense.

"It's a pity that without doing anything, it was used as a means of self-defense by a group of humans who were frightened and didn't know why. I finally met you and completed the explanation, and you gave me an inexplicable name and it exists to this day..."

"Then let's talk about fifty cents?" Qianjie moved his buttocks and chose to be closer to Xinglong.

Xinglong suddenly became quiet and stretched out his claws to pat Qianjie's shoulder, but after thinking about the consequences of waving his claws just now, he retracted, "Then let's talk about your experience."

There is no doubt that we are talking about the aftermath of amnesia. After all, we don’t know about the other thousand eons.

Time seems to go by very quickly, and I haven’t experienced much in Thousand Tribulations. All in all, it’s just an atypical teenage adventure story.

"It's really boring." Xinglong also felt the same way. He tried his best to sense Qianjie's body outside the space. "But there is one thing to say. What I don't know how to call Gu Yue outside is quite abstract... "

"What?" Qianjie was stunned for a moment after being interrupted. If you say that the Silver Dragon King will act abstractly and defiantly after ten thousand years, I will admit that he is okay now.

"Nothing, just a little emotion." Xinglong shook his head and skipped the topic, "The stories you tell me now are far less interesting than the ones you told me before. Come and listen to mine."

Dragon Claw patted the ground beneath him, "Do you know what this column is?"

(End of this chapter)