final catastrophe

Chapter 54 2. Chunyang Furnace Cauldron (please collect, please recommend)

"mother!"

The shell curtain was pushed open.

A coquettish and coquettish voice came in.

The girl in the bright moon shirt was very angry, puffing her cheeks, like a funny frog, she closed the door behind her and said, "That man, he refused to marry? Does he not like Shuang'er?"

"What's wrong with Shuang'er?"

"Isn't she pretty? Not gentle? Bad martial arts? Bad cooking? Bad embroidery?..."

Song Shuang kept opening and closing her small mouth, talking like a machine gun.

"There are so many young heroes who are chasing him. From the Dragon King's Mansion to the Ziwei Pass, there are so many, but why does that kid refuse?"

The Dragon King behind the curtain said lightly: "Shuang'er, forget it."

"Mother!! Why forget it? If you want to refuse, I will refuse. How can I get him! Even if he has a great righteousness and is in the limelight in this catastrophe, the martial arts he has practiced are just small What kind of sword technique does Xiao Pai have? Even my servant girl's cultivation technique is better than him, and her realm is higher than him! What confidence and arrogance does he have to refuse??"

"Mom, I'm not convinced!"

The Dragon King pondered for a while, and then said: "Shuang'er, don't be sad, it is his loss that he rejected you. Moreover, he is actually a useless person, you don't need to regret it at all."

"A useless person?" Song Shuang was stunned. Why is Xia Shihui, who has a great righteousness and a great reputation, a useless person?

She couldn't understand.

The Dragon King said indifferently: "Xia Ji's deeds are certainly admirable, but when he first came out of Silver Moon City, he was attacked by evil spirits and obscured his memory, and then..."

She coughed twice in embarrassment, "Out of strategic considerations, he was used a soul-stirring technique."

Seeing the dazed face of her pissed-off daughter, she sighed and continued to explain: "Even though Xia Ji has great potential, after going through the triple torture of catastrophe, soul-stirring, and repeated fights, his His body has already reached the brink of collapse, coupled with the burst of righteousness...he is exhausted...if he can live for ten years, it will be a miracle."

"Back then, Daoist Meng in Wudang Mountains had reached the peak of Qizong before he burst out with awe-inspiring righteousness. Even so, he suffered a serious illness afterwards and recovered after half a year of recuperation. What's more, he hadn't been imposed on him back then. Spiritualism..."

The Dragon King sighed quietly.

Song Shuang was stunned, her cheeks flushed red, and her voice became sharp: "Mother! Mother! Why do you want me to marry such a useless person? Why don't you push your daughter into the fire pit!"

The Dragon King said: "If he enters my Song family, he will be warmed up by the genius Di Baolai, and he will naturally be able to heal the hidden wounds and be safe with ordinary people. But...he refused."

Song Shuang persisted and said, "Mother, that's not the point, is it? Even if he recovers from his secret wounds, won't his skills stagnate forever? How can such a person be worthy of me? Why should I marry him again?"

The Dragon King exhaled lightly, and said softly, "Shuang'er, come here."

"Hmm..." Song Shuang took two steps forward, pouted, and opened the curtain.

Inside was a woman still wearing a black veil, whose face and age could not be seen clearly.

But Song Shuang sat cross-legged across from her carelessly, and called softly: "Mother."

"Good..." The Dragon King stretched out his arms. His complexion was as sick as jade, white and crystal clear, but with wisps of lifelessness. She gently stroked her daughter's black hair, flicking her five fingers gently, according to a certain wonderful rhythm.

Song Shuang only felt that the black veil in front of her moved, and a voice full of intelligence that could not be concealed could be heard.

"You asked me why I married him? Mother will tell you now..."

"Of course, it's for breeding."

"Hao Ran Zheng Qi is pure Yang Qi, and you have inherited my blood. I really want to see the excellent offspring you will produce through your union."

There was a hint of evil in this voice, and a murderous air, which was no longer in line with the gentleness, dignity, and identity of the Dragon King in the past.

Song Shuang even felt a little panic in her heart.

But the next moment, her panic disappeared without a trace.

Because, the tapping of the Dragon King's five fingers has subsided, like a spring breeze blowing across the willows, passing between her black hair.

Song Shuang closed her eyes, fell down softly, and then fell into a sweet dream. In the dream, reality and falsehood began to be subverted. When she woke up, it would naturally be a new day.

And she will no longer remember everything the Dragon King said before.

The Dragon King is still a flawless Dragon King.

In the darkness, she quietly looked at the curtain that was close at hand, but it was as if she was looking at the end of the world. In the dark veil, there was a faint smile on her lips, which was unpredictable.

There is a cup of tea on the tea table with Qingjiao Chilong at hand, and the tea is cold when people leave.

She calmly took a sip of the cold iced tea, and murmured to herself: "Master Xia, some things are actually not up to you to decide. You are so stupid, how can you not understand that people are swords and I am fish?"

"The robber is still alive, it is a thorn in my heart, and it will not be fast if I don't pull it out!"

"Besides, how could I let you go, a man with such great righteousness? If you are tired of Shuang'er's innocence, then it doesn't matter if I come to spend the spring with you. Come to think of it, someone who has your idea, can I'm not the only one."

"Hao Ran Zhengqi, Chunyang Furnace Cauldron... I am protecting you by recruiting you."

The voice as sweet as honey tickled people's hearts in the empty small building in the middle of the lake.

After a moment.

When the red incense on the Qingjiao Chilong tea table is burned out, the sunset outside the door is full of dark scenes.

She directly called the servant girl, sent Song Shuang down, who was still deeply asleep, and walked behind the small house in the middle of the lake.

Even though there was no one around, she clapped her palms, and a wonderful rhythm escaped from the palms like gossamer.

Soon, a pure black boat docked.

Even under the moonlight, the small boat did not show the slightest shadow. In the boat was a man with a miserable complexion and drooping lips, as if he was always smiling wryly.

He was holding an umbrella, standing in the bright moonlight, without a shadow, let alone a sense of existence.

It seems that he is not a person, but a tree.

He didn't speak, just quietly waiting for the woman in front of him to speak.

And all he needs to do is to listen and execute, that's all.

The Dragon King threw out a token, and then said in a story-telling tone: "After Xia Ji left the Dragon King's Mansion, he went south to Ziweiguan. It happened that bandits were rampant, so he retreated for three days. After returning to Lingye City from the switch, he found that my sister committed suicide."

"Also, I don't want him to have an accident on the way back."

The shadowless man holding an umbrella on a sunny day nodded and boarded the pure black boat.

With one oar swing, the small boat shot out, and quickly dissipated in the lake water behind the small building in the middle of the lake.

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