Chapter 51: Fifty-first

"Chasing !!"
"It's already injured, don't let it run!"
"Hurry up!"
The monks shouted loudly, left the tattered glazed bamboo house, followed the black dragon, and chased out of the bamboo forest. The four masters glanced at each other, nodded slightly, and Yujian followed.
"Mo Scale ..." Qiu Yutong looked at Xiaolongcang Huang's figure away, and somehow he was cruel in his heart, almost wanting to catch up with his leg, and Lu Xiao grabbed him and said sharply, "Master, calm down! It ’s just a ghost, it ’s all gone! "
Qiu Yutong recovered, and muttered: "Yeah, it's all gone ... What happened, it happened."
But why are you so uncomfortable? Looking at the little dragon's embarrassed back, it was as if he had a big hand, rubbing his heart fiercely, and it seemed that there was a heavy stone pressed heavily on his chest, making him almost unable to breathe ... in a trance, Qiu Yutong endured Unable to pull Lu Xiao's shirt tight, the apprentice's familiar and reassuring breath finally made him a little better.
Lu Xiao hesitated and hugged him gently: "It's okay, it's okay. I think it is willing, if it's me, I ..."
He hesitated for a moment before he continued.
Qiu Yutong didn't understand what the other party was talking about. He was so dizzy as a whole that he could barely stand by leaning on the strong and warm chest beside him.
Lu Xiao didn't say anything, just let him lean on it.
Qiu Yutong gasped for two breaths, and finally got a little strength. He slowly raised his eyes and looked at his little apprentice almost with confusion: "Why? Why is this different from the legendary story?"
"Master, you are too pure, you don't understand, the human heart is ... very complicated." Lu Xiao whispered, "For the great benefit, for the supreme power, people can do anything like this. , Everything can be fabricated. "
Qiu Yutong stared at him stupefiedly, and the surrounding scene gradually twisted again.
...
This is a huge lake with endless views. The lake is rippling, the spring is full, the birds are circling, the fish are jumping, full of vitality.
It's just that the green lake is floating with traces of blood.
On a rocky beach by the lake, a large group of monks gathered, and they were surrounding a thing and discussing something.
"Digging it, it's the freshest at this time."
"It's not dead yet."
"Are you dead?"
"It just seemed to move again."
"Don't worry about that much! Lao Tzu has started! This stinky beast has hurt us in Sanhemen!"
"Master Hemen, be slow. Let's encircle the magic dragon this time, which faction does not have any dead people ?! Who will dig this magic pill, there must be a care! Master Huikong, do you say it?
"Amitabha! According to Lao Guan, this magic pill ..."
In the noisy and clamoring dispute, Mo Lian lay quietly on the rocky beach. The original beautiful dark red scales peeled off a lot, exposing the flesh underneath. The dark golden eyes lost their luster.
The monks were also very embarrassed, and many people were injured. Someone's head is bleeding, some people are blind, and some people's faces