Chapter 452: .Devil's ex-girlfriend (31)

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Lin Lang was standing under the dark shadow that covered the sky and covered her clothes.
She gathered her curly hair and looked up at the sky with her face up.
At this time, the black sea of ​​clouds seemed to lift the heavy haze, and the dazzling golden light was shining and dazzling.
Unstoppable.
There was a loud and clear dragon chant all over the world.
As the snake scales shed, a large amount of blood spewed out, like a dripping bloodless rain. The desolate land instantly withered trees and spring, and renewed the green life. It's just that these peach trees don't look like ordinary pink, but are extremely red.
The people underneath stood like wooden chickens, witnessing the birth of the myth of the great wasteland.
Thrilling.
But it is extremely tragic.
At the cost of endless life, do the final fight.
When the golden dragon swam towards the vast and deep but terrifying sky, the dragon's head turned down.
The dignified and shocked golden pupils showed a trace of reluctance.
Like to say goodbye to eternal life with its lover.
Everyone held their breath and did not dare to disturb the farewell at this moment.
Lin Lang stood against the wind and nodded slightly towards it.
In the chaos of Fang Cai, her sidesteps had long shattered, her black hair was scattered like silk, her lips were bloody, and a bit of a messy beauty was revealed in the embarrassment. Everyone glanced at it for a moment, and they felt terrified. Where did they dare to read more, and quickly turned their heads away honestly.
It was the little prince. He babbled off the arm of the Buddhist priest and rushed towards Lin Lang.
The little prince knew that Lin Lang was injured, and after she flung to her skirt, she did not let her hug, but grasped Lin Lang's finger tightly with her little fat hand, and refused to let go.
"Ma Niang, what is this? Why did Dad become like this?"
The little prince leaned his head against Lin Lang's body. His big eyes were blank and curious as he watched the golden dragon churning between the clouds.
Cultivation realm is not lacking in the legend of dragon, especially the emperor, dragon is a supreme symbol of identity and power.
It ’s just that the little prince has stayed in the secluded area since childhood, and spent most of her time practicing, and from time to time, she got coquettish and pleased in front of A Niang. Yu Li paid attention to other things.
This time he ran away from home to find Lin Lang. The first time he came into contact with the dragon, it was his father, the emperor, and his father, who took the Qinglin Dragon in front of the temple to intimidate him.
Speaking of the green scale dragon, it is actually a domineering blue python.
"This is a dragon."
Lin Lang touched his small forehead and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it.
"Long?"
The little prince tilted his head.
"What is a dragon?"
He had never seen it, and naturally he could not understand what kind of mythical creature "Dragon" is.
However, when Lin Lang was at home, the little prince particularly liked to stick to her. Seeing Lin Lang watching the practice notes, the little guy also pretended to be holding some story books to read, and occasionally caught the figure of the "dragon". Why does this kind of beast have a snake body but deer horns? If you just can't figure it out, the little guy won't even want it. After all, the storybook is for coaxing children, and it shouldn't be taken seriously.
"Dragon is a in the times of the wild, and can make the clouds fly, and the clouds can make rain." Lin Lang said softly.
The little prince wowed and jumped three feet high, "Daddy is amazing!"
He looked at the gleaming golden dragon with all his eyes, but only felt that it was all majestic and domineering.
If he can, he also wants to be a "little dragon" who can take the clouds and drive the fog and thrive.
In this case, he must be so powerful that he can protect A Niang from being bullied by the bad guys.
just……
Why is there such a sad feeling when such a powerful "dragon" looks at him and A Niang with those golden pupils?
Will the "Dragon" be so powerful? impossible?
The little prince scratched his head and didn't understand. But he waved his hand hard and yelled at the dragon, "Daddy Dragon, beat down the bad guys! Step on him!" The little guy could not help but insert a row of small flags in front of him, and shouted for Daddy Long.
Jin Long gazed quietly at the mother and son, and the dragon's tail swung sideways.
"Boom--"
"expensive--"
Long Yin interweaves with thunder, and there is another rain of agate.
Zhan Huan reached out and wiped a tear from his face, his eyes unclear, "Huh ... Daddy Dragon? The Emperor did not expect that a beast could be so affectionate, but it was underestimated. The Emperor's Taiping Canghai flute is missing a palace. This golden and bright dragon beard looks very good. "
After all, he carried the jade flute in one hand and laid it across his lips.
His red clothes were like fire, and the eyes of the ladies were red.
Buddhism ancestors and disciples immediately raised the golden bowl and used the Buddhist monastery to isolate the music of peace.
Others are not so lucky, and some look flushed, as if they have fallen into a drunk state. Taipingzhiyue is the famous killing tactic of the Qingping Emperor. He used flute to create a prosperous age of singing and dancing, peacefulness and peacefulness of the country, and disintegrated the resistance of all beings from the will level.
The pervasive sound is really unpredictable.
Lin Lang held the little guy in front of him and threw a seal of the heaven and earth to block the sound wave offensive.
Outside, it was dimly dark, and the two warring parties seemed to be coming down.
The two men fought against Yu Wei barely.
The little prince suddenly looked up and asked her, "Anyone, will dad win?"
He didn't even realize that he confirmed the identity of Yin Shiyi's father, and he didn't change his mind for a while.
"Will do."
Lin Ruo's voice squatted slightly, Lin Lang crouched down, and a cold palm covered the Prince's eyes.
"A Niang, why are you covering Langya's eyes?" Said the black little prince in front of her with a milky voice, "Langya wants to see Long and Dad fighting against bad guys."
That must be very majestic, how can he miss it?
"Boom--"
The loud noise made the little prince unconsciously tremble his lower lip.
Dust spread.
Heaven and earth are silent.
"... Ma'am?"
"Your dad won."
Lin Lang paused and withdrew his hand.
"Wow, Dad is so good--"
The little prince's exclamation came to an abrupt end with clear vision.
The huge golden peak fell into the deep valley, just like the magnificence of the thin Xishan Mountain. Only a dragon's head was dying on the ground, and the overflowing blood stained the land scarlet.
The golden dragon breathed weakly and slowly opened his pupils.
It seemed to "look" towards Lin Lang.
"Dad! Daddy Dragon!"
The little prince suddenly broke free of Lin Lang's hand, and the small shell seemed to run out.
However, running to the dragon, the little prince was cramped again. He didn't know what to do. He could only watch the omnipotent gods in A Niang's mouth with a pair of red rabbit eyes.
It's so powerful ... certainly not dead? Right?
Jinlong struggled to blink his fan-sized eyelashes, revealing a sense of gentle indulgence.
It moved closer, and shaved the little prince's cheek with his eyelashes.
The little prince was tickled and giggled, "Daddy, itchy."
Jin Long smiled quietly at him, it was a father's spoiling of his son.
The little prince naturally leaned on it. The golden scales seemed to be breathing slowly, and the little prince was arched up and down as if rolling. The dragon's body is huge, and the heat is extremely amazing, but at this moment it deliberately converged the monstrous heat, and the scales slowly cooled down, maintaining a warm and comfortable touch, without scalding the child.
"Dad! Daddy!"
The little prince shouted with joy, and the short man consciously wanted to hug its neck, which was obviously impossible. The little guy didn't even have a dragon scale of the other party. So Long tilted his head and handed a long beard to the child, so that he could play while he was bored.
The little guy had never been in contact with the dragon beard, but he was really curious to study it, and asked him something strange and innocent.
But how can the dragon speak?
It is not human after all.
The dragon opened his mouth and issued an ambiguous syllable. Finally, he had no choice but to rub the child on the scales and use the methods available to this huge body to coax his son.
Even so, the little prince is still very happy.
At this time the wind and waves stopped, and as Zhe Huan died, the sky covered by the dark clouds gradually became clear.
Shining a long lost light.
Jinlong was "playing" with the little prince, and suddenly realized what was happening. The dragon's whiskers on the other side moved, and the bright golden eyes rolled around.
Lin Lang twisted the skirt and walked to it.
"laugh--"
The dragon was breathing excitedly.
It's just that it has forgotten its current shape. This breath is no less than a violent wind and a huge wave, and the hair is messy, and the body has stepped back a few steps.
Jinlong seemed to be doing something wrong, grievances pulled his head down, and blinked his golden eyelashes carefully.
Very longing for her approach.
Lin Lang stabilized his body, and then approached it in the eyes that Jinlong looked forward to.
Put one hand gently on its cheek.
"expensive--"
The other party uttered a deep and pleasant dragon chant.
It's like showing off.
Look, she touched the dragon.
Dragon is very happy.
"You were very powerful just now," Lin Lang said with a smile. "Jin Bao said, I want to be a great and majestic dragon like you in the future."
The little prince was confused, who was Jin Bao shouting?
Did A Niang remember it wrong? He's not called Jinbao!
Jinbao said well!
But when the little guy saw Lin Lang leaning down, put half of his face against the scales, and turned his head, when he kissed the lips of Daddy Dragon, the little guy seemed to understand what a pink little face was red. Blood, he quickly poked his little ass, pretending to see nothing and hear nothing.
Oops, adults are just unreliable. How can they do this in front of children?
The little prince learned the mantra of Buddhism ancestors and chanted "Amitabha, the buddha is strange".
Jinlong murmured again, raised a dragonbeard, circled Lin Lang's waist, and touched her body gently with her huge lips with tight fangs, affectionate and nostalgic.
At the same time, the dragon beard that was caught in the hand by the little prince also moved, and around the little prince, gently took the shy little guy to Lin Lang's side.
"Daddy, what are you doing!"
Face to face with the "unreliable adult", the little guy twitched his hands and feet, even more shy.
He is not ready yet!
Jin Long opened his mouth, and a warm and humid breath enveloped the mother and child.
Everyone was stunned to find that the Golden Dragon breathed out and also spit out a brilliant bead.
The Buddhist priest silently said nothing.
Dragon Heart.
Among the wild gods, the dragon clan has the ability to destroy the heavens and the earth, leaving an extremely brutal psychological shadow. However, this protoss, famous for his arrogance and brutality, is extremely concerned about his partner and blood.
Just before it dies, it will leave a dragon body that is a treasure to its partner. Whether it is scales or claws, it is an extremely precious self-defense material. For the young children, they ignored the pain and stripped off their flesh and blood, leaving a good dragon heart. This heart of the father inherited all their skills and methods. Fight for a greater chance of survival.
"Daddy?"
The little guy didn't understand the true meaning of his father, but scratched his head with doubt.
Golden Dragon arched the beads and leaned over to his mouth, beckoning him to swallow.
The little guy had to be ugly to his mother.
"Your father gave you a gift to celebrate your birthday, so keep it." Lin Lang touched his head.
The little prince opened his mouth happily and swallowed.
"A Niang, it's bitter."
He said with some surprise.
It is not ordinary suffering.
The little prince unconsciously wrinkled a bun face.
It's really bitter. I feel that my tongue is numb, and I can curl up without any consciousness.
He has never eaten such a bitter thing.
Suddenly, a majestic force erupted in Lingfu, which made the little prince panicked.
Jinlong stroked his back with a dragon beard. Slowly, the little prince could control the force of the rampage.
"Ma Niang, I feel like I have become very powerful all of a sudden." The little prince said inexplicably, "the whole body is full of energy."
Lin Lang smiled, "Thank you so much, dad."
"Thank you dad!"
The little prince grinned on Jinlong's scales.
However, the scales of the Golden Dragon did not collect one by one as before, but slowly became stiff.
At this time the little prince finally realized something was wrong.
"Dad, are you ... are you cold?"
The little guy who hadn't seen life and death before still asked naively with a naive thought.
Jin Long shook his head slowly.
Then nodded again.
It's a bit cold.
But soon, it should not be cold anymore.
The nearby peach trees re-grow branches and leaves, and there are red flowers all over, and a flower floats to the dragon's claws.
It closed its paws, trying to hold up this little poor flower and give it to his wife.
It must be nice to insert it in her temples.
Its memory has actually begun to blur.
I vaguely remembered that in the early morning of the wedding, she once said that peony is the flower of human love. If the young men and women there are in contact, they will use this flower to give the loved ones.
Paeonia lactiflora or peach blossom, he also wanted to fold the best one, and gave it to his favorite one in good faith.
But it can't be done.