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Chapter 189 The Little Dragon Girl Sent to Your Door

Chapter 189 The Little Dragon Girl Sent to Your Door

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The sky that was supposed to usher in the morning sun is now hidden, the strong wind swept through the dark clouds, and quickly piled up in the sky. Not an inch of the light from the sun fell to the ground, and it was completely blocked. The dark night continues.

click-

A branch-like lightning roared in the sky, bringing a moment of light between the heaven and the earth, illuminating countless faces full of joy. The farmers who got up early and were about to go to work looked at the faces of the dark clouds at this moment. Full of joy and excitement.

"It's raining, hahaha, it's finally going to rain heavily!"

"God open your eyes, the river god is manifesting!"

"Our wheat is saved!"

The cheers full of joy seemed extremely uncoordinated under the increasingly dark and oppressive clouds. Some children who were not familiar with the world saw the constant thunder in the sky and heard the howling wind, and they were frightened and cried loudly, but the adults But looking at the gloomy sky, he laughed.

pat~
pat~
Soon, under the expectant eyes of the farmers, bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky and hit the dry land, nourishing the land that had been longing for rain for a long time.

The torrential rain was like a waterfall, like the Milky Way breaking its embankment. This heavy rain seemed to make up for the unfinished rainwater that had fallen since the spring plowing in one go.

The rain poured down from the sky, and quickly moistened the long-dried land thoroughly. When the farmers were anxious, the heavy rain began to decrease gradually, and heavy rain clouds swept along. The coming gust of wind drifted farther away.

"The river god has appeared!"

"Long live the Dragon Lord!"

Seeing the cloud and rain that came so timely and ended so well, many farmers knelt on the ground and bowed down, thanking the existence that sent down the cloud and rain, whether it was the Lord of Water who was in charge of the river, or the god of the underworld. God in the world is worth mentioning.

"I am on behalf of the people of Xining County, thank you, Second Young Master Feng!"

The clouds and rain were about to disperse, and the rays of the morning sun were about to shine in the high sky, a ghost and god with golden light all over his body bowed to the existence standing on the distant dark clouds.

The existence of the rainstorm is not even a human being, just a horse standing among the clouds and stepping on the snow, but this county town god can feel the opponent's tyrannical strength.

A big demon!
Following the orders of the second young master Feng in the rumors, he came to spread the rain. Although he also spent a lot of divine power to guide the gathering of clouds, but in terms of credit, he was still not as good as this steed. The heavy rain was still led by the other party. of.

"..."

Sen Miao glanced at the county town god, nodded slightly, and did not respond with any words. She drove the clouds and rain under her feet to the next place where it rained. She would have seven rainstorms in two days. Too much time and energy is wasted in unnecessary places.

Yin~
A melodious dragon chant came from hundreds of miles away, and Sen Miao, who has the blood of a unicorn, could feel that just above the sky hundreds of miles away, a petite figure like a golden thread was flying in the clouds and rain, A downpour fell.

At this moment, it is not only the two of them who are spreading rain over Nanshao Mansion, but also the other three big monsters of the Shui clan who come from the Dragon Palace of the Water Mansion and obey Feng Qing'an's order for the time being.

That is to say, when Nanshao Mansion ushered in the long-lost heavy rain, the drought was greatly relieved, and it would even disappear in a short time. In the Dragon Palace of Water Mansion, the young man sitting on the altar was frowning.

"This Suicune is really not that easy to be!"

Originally, Feng Qing'an felt that he had the power to rain. Even if Shui Jun was absent, he could sit up and temporarily assume power, and he could replace him, so as not to affect the production of the people on both sides of the river.

In fact, this is indeed the case. It is just rain, and it is not a big deal. Some monsters with extraordinary talents can use the right time and place to attract a heavy rain.

But if it rains with a limited amount of water in different places within a day, the mountains are impermanent, the water is impermanent, and the right amount of water is as expensive as oil, but once it rains too much, it will easily cause many disasters.

Priesthood and divine power are not playthings. When you get it in your hand, you must perform the corresponding powers, and you don’t have to do it for a while, and then you can stop doing it for a while. The powers of the gods must be performed every day, which is part of a god’s daily life.

For Feng Qing'an, who has been traveling around the mountains and rivers since he went out, the pressure is not small. He just accepts the consequences of his sword swing, satisfies his curiosity by the way, and experiences being a swimmer. What is it like for you.

But who would have imagined that it would be so difficult to be a Shui Lord who is in charge of a thousand-mile river. As a Shui Lord, what he needs to satisfy is not only the Nanshao Mansion, but the Nanshao Mansion is only a part of the river basin of the Thousand-Li River.

People in other prefectures would also offer sacrifices to Lord Boliujiang and pray for rain. This made Feng Qing'an almost never have a good rest since he took over as Lord of Water.

He got the report of praying for rain every now and then, and he couldn't rest for a moment. This was the result of the old turtle helping him, but even so, it made Feng Qing'an quite tired.

"My lord, this is the reason why you don't want to refine the water veins. If you want to, as long as you fully grasp the water veins of the Boliu River, you can make it rain with just one thought. How can it be so troublesome!"

Hearing Feng Qing'an's exclamation, a big human-shaped tortoise serving beside the god's throne immediately comforted him.

"Prime Minister Turtle, you don't need to say any more, I can't let the water veins restrain me!"

Feng Qing'an took a look at the old tortoise, whose body and face were almost identical to the old man in the world except for the tortoise shell on his body, sighed, and then asked unwillingly,
"I'll ask you again, are you really unwilling to be in charge of the water veins? As long as you nod your head for the position of Water Lord, I can let you sit right now!"

[Race: Spirit Turtle]

[Attributes: turtle, spirit, water, sky]

[Potential Level: Lord Medium]

[Battle power level: King · Inferior]

"This is the sixth time my son has asked the same question. I'm old and I don't have much energy to deal with Shui-kun's affairs. If my son has no intentions, please find another good king."

Hearing Feng Qing'an's question, Lao Gui couldn't help but sighed. He had lived for almost a thousand years, and it was the first time he had encountered such a strange thing. Obviously, you only need to take one more step forward to enjoy longevity.

Of course, the reason why he is not interested in Suicune's position is because he has already lived long enough, there is no need to control the water vein, and he doesn't want to be bound, he is already slow enough.

"What's wrong with being old? As long as you are in charge of the river's water veins, your realm will definitely be able to rise to a higher level. At that time, your lifespan will be extended, and you will no longer be old. You will return to the peak of your youth." status!"

Feng Qing'an tried to seduce the old tortoise in front of him. This is the reason why many creatures in the world flock to it even though it has many restrictions.

Because this is a way of longevity, but the creatures who choose this way will have limited range of activities from now on.

"My lord, you don't need to persuade me any more. This old man has made up his mind. This old man only wants to assist Suicune, not to be Suicune!"

The old turtle declined resolutely.

"You old turtle..."

Seeing that the old tortoise was so shameless and refused to take the bait, Feng Qing'an was so angry that he cursed, but even though he felt annoyed, he didn't take action against the old tortoise, because the old tortoise was the key for him to win this water mansion where.

Before entering this water mansion, he felt that even though this water mansion lost Sui Jun, it still has a profound foundation. There are two king-level existences, one of which is the old turtle in front of him, and the other, naturally, is the old turtle. The Jiaolong he hacked to death made his wife.

A mirage dragon whose strength level seems to be almost the same as that of the old turtle, of course, is also a hybrid dragon species with mixed blood, but even if the blood is not pure, this Mrs. Shui Jun is still a king above all spirits.

However, those who know the current affairs are Junjie, and this Mrs. Shuijun is obviously a Junjie. When she saw the strength shown by Feng Qingan and his party, this Mrs. Shuijun still had the idea of ​​fighting back.

But the old turtle approached Mrs. Shui Jun, and made a fortune for her in front of her. After seeing the hexagram of the old turtle, the Mrs. Shui Jun did not hesitate to use her racial talent and supernatural powers, leaving behind a fake one. The mirage clone, with her descendants of the dragon, fled directly.

Only the old turtle who advocated surrendering to Feng Qing'an and his party was left behind. The most powerful prime minister of the turtle advocated so, and the rest of the Shui tribe naturally needless to say. With the help of the old turtle, Feng Qing'an took over the Dragon Palace .

"Alright, since you don't want to be Suicune, then you can recommend me a suitable candidate!"

Feng Qing'an took half a step back, he had only been a sailor for more than ten days, he wanted to dump the blame now, but he didn't want to dump it so thoroughly, he had to be irresponsible, he had to choose a sailor who could benefit the people on both sides of the strait .

"I think your son's armor and your mount are quite suitable..."

"Don't get me wrong, I'll let you choose someone who has nothing to do with me, I won't talk about morals, the most important thing is to be close to the human race, I don't want to kill again with a sword!"

Feng Qing'an interrupted what the old turtle who was pretending to be stupid was about to say.

A thousand-year-old man, a ten-thousand-year tortoise, this old tortoise looks like an old man, but Feng Qing'an dare not underestimate him. As for old age, Feng Qing'an will treat him like a fart. Among the attributes of this old guy, there is "heavenly" .

This exposed the old guy's background. To a certain extent, this old turtle was even more terrifying than Boliujiang Shuijun who was hacked to death by his sword.

The gap between his potential level and the current realm is the largest that Feng Qingan has seen so far, which means that this old turtle has surpassed the limits of his own race time and time again, breaking the shackles.

"My lord, in fact, the person who is most suitable to succeed you, as Lord Boliu Jiangshui, has already had a karmic relationship with you. You just need to wait quietly, and you will naturally find her, or wait for her to appear before your eyes."

"Have you done a fortune telling for me?"

Feng Qing'an's eyes unconsciously fell on the shell on the old turtle's back, the almost natural texture on it was quite interesting, if you stare at it for a long time, you will feel dizzy.

"Of course!"

"So, where is my replacement now?"

Feng Qing'an couldn't wait to ask.

"The heavenly secret must not be leaked, please wait patiently, my lord!"

The old turtle looked like he was talking, but Feng Qing'an was not used to him, so he drew out the Qingshen sword on the spot and put it on his neck.

"Old Prime Minister, do you think the sword in my hand is not good?"

"Young master, pardon the old man, this sword of yours is indeed inferior, it is not as good as the other one!"

"That's fine, I'll change it!"

"My lord, wait a minute!"

Seeing that Feng Qing'an was really going to take out the dragon-slaying sword, Lao Gui didn't dare to neglect, and quickly explained,
"It's not that I don't want to say it clearly, it's that the secrets are just like this, I can't see too clearly, I can only give some hints, if I say something too clearly, I will be punished by God!"

"Is that so."

Feng Qing'an stared at the old turtle for a while, as if he wanted to see if the old turtle was lying, but since he said so much, Feng Qing'an didn't make things difficult for him anymore, he just wanted to cheat This old guy, it would be great if he could agree to it straight away.

"Don't dare to deceive the young master!"

"Ok!"

"Young master, please handle these government affairs!"

Seeing that Feng Qing'an no longer made things difficult for him, the old prime minister hugged a pile of jade butterflies with a smile and put them in front of him, looking at the young man's eyebrows he couldn't help but knit together.

"Can I be a fool?"

"Of course, but can you bear the resentment and karma of the river creatures and the people on both sides of the strait?"

"..."

To receive the dirt of the country is to be the master of the country, and to receive the country's ominous fortune is to be the king of the world.

The same is true for the earth, the gods have authority, not to say that they can really travel around the mountains and rivers, freely, and do nothing except eat and drink all day long.

Others only saw that Boliujiang Shuijun's position was so beautiful that he could collect a huge amount of incense as offerings, but if he didn't sit in this position, he would never have imagined how much it would cost to collect and maintain such a huge amount of incense.

But Feng Qing'an, who is unwilling to take over Sui Jun, is also unwilling to be tainted with incense. To a certain extent, Feng Qing'an is doing nothing for the next Sui Jun, which is why he wants to change hands as soon as possible. It's too bad .

"Ugh!"

With a sigh, the young man representing Shui Jun bowed his head to commit the crime, and after a while, he suddenly felt his soul being touched, and on a whim, he found a burst of joy and joy in his heart.

The fifth soul contract, Minglongjia!

"what happened?"

In "Sending God Art", Feng Qing'an's consciousness scattered and landed on the bright dragon armor.

Yin~
The bright dragon armor that was hovering in the clouds, with its clear and bright dragon head staring down, let out a low moan of joy in the bustling county town that had just been bathed in a heavy rain.Feng Qingan immediately understood the source of her joy.

"The third divine weapon?! It's right below!"

Xunhai Sword!
Feng Qing'an clearly remembered that when Bailangjiang Shuijun wanted to divert the disaster to the east, he sold his elder brother without hesitation, but mentioned the third magic weapon, Xunhai Sword, for its holder, it was His sister, however, said her whereabouts were unknown and wanted to send him away.

So Feng Qing'an didn't have any expectations for this magical weapon, he just thought about the Zhenhai seal, but at that time he didn't have the idea to take action against Boliujiang Shuijun, but who made this Shuijun start to show off because of the death of his biological father? Rotten, playing petty emotions.

Since it is this kind of attitude, there is nothing to say, it will be cut with a sword!
Now that Minglong Armor, which has collected two divine weapons, sensed the existence of the third divine weapon on the way back, to a certain extent, it was even operating under his nose.

This has already been delivered to your door, how can you bear it?

(End of this chapter)

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