There are always villains who want to harm my master

Zhulong was startled and did not answer for a long time.

"Master, you can look down on me, but I can't look down on myself." Chuan Wu said, letting go of Zhulong's waist.

"I don't know what your kiss means, but I'm sure your heart is not like this, is it?"

Chuanwu's voice trembled.

Is it right?She also has no confidence.Anyway, he was driven away again, so I took this bet.

Just bet that he is not hard-hearted, and bet that he is not completely indifferent to her.

"This seat is the same, there is nothing to pretend."

Zhulong gritted his teeth and pushed away the little goblin in his arms. He leaned over to her and stared into her eyes:
"You are wrong, this seat has always been so cold."

Chuan Wu looked at those bottomless eyes, and his heart trembled.

"Throw yourself in your arms, do you think that this will shake me? You think too highly of yourself."

"It's just a kiss, what do you think it means? Or, what do you want it to mean?"

"You are still in love, do you know what liking is? Do you know what love is?"

One sentence after another that was as sharp as a blade pierced Chuan Wu's heart, pouring cold water on a passionate heart.

The galaxy was shining brightly, the moonlight was once again blocked by clouds, and the narrow wooden house was even more silent.

"My seat, I will never love anyone. I didn't before, I won't now, and I won't in the future."

"okay, I get it."

In the darkness, Chuanwu's voice was surprisingly calm.

The hands holding the corners of the clothes turned white, and the raised joints were like jagged rocks.

"I'm leaving tomorrow morning, you... just take a rest." Zhulong gritted his teeth and pretended to be calm.

"Ah."

Chuan Wu nodded.

When Ningmeng Caojing woke up, the sun had completely emerged from the eastern mountain. After crying for most of the night last night, Caojing's eyes were so swollen that she couldn't open them.

"Ah! The sun is rising and the sun is rising!" Suddenly remembering that the flowerpot hadn't been moved out yet, she immediately jumped up and shouted.

Feng hurriedly opened the door and went in, but saw Chuan Wuduan sitting upright on the bed, the quilt was folded meticulously, without any shadow of Zhulong.

"Who are you!"

Ningmeng put on a defensive posture, eyeing Chuanwu covetously, squinting at the table, seeing that the flowerpot and the grass were still there, she was somewhat relieved.

"I am Chuanwu."

Chuanwu said calmly.

"Ah?" Ningmeng was surprised, isn't Chuanwu planted in a flowerpot?
Chuanwu unbuttoned his belt, revealing a blooming purple Chuanwu flower on his back shoulder.

"Oh..." Ning Meng was dubious.

"You are free, I don't need you to take care of me anymore, you can find your own life." Chuan Wu said to Ning Meng Cao Jing as if leaving a last word.

"Well, where's the mountain god?"

"gone."

"gone?"

"I left last night and never came back again. He won't settle accounts with you, so you can leave with peace of mind." Chuan Wu's voice had no warmth.

Ningmeng felt the depression of the girl in front of her eyes, this familiar melancholy feeling was exactly the same as what she felt a few days ago.

"Are... are you okay?" Ningmeng waved her hands in front of her worriedly.

"It's okay." Chuanwu smiled with the corner of his mouth pulled up.

"Come on, you look uglier when you smile than when you cry." Ningmeng sat down by herself.

"Do you like the mountain god?"

"No." Chuan Wu denied.

"Fart, you are clearly suffering from lovesickness now!" Ning Meng joked.

Chuan Wu closed his mouth and stopped talking.

"Oh, don't be too sad, things will always work out." Ningmeng tried to comfort her.

"The mountain god is gone, why don't you go with him?"

"He doesn't want me to follow."

"He won't let you follow, so you won't follow? You listen to him?"

"He is my master."

Like a Chuanwu puppet, it took her a whole night to convince herself to give up because of this sentence.

"Is the words of the master the imperial decree? Why do you listen to others?" Ningmeng retorted.

"Then why did you regard his order as an imperial decree?" Chuanwu asked back.

"Hiss...I'm different from you!" Ningmeng changed the topic, "I'm just a weed spirit, dare I not listen to him? But you are different."

"How am I different?" Chuanwu wondered.She is just a wild mountain spirit, not much better than the condensed grass spirit.

"You are different everywhere, sister, what kind of fairy grass are you, what kind of wild grass am I, can I compare with you?"

"I am also a weed that no one wants, but my life is better. I was taken in for a while, and finally wandered."

Ningmeng was very helpless by this excessive modesty.

"Have you ever seen such a high-paying weed? Do you want to live!"

"I'm really a weed." Chuanwu said helplessly.

"Okay, let's treat you as an ordinary fairy grass. Have you ever seen a mountain god care so much about any grass?"

"Shangxin?" Chuan Wu sneered, what was he caring about, she was just an oil bottle that he slavishly followed, a ridiculous plaything.

"Do you know what this flower pot is?" Ning Meng pointed to the mighty and domineering flower pot.

Chuan Wu looked at this oddly shaped flower pot and shook his head.

"This is a qi refining cauldron, a treasure that many immortal families can't even ask for. The mountain god used it as a flowerpot for you."

"Perhaps it was abandoned?"

"Okay, let's treat it as broken and useless. Do you know how serious he is to you?"

Chuanwu shook his head again.

"The things that the Great Mountain God explained to me were almost as detailed as when and how long. He didn't say a word other than your things."

"Master has always acted rigorously."

"When you were sleeping, the God of the Mountain was almost inseparable. He didn't let me touch your things. He also said that you like to clean. You have to wipe the flower pots three times a day. He remembers your little details a lot."

"Master's memory... has always been very good."

"He drains the dragon's blood for you every day. For twenty days, he doesn't care if the blood is almost drained."

"What did you say?"

"The Great Mountain God, shed dragon's blood for you every day, and use the blood to nourish you. If you don't believe me, look at the scar on his wrist."

Chuan Wu was shocked.

She had indeed noticed the bloody scar on Master's wrist, but she did not expect that it was left by bloodletting for her.

Master once said that the essence and blood of the gods will be less if they are consumed, and the deeper the cultivation base, the harder it will be to recover the essence and blood.

With a cultivation base as deep as Master's, dragon blood is almost non-renewable.

"How long did you say he kept it?"

Chuanwu was short of breath, his limbs were numb, and his mind was a little confused.

"Twenty days until yesterday." Ning Meng said.

Twenty days... It will take at least 20 years of his divine power... No wonder I saw Master's face tired and haggard yesterday.

"The Dashan God's bloodletting is like releasing water, without hesitation or blinking." Ningmeng added.

If someone treats her like this, she would be willing to ask her to give her body.

Chuan Wuteng got up, as if he wanted to catch up desperately, but before he could take any steps, he suddenly sat back on the spot as if discouraged.

"Why don't you go after her so that you can explain clearly and clear up the misunderstanding?" Ningmeng asked strangely seeing her behavior.

"There's nothing to say." Chuanwu replied coldly.

"If you don't say it, how do you know that there is nothing to say?" Ningmeng continued to encourage.

"Master doesn't like others to stalk and bite, and... I'm not so self-deprecating..." Chuan Wu said and lowered his head.

"What self-deprecation! This is courage. Listening to your heart and chasing someone for your own heart is supreme self-esteem."

"Self-esteem?"

"Do you love the Mountain God?"

Ningmeng asked this piercing question.

Chuan Wu nodded, thinking about it wrongly, then shook his head again.

"Then do you hate him?"

Chuanwu firmly shook his head.

"It's not ashamed to fall in love with someone first, you ask your heart, what do you want to do most now?"

"I... want to find the fragments with Master, and then go back to the Mountain God's Mansion together." Chuan Wu hesitated to say the two things he wanted the most in his heart.

"Isn't that enough? Just do whatever you want, and it won't hurt the sky. You have died once. Don't you know how precious time is?"

Ning Meng whispered righteousness, Chuanwu suddenly felt that the clouds of sorrow in his chest were swept away, replaced by a beautiful and bright future.

"I see." Chuan Wu stood up suddenly, "I'm going to find Master! He doesn't want me, and I want to accompany him through this journey."

Even if he beat her to death and took this life back, she would still go to him.

"Exactly! Follow your heart and everyone will fall in love. Love is not a shame, let alone a burden."

"Falling in love?" Chuan Wu never thought that one day he would have anything to do with these four words.

"The one who loves first is not the weak one, the one who dare not admit it is the cheapskate!" Ning Meng said.

Those who dare not face their hearts are cowards...

"Everyone has desires, and the desire for love is not a crime worthy of death." Ningmeng continued.

"How do I get to Nanshan?" Chuanwu said simply and quickly.

"Here—"

Ningmeng held her chin and pointed to the west.

"Chuanwu—you are so brave! I support you!"

Chuan Wu had already walked a long way out of the wooden house, when he suddenly heard someone shouting behind him.

Standing in front of the wooden house door, Ning Meng waved like a moth with open arms:

"You must be happy!"

Chuanwu smiled slightly, bowed back to the wooden house, and turned around more firmly.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo touching..."

Ningmeng returned to the wooden house, sniveling and tearing, skillfully took out a book from her sleeve,

The book is densely marked with the "true meaning of love" of life and death.

Flipping through the one I saw last time, I continued to read with relish, chanting words in my mouth:

"The book on this world is really interesting. It's a pity I didn't discover it sooner... Tsk tsk tsk, love love... What is love in the world? Tell people, life and death are promised..."

【Nanshan Border】

A group of black clouds weighed heavily on the peak, and from time to time several bolts of lightning struck, connecting with tall trees on the mountain. Fortunately, the air was humid and no wildfire ignited.

The peaks eroded by wind and water have their own peculiarities, some are like abrupt flags, some are like towering piles of hair, some are as thin as sharp blades, and some are like swords.

The territory of Nanshan is cloudy and rainy, and it rains almost all year round except March and May.The strange rocks are washed away by the rain, and the soil is particularly precious.

A cyan figure came out from the dangerous peak of strange rocks, staggered, leaned against a stone wall and suddenly remained motionless.

The hair on the man's forehead was completely soaked in sweat, and the fine drops of water converged on the jaw along the outline, and disappeared at the collar along the neck's Adam's apple.

The clothes were well-made, but they were torn with large and small openings, and there were bloodstains in some places.

In the past, Zhulong cared most about the cleanliness of his clothes, but now he looked embarrassed, and he couldn't care less.

The Spirit Locking Nail suddenly wandered in the body again, his whole body was in agony like ten thousand ants biting his bones.

He was flying, but suddenly his eyes went black with pain, and he fell directly into the stone forest from a height of ten thousand feet.

Zhulong stretched out his hand to wipe his face, his cheekbones and jaw were scratched, fortunately it was just some skin trauma, nothing serious.

Just as he was about to gather his divine power and heal himself, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, his throat was fishy and sweet, and another mouthful of blood.

When did this spirit locking nail become so powerful?
The spirit-locking nail is indeed a high-class magic weapon, but no matter how powerful it is, how could it be weakened so vulnerable because of this small nail?
Zhulong couldn't help but began to doubt his own strength.

Overcast clouds covered the head, and a muffled thunder rolled from east to west. Zhulong looked up at the sky that was about to rain, and ignited a ball of purple fire in his hand.

After a little thought, the fire went out again.

Candle Dragon sadly withdrew his hands, covering his aching chest with one hand, and supporting the stone wall with the other, walking helplessly alone.

He wanted to control the rain, but once it was disturbed, the entire rainy season would be disrupted, and the climate in Nanshan would change.

Climate, life, reincarnation, everything in the world seems to be irrelevant, but in fact they are inextricably linked, and it really affects the whole body.

If it rains, it will rain, it will not kill him for a while.

There are many cavities in the mountain, and the whirring wild wind passes through different cavities, making a sound similar to that of a woman or a baby crying, which makes one's hair stand on end.

The daylight was just a dim white spot in the dark clouds, Candle Dragon raised his head to look at the sky, and couldn't tell the difference between day and night.

The eyes were a little blurry, the rain began to fall sparsely, the stone wall was wet little by little, and the rock under his feet suddenly turned into a smooth stone slab, with almost no place to stay.

Since you can't avoid the heavy rain, you might as well have a good time!
Cyan's figure gradually blurred in the rain, Zhulong slowly slid down against the stone wall, and finally sat powerlessly on the ground.

The rain covered his head, and amid the thunder and lightning, Zhulong was soaked all over. He punched an empty fist in the rain, and buried his face in his palm in pain.

The road ahead is long, and the mountain god Candle Dragon, who has always been calm and calm, has never been so helpless.

Just let the heavy rain pour over him, and drench him hard.Wash away the mess of the past, leaving behind a clean and transparent Candle Dragon.

He can't remember the last time he was caught in the rain, and he has forgotten a lot of things.

Ever since he left the hut in Yunmengze without saying goodbye in the middle of the night, he has completely severed himself from the former Zhulong.

The arrogant, powerful, self-respecting Mountain God Candle Dragon, the restless and emotional Mountain God Candle Dragon no longer exists, and is replaced by an indifferent, lonely, weak and weak Candle Dragon.

He has to choose indifference. Before finding all the fragments and killing the dragon, he can't be distracted to protect the common people in the world. This is his innate mission.

like?What is love?
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