Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1757 Obtaining Information The Dragon King Appears
  The entire Dragon Palace is not the old Dragon King’s palace.

A long stretch of waterway in front of the Dragon Palace is the residence of the Dragon people living in Beihai.

On a long street, the market is as peaceful as the human world.

The more Zhang Yan walked inside, the more lively it became.

The night lights are always shining, and there are all kinds of stalls in the street market.

There are embroidered shoes and bibs for babies; sachets and rouge for women's daily use; and accessories for men, such as knives and horses.

Zhang Yan looked left and right without the wide eyes that people usually see in the market.

This is the Dragon Palace.

Zhang Yan accidentally bumped into a woman while walking.

"Ouch!"

"My shoes!"

"Go to your blind side."

"Hey."

Zhang Yan was just pushed aside.

Suddenly there were more people around.

Zhang Yan felt that he was about to be surrounded.

Seeing the crowds of people, Zhang Yan waved his hands in the air and shouted, "Stop crowding, stop crowding! Your shoes are being squeezed off!"

"Oh my belly!"

"Hey, slow down, brother, my hand!"

Zhang Yan's voice was clearly ignored by the crowd watching the excitement.

The stall owner who was huddled aside glanced sideways at Zhang Yan and said something coldly in his ear.

"See, don't crush my pastries. You'll have to pay for it."

Zhang Yan is now halfway on the stall owner's table with his limbs wide open.

Zhang Yan's facial features were all twisted together, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

As for him, Zhang Yan was made very uncomfortable by this inexplicable crowding.

Zhang Yan slowly moved his body, trying to get out of the small gap in the corner where he could breathe. “What are they going to see?”

Zhang Yan looked at the heads one after another in front of him in confusion. His sight was all blocked by them and he couldn't see anything.

"It's the Dragon King of Beihai who is holding a meeting in the square. He said there is something important that needs to be announced!"

The stall owner on the side heard this sentence leisurely in the shop.

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  "Dragon King of the North Sea."

Zhang Yan muttered these four words, which sounded so familiar.

"Dragon King of the North Sea! Isn't that the old Dragon King of the North Sea!"

"He he he"

What is he going to do!

"Oh yes, he wants to choose the Prince of Beihai."

"Yes! That's what it's said!"

"The meeting that the Dragon King of Beihai is going to hold in the square this time is like the dragon people announcing that he will officially select an outstanding person from among several proud dragons to be the crown prince of Beihai."

"hehe."

Zhang Yan smiled, and smiled noncommittally at the answer of the boy next to him who was still poking his head and jumping up and down on his tiptoes.

Sure enough, it seemed he was in the right place.

Zhang Yan glanced sideways at the stall owner who was still huddled in the corner for fear of being squeezed into a pie by the crazy crowd.

"Stay ready, I'm leaving."

Zhang Yan said hello to the stall owner, grabbed a piece of water chestnut cake, and squeezed into the crowd of people who were struggling to breathe.

"Hey! Pay! Are we familiar with each other?"

The stall owner saw Zhang Yan so casually taking away the cakes on the stall that he had worked so hard to make at home for so long, and was angry but could not go out and beat him.

The stall owner's entire face was filled with speechlessness and anger, and he watched Zhang Yan, who was no longer visible, drifting away.

"Hey, eldest sister, give in."

Zhang Yan struggled desperately in the crowd and was compressed back to back among the people.

(End of this chapter)