Bring home the national male god of the fast-passing system

Chapter 853: Beaulieu Holy Infant (52)

On the day when he went up the mountain, Jiang Fu encountered the spectacle of a dragon rolling in the clouds, which further strengthened his belief that the tomb of the dragon is here.

Just such a toss, time has passed a month and a half.He once again felt the terrifying illusion of blood rolling and boiling in his body, and only smoking could make him temporarily forget the pain in his body.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fu took another sip, and as the fireworks were extinguishing, he heard a cheer from the crowd: "It's been dug up."

He was stunned for a while, and looked at the picture of Shenlong transshipment forwarded on his mobile phone, and his heart was a little excited: Really blessed by Shenlong!
He got up and said to everyone: "Catch the wind for a while, and get ready to go down to the tomb."

……

This night,
Linghu Lan slept peacefully.

in a dream.

She still saw Beaulieu, and Beaulieu opened his torch-like eyes.

Linghu Lan expected Gu Lingsheng to walk out of it slowly.

Sure enough, a figure walked up to Linghu Lan from Pan Long's gaze, and smiled sweetly at her.

"Auntie, my name is Gu Lingsheng, come and play with me!"

Linghu Lan: "Pfft!"

Heart hurt by a billion points.

"What did you call me?"

"Auntie, come and play with me."

Linghu Lan looked at the porcelain doll that looked like a Fuwa in front of her in a daze, and silently picked up a brick, "I'll give you a chance to reorganize the language, what should you call me? You are Gu Lingsheng? "

"Yes! Auntie! Don't ask so many questions, come and play with me."

Linghu Lan: "..."

Wait, sister, please be quiet for a while.

The Gu Lingsheng she saw last time was a tall and seven-foot man, what is going on with this Gu Lingsheng now?How did you rejuvenate?

The trumpet Gu Lingsheng didn't give her time to think at all, he shook Linghu Lan's arm.

"Come and play with me, or I will be angry."

Linghu Lan was about to be shaken to pieces. "Okay, okay, I'll play with you, but there is one condition, don't call me auntie again?"

The trumpet Gu Lingsheng thought about it. "Okay, grandma!"

Linghu Lan: "Pfft!!!"

Nima!

And this suffocating operation?
"Call me sister!"

"Hey, you don't look like that!"

Linghu Lan: "..."

Linghulan accompanied Gu Lingsheng, the trumpet, to play house, hide and seek, make wooden figures, and clap and sing.

The business of the trumpet Gu Ling is still unfinished, and Linghu Lan looks hopeless.

Finally, the trumpet Gu Lingsheng had a good time playing, and said to Linghu Lan: "Auntie, oh, grandma, goodbye, come and play with me tomorrow, okay?"

Linghu Lan burst into tears: "Okay!"

The trumpet Gu Lingsheng slowly disappeared from Panlong's gaze.

Its daybreak.

Linghu Lan woke up, her heart was still between dream and reality.

What happened to that dream?

Ba Hai woke up early, looked at Linghu Lan and said, "Miss Shen, would you like some water?"

He used a bottle to fill snow from the outside, and when he got near the hot spring, the snow melted into water, and after clarifying the impurities, he could drink it.

The two ate something, drank some water, and continued to look at the eggs.

The egg is still absorbing the dragon energy at a crazy speed.

Bahai was very worried, and asked Linghulan in a murmur, "Miss Shen, if the dragon egg keeps absorbing dragon energy like this, will it absorb all the dragon energy in Kunwu Mountain?"

Linghu Lan looked at him, "What's the use of keeping the dragon spirit?"

Bahai scratched his head and suddenly smiled, "Yes, it's useless to keep it."

The ancient emperors built their mausoleums in places with sufficient dragon energy, and wanted their descendants to sit on the throne forever, but it seemed to be of no use. When the dynasty changed, the rule would still be overthrown.

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(End of this chapter)