Emperor Zun's way of chasing his wife: Go away to the gods

Chapter 470 Huang San 3
Huang San looked at his hand in disbelief, and the tears in his eyes fell silently. For the first time, he hated his identity and his father.

If he wasn't an evil dragon, then these pains wouldn't have been with him all the time, but the next moment, he was glad that he was the heir of a dragon.

Because, he can easily knock down that door.

Yes, it was easy, his claws only tapped lightly for a moment, and the heavy door couldn't bear the heavy blow of his claws and fell heavily.

Huang San didn't remember how long the corridor was, he just remembered climbing and climbing, to the sunny place, everything was so silent, so silent that there was no human voice.

Huang San, who was imprisoned there for a long time, suddenly understood that only by being strong can others not be able to bully him.

The coldness in his golden pupils became more and more chilly, and he climbed out step by step, because he still didn't know how to use his abilities.

He remembered that the sun was very dazzling that day, but his eyes were gray, full of tiredness and despair of life.

The hunting dragon clan was wiped out.

The ground was full of the corpses of those people, and it was no exaggeration to see blood flow like a river. It turned out that this was the reason why no one brought him food these days.

However, Huang San was rejoicing that at least he walked out by himself, and finally left that dark place, forever.

The enthusiasm in Huang San's eyes subsided after all, but he found that he had changed back to his original shape, with pale and tender hands, but he was a little too thin.

But he still couldn't hide his unruly character in his bones.

Huang San clutched his stomach and walked desperately to the street market. He only felt dizzy, and he couldn't even see the faces of the people around him clearly.

Finally, Huang San just fell down like that.

When he woke up, the vulgar smell of rouge and gouache lingered in his nose, Huang San sneezed in disgust, sat up from the bed, surrounded by beautifully dressed women, and the woman standing at the front About 30 years old, holding a flower fan and winking non-stop, said to Huang San, "Master, are you feeling better?"

The old bustard just happened to bump into Huang San when he was shopping for rouge and gouache on the street. Even though Huang San was covered in blood all over his body and fell limp on the road, the old bustard could still see Huang San's heavenly figure with his disheveled hair.

The old bustard brought Huang San back to Huamanlou, bustling up and down all the way, calling for a doctor for Huang San, and asking the servant to change and scrub Huang San's clothes.

Huang San really stinks, the boy who bathed Huang San complained, those long nails were full of mud.

Huang San looked at the amiable woman in front of him, his mother's face in his memory gradually overlapped with that of the old bustard in front of him, tears kept rolling down Huang San's eyes, and he shouted to the old bustard, "Young lady."

The voice was like weeping and complaining, very sad.

The old bustard was surprised for a moment, but he didn't expect that this handsome man was so stupid that he called out mother to her. The old bustard shook his fan and smiled maliciously, "Yes, I will call my mother from now on. of."

After all, he might become Huamanlou's cold-faced young man in the future. Whenever he sees Huang San, the bustard feels that he has countless silver taels.

Huang San lived in Huamanlou like this. At first, he naively thought that the old bustard was kind enough to take him in. He didn't know where Huamanlou was, but whenever he walked through the backyard house, he always heard The sound of the woman's painful snort and the man's heavy breathing.

(End of this chapter)