Man Huang Feng Bao

The night is getting thicker and thicker.

The little dragon who was full of food and drink gradually fell asleep on the table, and snorted gently. He also called a few mothers in his dreams from time to time, and a few drops of tears were hanging on his face.

A child is a child, and even if he matures, he is still a child.

Ye Chuan walked over and gently put a coat on Xiaolonger and wiped the tears on his face.

Xiao Longer is fortunate. After the body of the little dragon, he is now the only rogue dragon in the wild world. He is destined to be extraordinary, and the achievements of ordinary people are beyond the reach of others. However, he is also unfortunate. When he was born, he had no father or mother. When he saw his mother for the first time, he was still in Shijie. The life of the magic dragon family is amazing, hundreds of thousands of years, even millions of years, the longer the life expectancy, the stronger the combat power. In his life, he may be destined to be alone, and few people can accompany him for the rest of his life. Great hatred, no matter how good the feelings are, in the millions of years, the sea is a chestnut.

"Don't... don't go, that's a good scorpion..., look good..." Xiaolonger reached out and grabbed Ye Chuan's hand and said something in his dream.

That little girl?

This kid, will soon show the nature of the Dragon Dragon family? Ye Chuan shook his head, gently pulled the hand of Xiao Longer, retreated to one side, and continued to sit cross-legged on the ground.

The people in the main room and the east and west rooms were whispering all night long, but after the early morning, I didn’t know who was yawning and lie down first. Others followed slowly into their dreams. Only two people are still quietly moving around from time to time, one is the tower of the big Han Mu Mountain, the other is the old man who is full of wrinkles and is called the old man.

In the hands of the old man, I don’t know when there is a wolf, and the length of the arm is half, the body is black, the handle is as thick, and it is much larger than the average brush. Looking far away, it’s not like a pen, but it’s like a killer.

After a round of inspections, the old man sat down at the desk and took a shield. The wolf in his hand was stained with ink, and there was a deep pit on the shield. The strokes were hooked and quickly engraved on the shield. A mysterious rune.

Ye Chuan's eyebrows suddenly jumped.

I thought that the tower of the Hanwu Mushan is a master in this small mountain village. Now it seems that it is a big mistake, and even I have looked away. This old wrinkle looks like a real master, and it has been repaired. Send and receive freely as you like. Write a stroke. There are deep marks on the hard shields. If the nibs fall on the body, what else?

Ye Chuan squinted, and the rest of his eyes saw an unexpected scene.

When the old man wrote a pen, he quickly engraved the runes on many weapons. Finally, he spread a piece of white paper and refining a weird rune.

"Father, this Mujiafu, is it really useful for that enchanting?" asked the tower, Han Hanshan, who was so wicked in front of the outsiders, but he did not dare to offend in front of his father. His cultivation is all from the teaching of his father, knowing his father's power.

"Of course it is useful. If it is useless, the enchanting Yinshan old demon has already washed our Mujiacun and killed everyone." The old man put down the wolf and whispered: "Mushan, go, distribute the weapon armor and runes." , will not cultivate, at least have a rune to protect the body."

"Father, what about the two clouded disciples?" asked the tower.

"The two people...not simple, the father can't see through."

The old man was slightly addicted and said: "Give them two runes, and the rest will not be taken care of. Don't offend them, don't have too much hope. The current cloud fog is no longer a cloud of thousands of years ago. ......"

The old man sighed and sighed, sighing that the cloud sect was getting worse.

Once upon a time, the entire cloud-mountain range was the back mountain of the Cloud Mongol, and all the people who lived in it could be sheltered by the Cloud Mongol. Nowadays, let alone sheltering others, the cloud sects are hard to protect themselves, and they are quickly being squeezed out of the Yunshan Mountains by the Xuanting Gate and the Wuyi Gate. Ups and downs, a sect has a glory, there will be decline, life is impermanent.

"Yes."

The tower of the Han Han Mushan led the life, quietly distributed the weapons armor and runes, the soldiers of Mujiacun are closing their eyes, only waiting for the Yinshan old demon to arrive, they can wake up immediately. Mushan looks burly, some rude and cool, but the action is extraordinarily agile, gently put the two runes separately around Ye Chuan and Xiaolonger, quietly leave, silent, such as the same quick cheetah .

The antique blue brick courtyard once again calmed down. This time, it seems that even the tower of the Han Han Mu and the old man also entered a dream.

Ye Chuan carefully looked at the Mu Jiafu in his hand. The strokes were strong and powerful, and he could not see that it was written by an old man. Careful induction, this rune exudes a fierce temper, with pure yang. Undoubtedly, this is a positive symbol, specifically used to restrain the evil demon and ghosts. Millions of years ago, it was more common. Many masters of Zongmen would refine, but now they have already lost their rumors. Even the elders of Yunwu are not going to. Unexpectedly, there are still people in the mountains who understand.

This small Mujia Village seems to have a long history. Because of its isolation from the world, many ancient laws and traditions have been preserved. Just like this antique brick courtyard, the area is small but has a unique charm. Such a house is rarely seen outside.

The night wind is getting bigger and bigger and getting colder.

Ye Chuan also felt a chill, not a cold, but a bitter cold. A weak person or a baby born shortly, I am afraid that I will be seriously ill by this smoldering wind. The rune in my hand suddenly heats up and causes a warm current in the body to counter this strange yin.

coming!

That peerless enchanting is finally here!

Ye Chuan's spirit was violent, still sitting cross-legged on the ground, and the body's swallowing of the heavens and the whistle of the day was secretly rotated, secretly brewing powerful power.

Xiaolonger also woke up quickly. Although he was still a child, the instinct of the dragon family quickly made him feel dangerous. I was about to stand up and see Ye Chuan squint at myself and immediately squat on the table to sleep. Outside the firewood room, quietly silent, the old man and the tower of the Han Han Mushan were quickly awakened, but also pretending to be unaware, quietly waiting for the arrival of the enchanting.

call! The wind blew and the air was colder.

Suddenly there was a cat called in the distance, and then there was no sound, and a faint rustling came.

The cold wind blew, and a leaf fell, and a figure suddenly appeared in the courtyard. The mummy was like a mummy crawling out of the millennium grave. It was dry and bare, one or two fleshy, skinny, no clothes, but A white strip of cloth wrapped in a circle. The strange figure, the strange costume, the little dragon who was scared to sleep, his face was pale, and he could not help but pick it up.