Chapter 65 Bamboo Forest Night Encounter

Li Yunzi's sculptures and portraits, I don't know which master they came from, amazed countless people in the Zulong city-state, and made too many young men sprouted, and even a lot of Luo Xiao's mentality has been distorted. obsessed.

This Lei Feiming was just one of them.

Unlike those who purely satisfy their own curiosity and fantasies, every portrait he posted is dignified and holy, like a pure and clean goddess, without those unsightly versions circulating in the market.

It can be seen that in his mind, a certain person has been regarded by him as a very high belief.

Killing thoughts were also condensed in my heart.

After saving this person's life, he was a waste person after all. After Zhu Minglang walked out of the room, he couldn't help but sighed deeply.

How many such people are there in this city-state?

This reminded Zhu Minglang of a sentence in Jianjiali: The so-called Iraqi people are on the side of the water, and they will travel back and forth, and the road will be long and long.

After witnessing Li Yunzi's pacification of the Wutu riot, Zhu Minglang knew very well that Li Yunzi was more outstanding than he imagined, and she endured humiliation, broke down and stood up, and she has reached a higher level in the Zulong city-state.

Whether it is Li Yunzi's real enemy, or those who hate because of love, I am afraid that they will all come to him.

In the two, there must be strong people, not as simple as Lei Feiming, who has the top candle dragon.

"Before Xiaobai reaches adulthood, be careful with these fangs."

Going crazy and going crazy, the heart of prevention is absolutely indispensable, not to mention that there will be more people staring at him after today.

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In the dead of night, hoarfrost began to condense in the overgrown yard, and the small pond covered with water ferns slowly condensed with a layer of ice.

Suddenly, an unusual wind swept past, and the ice surface of the pond suddenly cracked, showing lines after lines.

The room was dark, and the tower of lights on the wall not far away outlined the outlines of the tables, chairs, screens, and beds inside...

The room was closed, and there was a picture on the wall, but it fluttered without wind, and they made the sound of turning pages.

Lei Feiming was half asleep and half awake. In the dark, he saw the large mural on the wall. Even in the dark, the beautiful woman in the mural seemed to be glowing with a bit of moonlight.

Lei Feiming rubbed his eyes, he thought he had an illusion, because he seemed to see the person in the painting floating down from the scroll and walking towards him step by step.

"Shh!"

The beauty in the painting had a sword in her hand, and the painting shadow stabbed the sword without warning, and saw the sword of ink shadow pass through Lei Feiming's throat!

Lei Feiming looked at the ink beauty who came to life from the painting in disbelief, and couldn't believe that the woman whom he believed in stabbed him with a sword.

His throat began to overflow with blood, and his eyes were full of shock. Even at the last moment of his death, he did not understand why he died at the hands of the holy picture scroll beauty he had collected.

The painting shadow pulled out the ink sword, and her graceful figure floated back little by little, but when she returned to the huge painting scroll, it suddenly melted and turned into a pool of random smears. Ink, slowly flowing down the white canvas...

The night was silent, the courtyard was desolate, and all the portraits in the house no longer flipped, returning to the original tranquility.

Lei Feiming fell into a pool of blood, and the blood spread with the ink.

...

Zhu Minglang returned to the Dragon Training Academy. He walked to the Dragon Storage Hall and found that the little dragon cub had recovered very well. It was chasing and playing with a few young spirits in the Dragon Storage Hall...

Seeing the appearance of Zhu Minglang, the little dragon cub spread out its wings without feathers and ran over, looking very dependent.

"I haven't given you a name yet." Zhu Minglang said.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu seemed to understand what Zhu Minglang said, showing a look of anticipation.

"Green skin?"

"Woooo!"

"green beans??"

"Woooooo!!" Little Dragon Cub felt like he was about to cry, even if he didn't understand human language, he felt that these pronunciations were extremely unpleasant!

"Qingzhuo? It's very hard to choose a name, and the name is just a code name. You choose one of these three, Lupi, Mungdou, and Qingzhuo." Zhu Minglang said to the little guy.

The little dragon cub widened a pair of vertical pupils just like its mother's, with a confused cyan glow inside.

Do you need to choose if you don't bully children like this?

"Okay, let's call it Qingzhuo. If you are still shedding skin and changing blood in the future, and turning into any blue or purple, then change your name to Lanzhuo, Zizhuo..." Zhu Minglang was very satisfied with the name he gave to the little dragon cub. , could not help but smile.

"Let's go to the spiritual realm first, Nanmu juice is not easy to find, you should drink the juice first, grow up as soon as possible, and your body will be healthy." Zhu Minglang continued.

When the little guy arrived in the spiritual realm, he saw Da Hei Ya and Xiao Bai Qi.

I introduced myself, and soon the three dragon pets resounded in dissatisfied protests in Zhu Minglang's spiritual realm.

Is there such a perfunctory owner, in the name, you can't take dim sum, is it possible to add family members in the future, so that you can fill up all the colors?

Don't say, Zhu Minglang really has plans in this regard.

In the future, there will be dragon pets such as red, blue, and yellow, and priority will be given to make this system of taking the name of the dragon neat and tidy!

However, the spiritual covenant has reached its upper limit.

Opening a new spiritual covenant depends on some rare heavenly essence and earth. In places like Zulong City-State, any treasure that can increase the spiritual covenant will be bid frantically...

Now that Bai Qi has awakened the Canglong Mystery Technique, don't worry about buying expensive dragon balls.

There is still a large amount of alimony received from Qingzhuo's mother. On the one hand, we can consider increasing the growth rate of Bai Qi so that he can reach adulthood as soon as possible, and on the other hand, we can raise Xiao Qingzhuo as soon as possible.

Even Mr. Wu thinks that Xiao Qingzhuo is extraordinary, and his strength is definitely worth looking forward to.

If I can add another dragon in a short period of time, I can take the initiative to find Luo Xiao and deal with this tumor first!

Killing Ke Bei and injuring Duan Lan, the original Chou Zhu Minglang would not be so easy to forget.

On the way back to the courtyard, there is a bamboo forest that is evergreen all the year round. The bamboo forest is tall and slender, and the slender figure swaying gently in the mournful cold night, occasionally making the soft sound of rippling leaves, which makes people feel comfortable.

The sound of the bamboo forest is the most soothing, and Zhu Minglang also likes the bamboo forest.

There is an independent pavilion in the bamboo forest, and there is a viewing bamboo platform in the attic. From Zhu Minglang, you can just see a warm light at the viewing platform in the attic.

There is a slender girl under the light, holding a pen, she is painting gracefully.

Bamboo forests, lights, and beauties make this desolate winter night bright and warm, as if it suddenly added an indescribable color.

Zhu Minglang stood on the bamboo forest path, his eyes passed through the soft bamboo, and looked at it quietly for a while.

"Painting at night?"

There was such a little confusion in my heart, but after thinking about it carefully, maybe they were just practicing, not trying to describe this pitch-black bamboo forest.

Zhu Minglang did not disturb the woman's Yaxing, and continued to walk forward.

It's true that this person is a little familiar to her, and she only acted with her in the afternoon in a scene where they fell in love with each other.

I had heard before that Nan Lingsha was a painter at the Dragon Training Academy. At this time, seeing her painting here, Zhu Minglang didn't think it was a strange thing, as long as she wasn't drawing a weird sacrificial picture, and then painted herself. Just write your name and curse yourself.

Pretending not to see it, hurried on the road, Zhu Minglang is like a scholar walking at night, suddenly seeing a shadow on the side of the road, thinking where there are so many peach blossom encounters in the world, most of them are not good, so pretend to be blind.

But when Nan Lingsha saw Zhu Minglang, she seemed to have finished painting, put down the brush in her hand, and looked at Zhu Minglang's back from a distance, her eyes were clear and beautiful, but without a little ripple, it was difficult to see her heart. emotion.

Just as Zhu Minglang was about to walk away, suddenly a cyan-colored creature like a puppy rushed over from Zhu Minglang's direction. It passed through the bamboo forest and flexibly jumped to the viewing platform where Nan Lingsha was.

The cyan vertical pupil carefully looked at the beauty in front of the case for a while, and after confirming that the other party did not show hostility, the cyan little dragon reached out to the ink, and gently sniffed the cyan ink with its nose. .

This color ink is obviously not real ink, but some kind of leaf and wood juice, which exudes a unique aroma, and its color is also very special.

The colored inks were neatly arranged in a row. There were more than a dozen different colored inks. Only the blue-green wood juice was the favorite of this little guy. Will attack himself, this little dragon is relieved to lick the wood juice used for painting.

"Den, Deng, Deng, Deng..."

The sound of footsteps came from the steps on the side, and Zhu Minglang caught up, watching Xiao Qingzhuo drinking other people's ink, his face suddenly darkened.

Bai Qi drink nectar.

Black teeth eat fat.

What kind of taste do you guys like to eat painting ink! !

Isn't this a difficult pastor! !

"Sorry, sorry." Zhu Minglang stepped forward awkwardly and picked up the naughty little guy.

"That's Nanmu juice, drink it." Nan Lingsha said lightly.

"Wooden juice?" Zhu Minglang was a little surprised. He leaned over and smelled it, and there was really a fragrant woody smell, but there was still a big gap with the refreshing and delicious taste.

"Where did you dragon come from?" Nan Lingsha asked.

"In the woods, in the woods to the north, there is a dragon cliff in the ancient pine forest. Does the girl recognize this dragon? It happens that I am a little confused about its dragon life plan. It seems that its bloodline and race are not recorded in the books." Zhu Minglang also He opened his mouth to ask.

Since Nan Lingsha is the eldest lady of the Nan family, she is no stranger to dragons.

Xiao Qingzhuo is neither a dragon of the green forest nor a giant forest dragon, but it obviously belongs to this family tree. Zhu Minglang asked Mr. Wu, but Mr. Wu just asked himself to ask the Nan clan.

Zhu Minglang asked Nan Ye, Nan Ye didn't understand anything, and now he happened to meet Nan Lingsha again. Although he didn't know if it was a coincidence, he could let her help him solve his doubts.