Chapter 452

Lin Lang stands under the dark shadow that blocks the sky and the sun, and her clothes are flying.

She folded her hair and looked up into the sky.

At this time, the black sea of clouds seems to remove the heavy haze, turning the dazzling golden light, shining and dazzling.

You can't look at it closely.

A clear and passionate song of the Dragon resounds through the world.

At the same time, a large number of blood gushed out, as if under a dripping, endless blood rain. The devastated land is in a flash withered trees and spring, and a piece of green life is growing again. It's just that these peach trees are not as pink as usual, but extremely red.

The people at the bottom stood like a wooden block, witnessing the birth of the flood myth.

It's soul stirring.

But it's tragic.

At the cost of endless life, make the last fight.

When the Golden Dragon swam to the vast and deep sky, the tail of the Dragon swung and the dragon's head turned downward.

That pair of awe inspiring golden pupil actually revealed a trace of reluctant.

It's like an eternal farewell to its lover.

The crowd held their breath and did not dare to disturb the parting at this moment.

Lin Lang stood against the wind and nodded her head slightly towards it.

In the confusion just now, the steps between her temples had already broken away. Her black hair spread like silk, and her lips were covered with blood. The crowd only looked at it, then palpitation unceasingly, where dares to see more, hastily honestly twisted the head to pass.

But it was the little prince. He broke free from the Buddha's arm and rushed to Linlang.

Knowing that Lin Lang was injured, the little prince didn't let her embrace her after she rushed to her skirt. Instead, he tightly grasped Linlang's finger with his little fat hand, and refused to let go.

"Aung, what is this? Why is dad like this

The little prince leaned his head against the colorful body. His big eyes were dazed and curious. He looked at the Golden Dragon in the dark clouds.

There is no lack of dragon legend in the Xiuzhen world, especially for emperors. The dragon is a supreme symbol of identity and power.

However, the little prince stayed in the secluded area since childhood, and spent most of his time practicing. From time to time, he had to be coquettish in front of his wife's wife. He used all kinds of tricks to win her attention from the hateful peanuts, so he had no more spare time to pay attention to other things.

This time he ran away from home to find Lin Lang, and the first time he came into contact with the dragon was his father and father who threatened him with the green Lin dragon in front of the hall.

Said to be a green scale dragon, in fact, it is also a kind of fierce looking green python.

"This is the dragon."

His forehead is small. It's OK to touch it.

"Dragon?"

The little prince tilted his head.

"What is a dragon?"

He had not seen it, so he could not understand what kind of mythical creature "dragon" was.

However, when Lin Lang was at home, the little prince liked to stick to her. When he saw Lin Lang reading his practice letters, the little guy also pretended to read some story books. Occasionally, he would catch the figure of "dragon". At that time, he was still puzzled. Why did this kind of beast have the body of a snake but the horn of a deer? Simply can't think of, the little guy also did not want, after all, the story book is to coax children, should not be true.

"The dragon is a God in the time of the great famine. It can ride the clouds and make the clouds rain." There are many soft voices.

The little prince said, "my father is very powerful!"

He looked at the golden dragon with admiration, and felt that it was majestic and domineering.

If he can, he also wants to be a "Little Dragon" who can ride the clouds and make the rain.

In this way, he must be very powerful, and can protect Aung from being bullied by bad people.

It's just

Why does such a fierce "dragon" have a sad mood when he looks at him and Aung with that pair of golden pupils?

"Dragon" is so powerful, will you be sad? Impossible?

The little prince scratched his head and didn't understand. However, he waved his hand vigorously and yelled at the dragon, "father dragon, down with the bad guys! Step on him The little guy would like to put a row of small flags in front of him, waving flags and shouting for father long.

Jinlong gazed at his mother and son quietly, and the tail of the Dragon swayed, and without hesitation, rushed to the thunderbolt of heaven.

"Roar -"

"ang --"

the Dragon chant and thunder interweave, and there is another agate rain.

Zhehuan reached out and wiped off a drop of blood and tears on her face. Her eyes were not clear, "Oh Father long? The emperor did not expect that an animal could be so affectionate, but he underestimated it. However, the emperor's Taiping Canghai flute is missing a palace belt. The golden dragon beard looks very good. "

After that, he took the jade flute in one hand and put it to his lips.

His red dress was as red as fire, which made the eyes of the nuns.

Buddhists and disciples immediately raised their golden bowls and cut off the music of peace with Buddhist instruments.Others are not so lucky, some flushed, as if in a state of drunkenness. The music of Taiping is a famous and killing move of the Qing emperor of Taiping. It creates a peaceful and prosperous age of singing and dancing and peace and peace of the country and the people with flute music, which disintegrates the resistance of all living beings from the level of will.

It's impossible to guard against all kinds of noise.

Lin Lang hugs the little guy in front of her body and throws a seal of heaven and earth to block the sound wave attack.

Outside, it was as if the warring parties had come together to destroy the world.

They fought two battles, barely resisting the aftereffect.

The little prince suddenly raised his head and asked her, "Aung, will dad win?"

Even he didn't realize that he was the father of Yan Shiyi, and he didn't change his words for a while.

"Yes."

The sound of material rubbing sounded slightly. Lin Lang squatted down and covered the little prince's eyes with a cold palm.

"Aung, why do you cover Langya's eyes?" "Langya wants to see the Dragon father fight the bad guys," said the little prince with a black voice

That must be very imposing. How can he miss it?

"Bang --"

the loud noise made the little prince shiver his lower lip unconsciously.

It's dusty.

The world is silent.

“…… Aung? "

"Your father won."

Lin Lang pauses and withdraws her hand.

"Wow, dad is so powerful --"

the exclamation of the little prince stops suddenly with the clear sight.

The huge golden mountain falls to the deep valley, just like the magnificent sunset. Only a section of dragon's head is hanging on the ground, and the land is dyed scarlet by the continuous overflow of blood.

The Golden Dragon breathed weakly and slowly opened his pupils.

It's like "looking" at Lin Lang.

"Daddy! Father long

The little prince suddenly broke free of Lin Lang's hand and ran out like a cannon.

However, when he ran to the dragon, the little prince was embarrassed again. He didn't know what to do. He could only look at the omnipotent God in Aung's mouth with a pair of red rabbit eyes.

It's so powerful You're not going to die, are you? Right?

Jinlong blinks his fan like eyelashes with great effort, showing a gentle and indulgent meaning.

He came closer and gently scratched the prince's cheek with his eyelashes.

The little prince was tickled and giggled, "Daddy, itching."

Jinlong looks at him quietly and smiles. It is a father's doting on his son.

The little prince naturally leaned against it, and the golden scales seemed to be breathing slowly. The little prince was also arched up and down, as if rolling. The dragon's body is huge, the heat is also extremely amazing, but at this time it deliberately restrained the blazing heat, the scales also slowly cooled down, maintaining a warm and comfortable touch, without scalding children.

"Daddy! Daddy

The little prince exclaimed happily. The little short man wanted to put his arms around his neck, which was obviously impossible. The little guy was not even as big as a dragon scale of each other. So the Dragon tilted his head and handed a dragon beard to the child, so that he could grasp and play when he was bored.

The little guy has never been in contact with the dragon's beard. He is really curious to study it and ask it some strange things.

But how can the Dragon speak?

It's not human after all.

The Dragon opened his mouth and uttered vague and obscure syllables. At last, he had no choice but to rub the child with scales and coax his son with the method that the huge body could use.

Even so, the little prince is still very happy.

At this time, the wind and waves stopped. With the death of Zhehuan, the sky covered with dark clouds gradually became clear.

Shining into a ray of long lost light.

Jinlong is having a good time with the little prince when he suddenly realizes something. The Dragon whiskers on the other side of it move and the bright golden eyes turn.

Lin Lang twisted the skirt to it.

"Chi --"

the Dragon breathed with excitement.

Now, it's just a few steps away from the body.

Jinlong seems to have done something wrong. He droops his head and blinks his golden fan eyelashes carefully.

Eager for her to get close.

Linlang stabilized her body and approached it in the eyes of Jinlong.

Put one hand gently on its cheek.

"Ang --"

the other party uttered a low and pleasant Longyin.

It's like showing off again.

Look, she touched the dragon.

Dragon is very happy.

"You were very good just now." Lin Lang said with a smile, "Jinbao said, I want to be a great and powerful dragon like you."

Confused, who is the prince?Niang is not wrong, he is not called Jinbao!

Jinbao said with good soil!

However, when the little guy saw Lin Lang bending down, sticking half of his face against the scales and kissing father Long's lips, the little guy seemed to understand something. A small pink face was instantly bloody. He quickly pouted over his small buttocks and pretended to see nothing or hear anything.

Ah, adults are not reliable. How can they do such things in front of children?

The little prince learned from the Buddha's mantra and said, "Amitabha, Buddha, don't be strange.".

The Golden Dragon raised a low and low voice again, raised a dragon beard, circled the waist, and gently touched her body with the huge lips with closed sharp teeth, affectionate and sentimental.

At the same time, it was held by the little prince in the hands of the dragon beard also moved, around the little prince, the shy little guy gently took to Lin Lang's side.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

With "unreliable adults" face to face, the little guy pinches hands and feet, more shy.

He's not ready yet!

Jinlong opened his mouth, and a warm and humid atmosphere enveloped his mother and son.

They were surprised to find that the Golden Dragon breathed out a bright pearl.

The Buddha was silent.

Dragon heart.

Among the gods, the Dragon nationality has the ability to destroy the heaven and the earth, leaving a psychological shadow of extreme ferocity. However, this proud and cruel Protoss is extremely concerned with his partner and blood.

At the moment before it dies, it will leave its precious dragon body to its partner. Whether it is scales or claws, it is extremely precious self-defense material. However, for their young children, regardless of the pain, they peel off their flesh and blood, leaving a intact dragon heart. This kind heart of fatherhood inherits all their skills and methods, hoping to win a greater survival opportunity for the young children living in the cruel and famine period.

"Daddy?"

The little guy didn't understand the true meaning of his father, but he scratched his head.

Jinlong arched the bead and reached his mouth, indicating that he would swallow it.

The little guy had to look at his mother in embarrassment.

"Your father gave you a gift to celebrate your birthday. Take it." Lin Lang touched his head.

The little prince happily opened his mouth and swallowed.

"Aung, it's bitter."

He said in some surprise.

It's not just ordinary suffering.

The little prince unknowingly wrinkled up a steamed bun face.

It's really bitter. I feel my tongue is so astringent that I can roll it up without any sense.

He had never tasted anything so bitter.

Suddenly, a powerful force broke out in the lingfu, which made the little prince panic.

Jinlong stroked his back with the dragon's beard. Slowly, the little prince was able to control the momentum.

"Aung, I feel like I've become very powerful all of a sudden." The little prince said vaguely, "I'm full of energy."

Lin Lang laughed, "that's not fast. Thank you, Dad."

"Thank you, Dad!"

The little prince smiles and pours on the scales of the Golden Dragon.

However, the scales of Jinlong did not close one by one as before, but gradually became rigid.

At this time, the little prince finally realized that something was wrong.

"Dad, you Are you cold? "

The little fellow who had not seen the parting of life and death still held the innocent thought and asked timidly.

Jin Long shook his head slowly.

Then he nodded again.

It's a little cold.

But soon, it should not be cold again.

Nearby peach trees grew branches and leaves again, red flowers were numerous, and one floated to the dragon's claws.

He gathered his paws and tried to hold up the poor little flower and give it to his wife.

It must look good on her temples.

Its memory has actually begun to blur.

I vaguely remember that on the morning of her wedding, she once said that peony is the flower of love in the world. If young men and women there communicate with each other, they will give them to their lovers.

Peony or peach blossom, he also wanted to fold the best one and give it to his lover.

But it can't.