"I'm different!"
Xiaobai raised his wolf head, his face full of pride, as if he was telling something proud.
The pink lotus in the palm of its paw continued to sway as it moved its paw, and suddenly there was no trace.
Xiaobai was silent.
The proud smile on the wolf's head solidified, and it couldn't help but whisper:
"Brother, I'm sorry."
Zhao Wujiang smiled lightly and rubbed Xiaobai's head.
He had already guessed some answers.
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Lingxizhou in the southern region of Shenshui River, Qingqiu Fox Clan in Beihai.
Next to the ancestral land behind the ancestral hall, a unicorn is painting on the ground.
Qilin took the branch and scratched it on the muddy ground.
Beside it, a picture scroll was suspended in the air.
The scroll is yellow and simple.
In the painting, there is a man with a rich god and jade, a unicorn and a wolf.
The man and Qilin Sirius were walking into the distance, with only a silhouette of their backs.
Wearing a jet-black robe, her hair is as long as a waterfall and hangs down to her waist. The jet-black hair is mixed with a touch of silver white and gray purple.
Through the scroll, one can feel the man's gentle demeanor and commanding aura.
On the scroll, there is the name of the painter - Lu Zhong.
This painting is a painting collected in the Qingqiu Fox Clan Ancestral Hall.
The man in the painting is the demon god who oppressed the world in ancient times, Qilin is him, and Sirius is a hateful guy.
It misses the demon god and this abominable Sirius.
It traced back and forth on the ground according to the scroll painted by the painting saint Lu Zhong.
It did not draw the back of the demon god, nor the back of that abominable guy.
It wants to draw the front.
So it was abstracted into a painting of branches that only it could see, and two strokes were made with branches on the abstract Sirius head.
These are two eyes.
It cannot be said to be exactly the same as the gray and black nimbleness in the memory, at least it has nothing to do with it.
It smiled, its memory was a little distant, and it was almost forgotten.
It drew another wolf mouth.
This wolf mouth is the best at talking nonsense.
It drew its nose again.
It looked at the increasingly abstract painting and felt something was wrong, so it scratched the Sirius' forehead with a branch randomly several times.
Sirius once said that this is called Feihong walking on slush.
It laughed at Sirius' stupidity and wondered why Feihong was red.
Sirius smiled and said, Xiao Hong's red, Fei Hong's step on the snow and mud.
Qilin was thinking about it, and suddenly a gust of wind blew between the sky and the earth. The wind blew the pebbles and broken branches on the muddy ground.
This abstract painting of tree branches on the ground was so damaged that it was impossible to see its original appearance.
A pure white jade and somewhat old hand stretched out from mid-air, holding a paintbrush in the hand, and drew a stroke in mid-air.
A silver-gray scratch appeared in the sky, like a lightning hidden in the dark clouds.
Then the scratches disappeared in an instant.
"Qitian."
An old and kind voice came from all directions.
The moment Qilin appeared from the brush, it sat upright. When this voice sounded, its eyes were filled with mist:
"Brother Lu..."
"Hold the locked demon tower and come to the Lu family quickly." The kind voice sounded again.
Qilin responded quickly.
It won't wonder why Lu Zhong didn't take away the Demon Locking Tower himself.
Because the space is endless and thousands of miles apart, although the Supreme Power is invincible, it cannot lift the demon god's coffin.
Lu Feng's brush drew another stroke in mid-air, and there was another silver-gray scratch.
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The silver thunder dragon wandered among the stacked dark clouds, like a silver-gray scratch on the sky.
It rains lightly.
Zhao Wujiang has left from the Thirty-first Level of Dao Lotus.
He arrived at the Thirty-Second Dao Lotus and saw the shelters of the Lu Family and Butian Pavilion from a distance. He did not go in, but continued to cross.
Arriving at the Thirty-third Level Lotus Heaven, the light rain turned into a downpour.
He didn't stop and flew all the way to the lotus heart to verify his answer.
