Seeing Wu Kexin's confused look, the clan leader thought for a moment, and the solemn expression on his face instantly dissipated, and he continued to smile: "It's okay, it's okay, just come back, just come back."
As he spoke, he took Wu Kexin's hand and beckoned a few people to go to the village, "Let's go, don't stand here, come in and chat." Su Yu and Yan Bing were not used to the sudden enthusiasm.
Su Yu, who had always been cold and cold, couldn't adapt to the sudden enthusiasm. Yan Bing, who was alert, saw this sudden change and began to set up a defensive line in his heart.
On the contrary, Lin Zihan, who was extremely alert at first, suddenly changed his expression and showed a smile after meeting the clan leader's eyes.
"In that case, thank you clan leader." Lin Zihan responded softly. The southern wilderness is so large that it is much larger than the territory within the southern territory's defense line. It is both easy and difficult to find a place to live. .
Although the subrace people were born in the poisonous fog area, this does not mean that the subrace people will not be corroded by the poisonous fog. They are just affected by the poisonous fog and have some strange abilities in their blood. However, if they have been in the poisonous fog for a long time, they will not be affected by it. It will poison the body.
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In ancient villages, stone slabs can be seen everywhere, with some strange marks carved on them, like some kind of runes.
When Su Yu saw those ancient marks, he subconsciously regarded them as some kind of writing, which should be used to record certain important events. However, in Yan Bing's view, they were just children's ghost drawings. After all, in such strange places as orphanages, Strange paintings are not uncommon.
Only Lin Zihan knew clearly that those ghost-drawing talismans were dragon patterns, but they were just variations of dragon patterns, which roughly meant setting up restrictions and praying for the stability of the village. Although they were mutants, Lin Zihan, who owned the dragon pattern, could still see it at a glance. out.
Perhaps words need to be learned, but those cognitions that can be remembered deeply and engraved in the soul do not. Although Lin Zihan cannot clearly recognize every dragon pattern, he can know what it represents.
Seeing the dragon patterns engraved on every stone tablet, Lin Zihan already knew that his trip would reveal the secrets about his dragon and why he was reborn after hundreds of millions of years.
Passing through the widest avenue in the village, there was a stone castle in front of him that symbolized power. Among the surrounding villages, it was considered a luxurious building. Lin Zihan saw an ancient character carved on the door of the stone castle, My mind was instantly shaken by an impact.
After waiting for a long time, Lin Zihan took a step forward and walked firmly towards the stone castle.
"The visitors are guests. There is nothing to entertain here. They are all low-grade wild fruits." The patriarch was still particularly enthusiastic. He invited a few people to sit down and arranged for them to eat and drink, but he always held Wu Kexin's hand. The little hand never let go for a moment.
"Humans and subspecies have lived in peace and harmony these years. Humans will never easily set foot in the poisonous fog area. Do you have any business here?" The patriarch said, his right hand quietly passed around Wu Kexin's wrist, and pressed it on He checked the pulse of Wu Kexin's wrist.
Since the battle between subspecies and humans before the outbreak of the beast tide in the early years, humans have faced the danger of the beast tide, and there have been no more military actions targeting subrace people. Both sides are peaceful and do not invade each other.
"I think the clan leader should know the purpose of my coming." Lin Zihan didn't hide it. The moment their eyes met, the two of them already knew some things.
"You came here because of that rumor, the rumor about the Dragon Clan's ruins!" The clan leader did not try to hide anything, with a calm smile on his lips, he took the scepter in one hand and held it in front of him.
"You can go, but Kexin has to stay. I can't let Kexin get into trouble because of you like his brother." The smile on the patriarch's face disappeared, and the crutch in his hand emitted a golden light.
"Why? I really want to know what secrets there are in Ke Xin?" Lin Zihan stopped laughing and had a firm attitude. He slowly held his right hand into a claw shape, and his arm was covered with a layer of fine blood-colored dragon scales.
The moment Lin Zihan Longge awakened, Lin Zihan clearly felt that there was a mysterious connection between himself and Wu Kexin. Every time he saw Wu Kexin, he had an urgent desire to possess it. There seems to be something in Wu Kexin that she needs very much.
Maybe it’s the influence of the spiritual factor, maybe it’s some kind of power in Wu Kexin’s blood, or maybe it’s the dragon’s feelings towards the subrace people…
But when he entered the southern wilderness and saw people of other subraces, Lin Zihan didn't feel anything at all. Only for Wu Kexin, every time he saw her eyes, the fire of possession would be ignited in his heart.
When looking at people of other subraces, Lin Zihan only had the power of a king. Even when facing an old man like the clan leader, Lin Zihan felt like he was a king.
"Or, what is the connection between subraces and ancient dragons?" Lin Zi said coldly, taking a step forward slowly, and the atmosphere in the room instantly changed from harmonious to tense.
"Subraces have no relationship with dragons, nor do they want to have any relationship." The kind face of the clan leader suddenly turned ferocious, and he waved the crutch in his hand, "If you want to find some dragon clan ruins, I have no objection, but Kexin, You can’t take it away.”
The patriarch pulled Wu Kexin behind him. Seeing the patriarch holding her hand tightly, Wu Kexin didn't know what to do for a moment.
"I must take him away!" Lin Zihan's eyes turned into bloody eyes, his right hand was placed in front of him, and he rushed out with a claw.
"Stop him! Following the clan leader's order, the four people who had been waiting at the entrance of the village rushed out from the back room of the room. The middle-aged man, whom Wu Kexin called Uncle Bei, held a crude weapon in his hand. of spear.
"Ridiculous." Lin Zihan smiled contemptuously, stood firm on the spot, put his right hand back in front of him, held the tip of the gun in front of him with his free hand, and flicked his wrist to throw Uncle Bei away.
The next three people were no exception. Lin Zihan easily lifted the four of them away without even moving his feet.
"Ice spike impact!" Uncle Bei rolled over, and the spear thrust out from his hand. Ice spikes followed closely behind the spear, heading towards Lin Zihan.
"He's just a kid in front of the King of Hell." Lin Zihan responded to Uncle Bei with an eternal voice. He raised his right hand from bottom to top, and huge thorns condensed with blood-colored murderous aura rose from the ground. The spear had not yet reached Lin Zihan's eyes. , was completely restricted.
The crazy spurs of blood rushed towards the four people, like pangolins underground, quickly passing through their bodies.
The giant thorn passed through the bodies of several people. There was no blood gushing out or wailing. There were just four people who were stunned, as if their souls had been taken away. They just let the giant thorn pass through their bodies and were struck by the giant thorn. Hanging in mid-air.
At the last moment, Lin Zihan was still moved because he saw Wu Kexin's eyes, the panic and fear in his eyes. The killing intent passed through the bodies of several people, but it did not cause any physical harm. His spirit was severely damaged by Ling Lie's murderous intent, and he could no longer muster the will to fight in the face of Lin Zihan.
When Yan Bing saw this scene, in his heart, Lin Zihan had always been a gentle, humble and polite boy, but the murderous aura at this moment made Yan Bing feel terrified. If he stood in front of Lin Zihan, he might be panicked. .
"No!" Wu Kexin shouted, but it was too late. The clan leader had already rushed forward with a cane in his hand. His old age did not affect the clan leader's fighting ability and he jumped up. He raised the crutch in his hand and was about to smash it down.
Golden light flashed, Lin Zihan's eyes were still on the four people, but this did not affect him, Lin Zihan blocked the move.
As Wu Kexin fell down with a roar, Lin Zihan's right hand was raised above his head, and the blood-colored dragon scales turned into a shield, blocking the golden light.
With a wave of his left arm, Lin Zihan caught the fallen crutch with one hand. His left hand had already landed on the clan leader's neck. With gentle pressure on his fingers, Lin Zihan directly clamped the clan leader's neck and slowly applied force.
"Brother, brother, I beg you, please let the patriarch go, he has no ill intentions." Wu Kexin knelt down on the spot, shouting and begging loudly.
"You know you are not my opponent. In your heart, you are surrendering to me." Lin Zihan glanced at the clan leader disdainfully. When their eyes made contact, Lin Zihan's kingly aura permanently suppressed the subspecies. human capabilities.
Even the clan leader with a golden life was just one more stick than ordinary people in front of Lin Zihan.
The moment Lin Zihan's eyes met Wu Kexin, Lin Zihan understood that the awe of the dragon clan and the awe of the blood flowed in the blood of the sub-race people. At that moment, Lin Zihan clearly felt that his Destiny is inextricably linked to subrace people.
"Kexin, I can't let him hurt you. Don't worry, my old bones can still be beaten again." The patriarch's old face turned red when his throat was strangled, but the golden cane in his hand was still waving. Climb up Lin Zihan's bloody claws.
"Grandpa Patriarch, he didn't force me. It was me who voluntarily unlocked the dragon gene for him. It was me who used my spiritual ability to shake the seal. My brother forcibly broke the restriction, awakened my blood, and took it away. The spiritual factor has been activated." Wu Kexin knelt down on the ground, and there was no affection in that cry, but a kind of surrender and awe.
The moment Lin Zihan became the Blood Dragon King, he was no longer Wu Kexin's brother, but Wu Kexin's monarch, the monarch to whom all subraces surrendered.
"I am willing to become the Dragon King's attendant and stay by my brother's side." Pink tears dripped from the corners of Wu Kexin's eyes. As a person of the spiritual subrace, every part of the body has abundant spiritual factors.
Seeing Wu Kexin kneeling on the ground, crying very sadly, Lin Zihan's cold heart suddenly felt a touch of tenderness, and he slowly released his left hand, allowing the clan leader to break free.
"Fate has a way with people. Is this life?" The patriarch picked up Wu Kexin and stared at Lin Zihan with ferocious eyes. He hated Lin Zihan. Why did he let Wu Kexin awaken his bloodline? Why did he let that ancient prophecy become a reality? Reality, why should Wu Kexin become the Dragon King's attendant...
That is a secret that the sub-race people have guarded for five thousand years, a secret that the ancestors of the sub-race people began to guard in BC, a prophecy that was discovered thousands of years ago, and a secret that is in the blood of every sub-race person.
