Thunder exploded continuously outside the house, the wind howled, and rocks flew in all directions. The two little people inside the house hugged each other tightly, their faces full of fear of the horrific vision.
From their awakening to now, the two of them have only encountered creatures such as wild boars and wild monkeys at most. They have never seen such a terrifying scene.
"Are we going to die?"
Pingxin looked out the windy and rainy window, her teeth chattering. A pair of wet little hands clasped the muscles on the young man's back through his clothes so tightly that he almost drew blood.
"No, the monster is probably just passing by."
In the darkness, the boy's eyes were full of fear, but he still comforted the girl in his arms.
As if mocking the two of them, the thunder, wind and rain increased in intensity, and the entire bamboo house was crumbling, as if it would be overturned at any time.
"How could there be such heavy rain and such strong wind?"
Pingxin, who had been living in the greenhouse, was frightened, and his body could not stop shaking, as if he was having epilepsy.
"Monster, monster is passing by..."
The young man couldn't calm down anymore, and his words of relief turned into gibbering.
The top of the bamboo house was suddenly lifted off, heavy rain and strong wind poured in, and the two of them suddenly turned into drowned rats.
Flying stones and branches flew in, causing pain to both of them.
The young man opened his arms and pressed Ping Xin under his body. He gritted his teeth and resisted the pain without saying a word.
A strong wind hit and the bamboo house was torn apart. The two of them completely lost their barrier. There were several times more stones and branches. The young man's forehead and face were covered with blood.
"don't want"
Pingxin struggled to stop the boy, but her strength was too weak and he was easily pressed down by the boy.
After a while, the thunder and lightning disappeared and the wind and rain became lighter.
The black shadow like a mountain hovering in the sky before turned into a young man with a body emitting golden light, a dragon horn on his forehead, dragon scales on his face, and black armor.
"Hey, why do your figures look so similar to the innate Taoist body that I manifested?"
Pingxin in the boy's arms raised his head, his face covered with rain and leaves full of panic.
"I never expected that such a moving god would be born in this place with thin spiritual energy."
The young man obviously regarded the two as newly born gods.
And he became interested in the girl Pingxin.
"It's just, why don't you have any magic power?"
A trace of suspicion flashed in the young man's eyes.
According to his experience, those who possess the innate Taoist body have reached a certain level of cultivation.
The young man and Heping Xin didn't say a word. They couldn't understand what this scary-looking guy was talking about.
The young man landed in front of the two of them, stretched out a hand covered with dragon scales towards Ping Xin's delicate chin, completely ignoring the young man.
"what are you doing?"
The young man pulled Ping Xin behind him with an angry look on his face.
After more than 30 intimate interactions between sunrise and sunset, he has regarded Pingxin as his lover.
Ping Xin herself was also very frightened. She didn't expect that this terrifying guy in front of her would be interested in her.
The young man was stunned for a moment, and a look of amusement flashed on his face. As Zulong's son, from birth to now, he couldn't get anything he wanted.
How many powerful and beautiful banshees would crawl under him with just a look from him.
"Do you know who this king is?"
Although the young man was scared, he still said forcefully: "I don't care what you say, if you dare to make peace with me, I will fight with you!"
The young man was even more interested. In the past, no matter which tribe he went to, no one said anything even if he met the patriarch's wife.
"My name is Ao Qing, and I am the youngest son of Zulong. Well, you probably don't know what Zulong is. Zulong is the head of the three most powerful men in the world today."
The young man stared at Ao Qing fiercely without saying a word.
The wind and rain stopped at some point, and the night became very dark.
Ao Qing said a few more words, but when he saw that the young man didn't respond, he lost interest in continuing the conversation. He stretched out his hand towards the pretty and pale Ping Xin. When he encountered the young man's obstruction, he let out a soft snort. The young man's mouth and nose started to bleed, and his head tilted to the side. aside.
"Don't die, don't die..."
Pingxin hugged the young man tightly, tears welling up in his eyes.
Although they didn't get along for long, she already regarded the boy as her support.
"As a woman of this king, you will have whatever you want."
Ao Qing suddenly took back his hand and said in a seductive tone.
Ping Xin didn't know when a sharp animal bone appeared in his hand, and he stabbed it into his abdomen without hesitation. The blood dyed the animal skin clothes red in a moment.
Ao Qing stood up and clicked his tongue.
"Weak creature, you don't know how powerful I am. As long as I don't want you to die, you can't die."
A golden light emitted from Ao Qing's body and fell on Ping Xin.
The horrific injury suddenly returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
"Don't think I'll give in to you"
The animal bone in Ping Xin's hand poked at herself again, this time at the heart.
But before she could touch her heart, a hand covered with leaves stopped her.
"You're not dead"
Pingxin cried with joy as she saw the boy come back to life.
The young man smiled slightly, turned around, disappeared, and then reappeared. A small hand held Ao Qing's neck, lifting him in the air like a little chicken.
Pingxin was shocked. The small mouth was so big that it could fit an egg into it.
"This, this king is the son of Zulong. You, dare, dare..."
Ao Qing's words were intermittent.
The general idea is that he is the son of Zulong, and if the boy kills him, there will be no good ending.
"What a coincidence, I am also a descendant of the dragon."
The young man chuckled and carried Ao Qing to the river.
"In myths and legends, dragons are killed by the river, so I will pull your dragon's tendons by the river!"
Ao Qing was shocked. The dragon tendons are the root of the dragon. If the dragon tendons are pulled out, he will definitely not survive for a while.
Just when Ao Qing wanted to continue using his identity to scare the boy, a hand like a pair of iron pliers penetrated his back.
A sharp pain penetrated the bone marrow, and Ao Qing saw a milky white dragon tendon on the young man's hand.
"Give me the dragon tendon, give it back to me..."
The son of the dragon, who had just been allowed to play with all the beauties in the world, became a pitiful man kneeling on the ground begging.
The boy didn't react at all. It would be a pity for such an arrogant and domineering dragon to die!
"Father, father, save me..."
Ao Qing called for help with all his strength.
In the East China Sea, under the endless ocean, in a deep palace, the ancestral dragon wearing a dragon robe opened his eyes and shot out a ray of light.
The space was torn apart. Zulong came to the river and saw his youngest son lying on the ground like a dead dog. The dragon tendons were gone.
Dragon tendons are the root of dragons, and even if they are as strong as the ancestral dragon, Ao Qing cannot be regenerated.
"Who, who killed this king's child!"
The shrill voice swept across the world.
…
In a small courtyard of a Taoist temple in Mount Xumi, Chu Feng opened his eyes, with the unconscious Ping Xin in his arms.
Pingxin is Houtu.
Young man, he is Taoist Master Chu.
