The three-legged little dragon exploded its scales, bowed up, and angrily spat out small ice arrows, trying to rush over to fight the poisonous-tongued brother. The young man stretched out and pointed to her, and she cried with a "wow". While crying, she complained tearfully: God! look at him! Look at him laughing at me again! He just looks down on me being born without a dragon claw!

Divine Sovereign touched her newborn horn, softened his brows, and said:

Arong, don't be afraid.

...even if you only have three dragon claws, you will grow up well, you will grow horns with many branches, there will be birds flying and landing on your horns, twittering with you wherever you go...Silver The little dragon wrapped around his wrist in a small circle, with watery eyes unblinking, and he rested his chin on his tail as he listened.

She said in a milky voice, "Shen Jun, I'm not afraid.

Ash is not afraid anymore.

Ash will grow up well.

Growing up to be able to carry the gods around the twelve continents...

Lord God.

"My lord... Since you are not bloodless and fleshless," Mu Di slowly retracted his hand, Xue's warm blood was cold, and the cold stinged the past, and his knuckles clenched little by little. Shenjun just stopped coughing, and his second punch fell fiercely, "Then why are you indifferent to our pain?!"

Why do you want to reach out to the demon clan first?

Why give us the illusion of acquaintance? ...Let the demon clan stay in the dark, curl up and fight for thousands of years...because since you stretched out your hand, we really thought we were friends.

Yes.

Righteousness, compassion, and thoughts of the common people are all right.

But that is the thing of gods and people.

Not a monster thing.

What the common people, what all things, what avenues, the demon clan does not understand.

The demon clan only knew that the gods wanted to build the four poles, so they went with him, and walked with him across the fiercely plow mounds in the northeast corner, and the hundreds of rivers in the sea in the northwest corner... They followed him, not knowing because of righteousness, but also Not because of the common people, but because the demon clan and the gods are friends.

There is no right or wrong, no right or wrong.

Even if what the lord said at the beginning was not to build the four poles but to establish a ghost, they would go with him.

Isn't that what friends are like?

Why is there a lack of preaching? Why preach to all beings?

——There is nothing more painful and angry than that.

The monsters don't care about death or fighting, but since Zhoushan, all monks and immortals have ridiculed the friendship they cherished and cherished is just a joke... The gods they trust and love the most have turned their backs on them and stabbed them. The sword was handed over to mortals.

Since then, every fight and the death of every friend has become a bloody reminder:

These swords, these spells, come from their most trusted monarch.

most trusted...

most beloved.

How funny.

The monarch coughed again, and the blood that had just been pressed poured out again.

Drops fell on the snow.

Shocking red.

The little granddaughter of the Hu family, who was hiding in the room, screamed. She had never seen anyone coughing up blood to such an extent, and she had never seen anyone lose such weight, as if she could at any time. Fall down, as if it would fall apart at any moment. She opened the door, ran down the steps, and stopped abruptly.

A pale, cold hand grabbed Mu Di's throat.

In the porridge shed, a young man appeared in the sky.

Bloody black hair, killing intent dripping.

"Allo."

Divine Sovereign gripped the devil's wrist, his knuckles turning white.

"You go back."

The devil didn't move, his fingers were still tightening little by little.

There was a dull thunderous roar from Mu Di's throat, his long and narrow eyes instantly turned into icy vertical pupils, cyan scales climbed up to the corners of his eyes, and a sinister horn instantly grew on his forehead, and electric light jumped on the horns. The stone steps and all the jars on the wooden frame vibrated at the same time, and the snow was frozen in midair.

"Allo!"

Divine Sovereign supported the crippled table and stumbled to his feet.

The devil looked back at him and finally let go.

The snowflakes frozen in mid-air exploded.

Mu Di staggered backwards and stepped on a few deep pits on the ground before it could be stopped. At the same time, the bloody black-haired young man turned into a streamer and was put into his sleeve by the god.

It's snowing heavily.

……………………

The water in the crock pot boiled, and after the plants and trees boiled, the air smelled of medicine.

Bei Ge Zijin squatted in front of the wooden porch, while watching the fire, while cleaning the wound of his slumbering nephew. Lu Jing sat on the old mat and looked at it. The walls with white ash falling off were pasted on paper full of formulas. For some reason, those formulas were always familiar. In addition, there are a few cushions and low tables in the main room, two or three of which still have children's graffiti - such a small place, Bei Ge Zijin has turned it into a small private school.

"Teaching Braille and arithmetic, there are a few children nearby who are quite smart," Bei Gezi explained when Lu Jing was flipping through the students' workbooks on the desk.

Lu Jing glanced at the child who shrank into a ball because of the cold weather, and asked him, "What's the matter with you?"

With Lu Jing's current eyesight, it is not difficult to see that Bei Ge Zijin's energy is extremely floating, and his cultivation is like a bamboo basket containing water. Back then, Bei Ge Zijin was able to fight against the Great Demon Moon Mother at the beginning of Tuyang Mountain. Although there was a factor in the Guigu Great Array's help, it was enough to show his extraordinary strength.

"Cultivation?" Bei Ge Zijin added some water to the crock pot and closed the lid, "It's useless, so it's useless."

Lu Jingxin said that the cultivation base would be abolished because it was "useless". When the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back... After the night was divided, Bai Shi and Tianwaitian's plot to steal the luck of the world was exposed, and the past was added. Acting arrogantly, after Taiyi returned to Kongsang, the remnants of the Bai clan scattered all over the world, and there are probably not too many people seeking revenge and hatred.