There’s a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea: 67. The sixth dragon scale (five)

The sixth dragon scale (five)

Into reincarnation?

No, it's not like that.

"She is not reincarnated."

The Emperor was taken aback: "Who are you talking about?"

"My dream man." Yuanzhi Shenjun said softly. "If I have entered reincarnation, I will not be obsessed."

The Emperor of Heaven sighed: "Whether she is in reincarnation or not, this is your dream alone. The person in the dream doesn't know that he is in the dream, but the awake person wants to sleep. Yuanzhi Shenjun, you must always be careful. Remember your identity, you are different from mortals." How can Yinghuo compete with the sun and the moon, whether it is a **** or a mortal, you should recognize your own identity.

Yes, as the Emperor said, it was just a dream, a dream that only he himself knew he was in. It may be very important to Yuanzhi Divine Sovereign, but the Emperor of Heaven has long forgotten what happened 10,000 years ago-compared to an ancient Divine Sovereign who transcended tribulation, the life and death of mortals are really too unimportant, too unimportant.

Therefore, he has no way to solve the confusion for Yuanzhi Shenjun.

Shenjun Yuanzhi left Tiandi and returned to Tianwaitian. He has lived here for a long time, and he has forgotten what time is for a long time, but it is the first time that he feels lonely and unbearable. He always felt that there should be an extra cradle beside him, there should be a child in the cradle, a big dog was lying on the side of the cradle, and a smiling woman stared at him, waiting for him to come back, looking forward to it.

Like the kind of admiration that even his heart was burned together, it made Yuanzhi Shenjun's heart beat faster, and it also made him worry about gains and losses.

He actually longed to fall asleep, because only in dreams can he see who he wants to see. Linglong, Linglong, what kind of entanglements did you and I have that made me miss you because of a dream? If I had loved a woman like you when I was human, how could I have forgotten so easily?

This time, when Yuanzhi Shenjun entered the dream world again, he almost didn't even think about it and ran in the direction of the wooden house. He didn't want to waste a minute and a second. When he met Linglong who came to look for him on the road, he finally obeyed his own heart and held her tightly in his arms. Linglong was very surprised. Her two small hands were weakly spread behind his back, and she grabbed two handfuls of air. After feeling the trembling of Yuanzhi Shenjun, she gently stroked his back and patted him twice. "Husband, what's the matter? You are not well, but don't stay outside for too long. Let's go home."

"Okay." Yuanzhi Shenjun's voice was a little hoarse. Compared with the time he lived in the sky, every dream was so short, and he didn't think about anything in the short period. However, even as a god, he can't control whether he wants to dream or not, and he can't control the things in his dreams - the dreams of immortals, which are different from those of mortals. In ancient times, there was an immortal who dreamed of meeting Taoyuan and was fascinated by Taoyuan. His obsession was so deep that it made Taoyuan come true. Will it be possible for Linglong to come true one day? "I miss you so much."

Linglong chuckled lightly, her cheeks flushed slightly. "Husband, what did you say? We've only been apart for an hour, so where do you think these thoughts come from?"

No, you don't know that we've been apart for a long, long time, and I don't want to wait any longer. Every moment in the sky, he is missing everything in the dream. "Let's go home."

When they returned home together, everything was the same as the dream that Yuanzhi Shenjun had for the first time. There was no change in the slightest, even the broken gold sprinkled by the sun through the mottled tree shadows was the same as before. But he doesn't care about these anymore. He feels that if Linglong is by his side, the world in his dreams will remain unchanged, and he is reluctant to leave.

Linglong bent over and picked up Yan'er in the cradle. The mother and son were playing under the tree. Yuanzhi Shenjun sat and watched quietly. They were so cute that he didn't want to take his eyes off them for a second. .

Later Linglong took out a wooden comb from the room to tie his hair. Her slender fingers gently shuttled between his hair, Yuanzhi Shenjun suddenly felt drowsy, and he showed a faint smile uncontrollably .

The tenderness on Linglong's face gradually faded as he fell asleep, and eventually disappeared. She glanced coldly at the **** who was sleeping under the tree, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

God?

What is that.

She could devour the world if she wanted to.

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Yuanzhi Shenjun seemed to have another dream.

He began to wonder if he was in reality or in a dream, was it a dream within a dream, or was he having another dream?

It's exquisite.

And Yan'er.

In addition, he also saw another person, who was exactly the same as him, with a slender body and a cold expression. In this dream, the sky was pitch black, and the branches of the old tree seemed extraordinarily quiet and silent because there was no wind. The dark night is like a huge mouth, which can magnify the deepest fear and anxiety in people's hearts. The night was dark and windy, and the old tree finally began to sway its branches and leaves, making a rustling sound. The creek behind the wooden house, the flowers beside the wooden house, and another self who pushed open the door and walked in.

Sword in hand.

Like a puppet, he went straight into the house. Yuan Zhi Shenjun had a splitting headache. He really didn't know why this dream was so real. The tip of his nose seemed to smell blood, and the sword in his hand seemed to be heavy, which made him suffer all night.

The old tree trembled even more, and the sky was thundered with lightning. This thunder was really scary. When one fell, the ground split open, revealing an unfathomable ravine, where there seemed to be countless The **** mouth is waiting to devour people's flesh and blood. The creek soared, and lightning brightened the dark courtyard. Yuanzhi Shenjun saw that he came out, and the tip of the sword was dripping with viscous blood.

"Yuanzhi Shenjun, the Dao has been certified, and he can return to the Heavenly Palace."

This voice is too familiar, he had only seen it not long ago - the Emperor of Heaven.

The Emperor of Heaven personally received and led, and the **** of the law returned to heaven and heaven. After that, the god-monarch cut off all love and distractions, had no roots, no desires, and cut off love and love, in order to show justice.

"Husband, husband?"

Shenjun Yuanzhi woke up, and saw Linglong's gentle face, she patted his face worriedly: "What's wrong with you? Why don't you wake up, it's already night, come into the room, It's cold outside."

He stood up absentmindedly, the more and more he felt that this moonless night was very familiar, exactly the same as the dream of his murder. So, who was killed? Yuanzhi Divine Monarch is almost going crazy, and the exquisite wrist he grabs hurts and hurts. What kind of dream is this? Why does he have such a dream?

Rao Shi Yuanzhi Shenjun didn't want to sleep anymore. In the middle of the night, he still couldn't control his sleepiness.

When he woke up, he couldn't stop shaking. The Wannian Tree shook its leaves and was silent. Yuanzhi Shenjun gasped and stood up away from the tree. He thought he knew why he kept dreaming.

10,000-year-old tree.

This tree grew 10,000 years ago. If you look closely, there are traces of lightning strikes on its branches.

This is the tree in that "home".

No wonder he fell asleep under the tree. Yuanzhi Shenjun was struck by lightning, he felt as if something was about to come out, and finally he slowly approached this tree - this is not the only ten thousand-year-old tree in Tiangong, but it is the only tree without a tree spirit. Wisdom is not yet open, Yuanzhi Shenjun has always thought so. But it doesn't seem to be the case at the moment, his lips moved and he asked, "What happened to that dream?"

There is a wind blowing from the sky, and the branches and leaves of the Ten Thousand Years Tree rustled in the wind. After a long time, it answered: "The Lord should know better than me, I am just a tree."

Yuanzhi Shenjun couldn't remember anything.

"Ten thousand years ago, I was just an ordinary small tree, growing by a small stream, and later transplanted to a woman's house." The voice of the ten thousand years tree is very old, like an old man who is dying in his old age. . "The woman was very kind to me. She caught insects and watered me, and pruned and fertilized me. Because of that feng shui treasure, I quickly cultivated my wisdom. Later."

Yuanzhi Shenjun's breath is disordered.

"The woman suddenly became a relative. She had a husband and a child. She lived so happily. I felt very happy when she was happy."

"It's a pity that her husband is a **** and descended to earth, and he has to go back to the Heavenly Palace after all. How can the Dao prove it? The only way is to renounce the heart."

"Poor that woman waited all night for her husband who didn't return, but she was waiting for the ending with a sword piercing her heart."

"The child was just a few months old, healthy and lovely, and eventually died together."

"How can there be such a cruel way of preaching in the world? You have to kill your wife and children to fulfill yourself."

"It's a pity that I don't remember what happened later, because I was shattered by that divine thunderbolt."

"But how lucky I am, before that god-monarch forgot his fate, he actually hooked a seed of me in his clothes."

"It's true that one person has attained the righteousness, and the chicken and the dog have ascended to heaven."

"It's a pity that he ascended to heaven, but killed his wife and children. The gods have long forgotten the old things, but I still remember this old tree."

So when the girl appeared and let it do things, Wannianshu agreed almost without hesitation. Why do innocent people die tragically, and the gods forget their fate, and these gods still take it for granted? Why is the life of a mortal like an ant? Is there such a saying in the world to kill one's wife and kill one's sons to prove the Dao? Who ordered this?

After saying this last sentence, the thousand-year-old tree withered to death.

Its soul will be the food of the maiden as the price for letting the gods dream. Heaven beyond heaven, eternal life, but before the Wannian Tree withered away, what I missed the most was that I was a small sapling that year, and the woman gently stroked her branches and leaves, catching insects for herself.

The grass and trees still have affection, how can the gods kill their wives?

Could it be justice, or the way? How can it be worthy of the person who died in vain, how can it be worthy of the gloomy and dark night of thunder and lightning, it desperately uses the power of the wind to shake the branches and leaves, and wants her to escape.

The grass still has a heart.

God doesn't?