There’s a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea: 939|The eighty-fifth dragon scales (1)

The eighty-fifth dragon scales (1)

Dark clouds and strong winds were blowing. The snow-white lightning was like a sharp blade, piercing the sky and piercing the ground. In the majestic heavy rain, a group of monks wearing bamboo hats and elegant clothes, like immortals, with ghostly figures, passed through A rain curtain surrounds a small village.

In this small village, most of the people have already slept. Only the one at the foot of the village's tail mountain is still lit. Pots of hot water poured into the house. His wife had already given birth, but after two days and two nights, the child had not yet been born. At this time, there was too much gas out and too little air in, and the male owner was so anxious that he was about to cry. Out!

He didn't even notice that there were some treacherous people on the roof and outside the courtyard.

They were even dripping with rain, but no one spoke, just silently waiting for the child to be born.

Then, kill it and do it for the sky.

The hostess lying on the bed in the room was pale. She grabbed her husband's hand and tried desperately to give birth to the child, but it was too difficult. After giving birth for so long, she had lost her strength. I don't know, no matter how hard she tries, it's useless. Only at a certain time will this special child be born.

"...The time of the Hai has passed, the time of the child is approaching, a vision descends from the sky, an accident occurs in the devil's womb, the world is in chaos, and the people are not living well!"

Accompanied by a loud thunder, the baby who had been born for two days and two nights finally fell to the ground. The host happily picked up the baby and wanted to show it to his wife. Then he heard a loud noise and the door of his house was kicked open. A wave of people with swords and hats came in who couldn't see the faces of people.

"Who are you!" He quickly picked up the axe from the wall, protecting his wife and children behind him.

After the wife gave birth to the child, the situation improved a lot. At this time, she was terrified. They were just a pair of ordinary people in this world.

"Bring up the child in your hands."

When the host heard that they were going to rob the child, how would he agree to obey?

The man in the lead sneered: "Giving birth to a demon womb endangers the world, if I were the two of you, I would commit suicide early to apologize!"

"When the devil is born, the cultivators like us will naturally kill it in the cradle. If we let her grow up in the future, wouldn't the world be in chaos!"

Only then did the couple understand what this group of people meant, that their child was a demon, but how is this possible? This is the child they have been looking forward to. It is ten months pregnant. He will kick his wife's belly and stretch his fists. When the master talks to her, she will respond. The new baby looks no different from other babies. He was sleeping in his wife's arms with his eyes closed and his mouth clenched. It was obviously a pink and tender baby. How could it be a magic womb?

"Get out of my house!" the host shouted, raising the axe in his hand, "This is our child, not a demon!"

"Ignorance! Absurd! You treat this demon as your own, so you know how many innocent lives she will kill in the future!"

This group of people swears that their child is a demon. The husband and wife are unwilling to believe it anyway. Those people seem to have no patience and come up to grab it directly. A good hand, but facing this group of cultivators, it was like a mayfly shaking a tree, and he was kicked away in an instant.

The little child is still red, and his eyes can't even be opened. The soft and tender flesh makes people's hearts melt.

"Don't come here! Don't rob my child!"

The man in the lead raised his long sword to pierce the baby's heart and lungs, strangling the fetus in the budding stage. At this time, another purple light flashed and went straight to his heart. He hurriedly avoided it. There was a group of people dressed in black, with evil spirits all over their bodies, and the originally cramped room could not even insert a foot at this time.

"Magic repair?!"

The man in black, headed by a boy and a girl, also painted red lips. At this time, he was playing with a snake-shaped purple whip in his hand. He shot the deadly purple light just now. Laugh: "Our suzerain heard that a demon will be born tonight, and he specially ordered us to come and bring this child back to him. You guys, wouldn't you want to rob us?"

The man in white said angrily: "You demons are so vicious! This child will die here today, so don't even think about taking her away!"

"Then give it a try!"

In the chaos, the man in black went to **** the child in the mistress's arms. The woman in black could turn her into a highly poisonous mucus when she touched something. How could the mistress let her daughter be taken away? Walk? But she had just given birth, and she was a mortal again. The woman in black was originally a demon cultivator.

The male host woke up in a daze, and found that his wife was dead and his daughter was held up by a man in black who appeared out of nowhere. rushed over - "I fought with you -"

On hearing a squeak, he stood on the spot, unable to move. It turned out to be the woman in black who was holding her daughter with one hand, and the other hand pierced his chest, quickly melting his body into a cloud of highly poisonous mucus , the male host couldn't even look at the newborn daughter again, and the whole person melted instantly, leaving only a foul-smelling black mass on the ground.

The little baby also seemed to feel the tragic death of his parents, and burst into tears. The cry was sharp, and everyone present felt more and more worthy of being a demon. This cry could affect their state and must be strangled quickly/ Bring it back!

But obviously, the magic cultivators had the upper hand. They were about to leave with today's spoils, but suddenly found themselves unable to move.

"Where are you taking this child?"

The people in white clothes suffered heavy casualties, only the few remaining, seeing this man appearing in the light, said with surprise: "Master Uncle!"

The one called Master Uncle is the Wuye Sect elder, a cultivator named Dao Ci. Because he is already a great power in the transcendence period, Wuye Sect has always been the leader among the righteous sects, but it is unexpected that , He, who never asked about the world and asked the immortals wholeheartedly, actually appeared here for the sake of a demon.

Since Dao Ci is here, how can the people of Mozong be his opponents?

The black-clothed woman holding the baby didn't know what was going on, and the little baby in her hand went to Dao Ci's arms. Dao Ci's body was calm and peaceful, but the little baby who was the devil's fetus was still crying. , Seeing the arrival of their uncle, the monks of Wuye Sect immediately puffed up their chests with pride, and some people said: "Uncle Shi, this demon womb is crying non-stop. It would be better to end her earlier than to develop a serious problem in the future!"

Dao Ci said: "Although she is a demon, it is not that she cannot lead the way to good, and kills rashly. Do you still remember that you are a cultivator?"

The cultivator was hesitant to say a few words, his face was red and he didn't dare to say any more.

Dao Ci looked down at the crying baby in his arms, and gently touched her tender cheek with his fingers, but the baby was still crying. The hostess, who turned around with her body, sighed softly, after all, she was a step late.

"Uncle Shi, the devil's fetus was born to everyone, and everyone killed her. She killed her parents when she was born. Why don't she take her back to the Wuye Sect and be imprisoned in the cold pool to face the truth. !”

Dao Ci was about to answer when he heard a silver bell-like laughter.

The laughter was crisp and tender, full of ridicule: "Isn't it? If you hadn't come to kill the demon embryo, you wouldn't have been targeted by the demon sect. If you didn't bring the demon sect, the family of three might survive. Well, if you really want to say harm, I think it's you, right?"

Everyone looked at the source of the sound, only to realize that at some point, there was another girl in a red dress in the room. She was dressed in a flaming Luoshang, her blue silk was like a waterfall, and she was as beautiful as a fairy. Fairy Feixu, who is the number one beauty in the Immortal Cultivation World, is also incomparable to her peerless appearance.

"This little baby was born, never breastfed, and suffered this disaster, how could she not cry? Could it be that everyone jumped out of a rock, and when they were babies, they didn't even cry?"

The girl really finds it funny, isn't there a difference between high and low when this little baby cries? Anyway, the same magic sound penetrates the brain, which makes people have a headache. This group of monks is so good, even if they cry, they blame them for being a demon.

The little baby seemed to feel something, and the cry gradually became smaller. The girl's attitude was really arrogant and unruly. The monk of Wuye Sect angrily said: "Where is the demon girl, you are making a lot of nonsense here!"

"Aiya." The girl pointed at herself in disbelief, "I'm now a witch? You can't do anything else, and you're not small at putting hats on people. It turns out that this is a well-known and decent, disrespectful and disrespectful."

Dao Ci reprimanded: "Don't talk nonsense."

I then asked the girl, "I don't know what to call this fellow Taoist?"

The girl replied, "My name is Linglong, and I am also here for this demon."

In other words, there are three groups of people in this room tonight, all for this new born baby.

"Fellow Daoist Linglong." Dao Ci said warmly, "There are many disciples in Fangcai Sect who have offended many disciples, so please ask fellow Daoist Haihan. Wuye Sect has always been worthy of his conscience. I want to bring this child back. Please rest assured, fellow Daoist, I will. Accept her as a disciple, raise her carefully, and never let her go astray, nor let her fall into the hands of the Demon Sect.”

The monks of Wuye Sect stared wide-eyed in disbelief after hearing Master Daoci's uncle saying that he would accept the devil's womb as his disciples!

Linglong said, "But I also want to take her as a disciple, what should I do, or if we fight, who will win and who will listen?"

Dao Ci couldn't see her cultivation, but this girl appeared silently beside him but no one cared, and he knew that the other party's cultivation was not inferior to him, but in this world of immortals, except for him, he would not be able to transcend the calamity. There are only two great powers in the period, one is the master of the Qing Buddhist temple, and the other is the master of the demon sect. When did such a girl appear? Is it possible that there are still sects in the world that cannot be avoided?

"Bold!"

The cultivator who was reprimanded earlier was annoyed when Linglong spoke so rudely to his uncle, and began to speak loudly again.

Linglong was bored listening to it, and slapped her hands in the air, and the cultivator instantly smashed a hole on the ground like a kite with a broken string.

The monks from the Wuye Sect pulled out their long swords and aimed them at Linglong. Linglong looked at Linglong coldly. Point this sword at me again, and I will make you all die in the blink of an eye."

Speaking of her raising her hand, Dao Ci reprimanded again: "Don't be rude!"

Nevertheless, Linglong, who was careful, smashed the Wuye Sect cultivators out. She didn't even move the whole time, she just waved her hand, that's all.

When this group of monks were placed in the human world, everyone would call them Immortal Masters, but in her hands, it was no different from chopping melons and vegetables.

"I don't like talking nonsense with you people who like to play officialdom. This kid, will you give it to me now, or will I grab it?"

Clearly, her patience has reached its limit.

Dao Ci was about to speak, but Linglong had already approached him. He had never been so close to a woman before. He was about to dodge, but was startled that the child had disappeared, and he didn't know when he would return to the original table and sit down. Linglong, the little baby was being held in her hands.

It's strange to say that this crying child, in Linglong's hands, slowly stopped crying.

Linglong thought, it should be because she just devoured the souls of her parents.

She glanced at the pool of blood on the ground, and the hostess who was dying. The little child had no idea that she had lost her parents since she was born, and since then, she was the nemesis of the gods, the birth of a demon, a The rumors that her father and mother can be killed at birth are like shadows. Everyone hates her and fears her. No matter how hard she tries and how she cultivates, no one is optimistic about her-because she has been a demon from birth, and she is destined to endanger the world. .

When she really degenerates and endangers the world, the group of people who used to sneer and sneer at her and forced her into a monster bit by bit can finally say openly:

Look! She really is a devil! No amount of education is of any use!

Her roots are evil! it is bad!

Everyone gets it and kills it!

"Just now, you killed her parents, right?" Linglong looked at the black-clothed woman in the magic cultivator with precision.

She twisted the hostess's neck, turning the male host into a pool of blood.

The woman had also heard of Dao Ci's real name. Seeing that Linglong could easily steal the child from Dao Ci's hands, she knew that the strength of this person was strong, and she was afraid that she was not under the sect master. For fear that Linglong will take her own life.

Linglong said, "I will give you 20 years. After 20 years, this child will come to you for revenge."

The little baby grunted, Linglong took out a feeding bottle and stuffed it into her mouth. The milk inside was the right temperature, and the hungry little baby immediately began to suck. Where does it look like a magic womb? Obviously just an ordinary kid!

The black-clothed woman heard it, but she didn't show it on her face, but she was very disdainful in her heart. She thought that although she was not as good as others, she was also a cultivator of the Jindan stage in the magic cultivator, twenty years? What can a twenty-year-old woman do to her?

"I took this child." Linglong held the baby in one hand and looked at the others, especially those monks from the Wuye Sect, "The death of this couple started because of you, and twenty years later, you will also Pay the corresponding price."

After speaking, she disappeared in front of everyone.

"Master Uncle..."

Doci looked calm, looked at the remains of the couple, and sighed softly.

This is cause and effect. That exquisite fellow Taoist said rightly, if it wasn't for the cultivator of the Wuye Sect who had to kill the demon embryo, it would not have attracted the covet of the demon cultivator. If Mo Xiu didn’t come, the couple would not die, and the child would not become an orphan—he wanted to bring the child back to the Wuye Sect, but after taking it back, how could other people in the Wuye Sect treat her as an orphan? A fellow man?

Being predicted to be a demon, it was destined to be her fate.

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It's normal for a baby to eat and pull, but Linglong couldn't handle it for her personally, so she used dragon scales to create a few puppets to take care of the baby. She also used dragon scales to transform a fairy island at sea, and she lived here on weekdays.

The time spent in the immortal world is really meaningless. In the blink of an eye, five years have passed, and the little baby who needed to be taken care of when he was eating, drinking and lhasa grew into a swaying little baby who was covered in fat and walked. Meatballs.

Perhaps Linglong has the breath of her parents in her body. She is indescribably close to her. She always likes to hold Linglong's thighs, and she especially likes the sea. If it weren't for the spirits on the island, this little meatball would like to dance every day. ocean.

The immortal island made of dragon scales has its own dragon breath, attracting countless creatures, but there are real dragons on the island, they want to approach and fear, but Linglong is not harsh, as long as you are obedient, if you want to stay, stay , And the creatures who stayed on the immortal island have a very fast cultivation speed. They can transform into a human body in a few years. Linglong put away the puppets, and the little meatballs disappeared. The nose of the day is so pitiful.

But it didn't take long for her to mingle with other creatures on the island, often lying on the back of the eagle and flying low on the sea, and also letting the sika deer run in the forest with her, the whole immortal island is her 's territory.

To be honest, Linglong doesn't know how to teach Xiaorou Tuan to cultivate immortals, because she was born strong, and what humans desperately pursue is what she was born with, and no matter how hard humans try, they can't reach her heights. Fortunately, Linglong has a baby.

As a hoarding dragon, she doesn't remember what she has hoarded. Anyway, it's those cultivation methods, all of them are taken out and thrown to the little meat group, plus all the creatures on the island, learn it by yourself, think by yourself approach, fully stocked.

She named Xiaorou Tuan Zhaixingxing, because this little thing always wants to see what the stars in the sky look like. Linglong told her that if you look at it from a distance, it will be very beautiful and dazzling. When you get close, in fact, there are pits on it, and it doesn't look good at all.

Xiao Zhaixing was so convinced of Master's words that she hugged Master's thigh and begged Master to take her to the stars.

Linglong almost threw the little meatball into the sea.

She has always brought her children to stock her, and she never said that she should teach the other party to pay attention to the five good and four beautiful, to be a person who contributes to the society, anyway, just be happy, the creatures on the island are logically older than Xiaozhaixing, However, Xiaozhaixing was the first to apprentice, and the apprenticeship ceremony was also very simple and rude, that is, Linglong asked her to call her master after she could speak. The secrets of the tool, this master-apprentice status is considered.

After turning on Lingzhi, the creatures on the island did not dare to call Linglong Master, but they secretly called Senior Sister Xiaozhaixing in private, because if it wasn't for the island owner's stay, they might still be ignorant to this day. Birds and beasts!

During the journey of cultivation, Xiao Zhaixing is indeed very talented. She follows Linglong and is infiltrated by dragon breath all day long. But at least in cultivating immortals, he is definitely a genius!

In this way, Xiaozhaixing gradually grew into Daxingxing. She is fifteen years old and has the same personality as Linglong. Linglong is eccentric and mischievous. Linglong never cares about it. The trouble is on her, and the rest is not important at all.

Such a happy time, until the twentieth birthday of Xiaozhaixing.

The day she was born was the day her parents died. Before that, Linglong had never told her anything about her life experience. Like all living beings, they all changed from small animals to humans. She was still curious about what kind of animal she would be, but on the day of her twentieth birthday, everything changed.

She happily celebrated her birthday, then smiled silly at Linglong, and returned to her room with a little white rabbit, while Linglong looked at her back, looking up at the sky, I thought it was almost time.

This evening, the twenty-year-old Zhanxing had a nightmare.

It's inappropriate to call it a nightmare, because it really happened, the pain of burning flames and shattering bones... She will never, never forget. She said that even if she climbed out of hell, she must take revenge.

This sentence is never false.

The next morning, Zhaixing, who woke up, was no longer a simple and natural Zhaixing who had spent the previous 20 years with happiness, but the one who once lived for hundreds of years, but was penetrated through the bones of the pipa. A witch who was imprisoned in the cold pool, suffered day and night, and even burned her soul to the ground.

When she woke up, she saw several colorful fat chirps standing neatly on the window sill. They chirped and chirped, and Zhaixing realized that she could understand it.

"Sister, are you awake?"

"Happy birthday to my sister!"

"Senior idiot's birthday was yesterday, did you forget that we gave her a gift!"

Zhexing found that she could understand a group of fat tweeters, and her mood suddenly became a little complicated. She got up from the bed and put on her shoes. .

"Senior sister doesn't look happy."

"Senior sister is very different from yesterday."

"What's the matter with Senior Sister? Do you want to tell Master?"

Master.

This title instantly made topping the heart like a knife. She thought of the noble master who was like a cloud, and even when she was plunged into the cold pool, she was so pitiful, and even looked at herself with that kind of disappointment. ——

Master! Master!