The passers-by are vicious

However, only Murong Haoyu was actually more seriously injured than Jiang Wanwan after being pressured, but he gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain in his body.

"From the Taixu Sect..."

At this moment, a gloomy and hoarse male voice came from above his head, revealing an indescribable sense of majesty and oppression in the voice.

Afterwards, the black fog slowly appeared in the air along with the dragon shadow, as if a heavy mountain was pressing on the hearts of several people, making it hard to breathe.

He had a pair of black dragon horns on his head, and his long hair was as black as ink, draped freely over his broad shoulders, gently swaying in the spiritual wind.

The face hidden behind the black mask, with a clear jawline, looks even more mysterious and evil. The whole person exudes a gloomy temperament that makes people shudder.

Those golden eyes were extremely cold, with a hint of blood red in them, as if they were burning with anger and contained endless sorrow.

When he stared at Jiang Wanwan, his eyes were cold and sharp, full of doubt and confusion, and even a moment of trance.

"Who are you?"

.........

After thousands of years of practice, Rong Hao gradually felt a little bored. By chance, he came to Jiayang Town.

He imitated the appearance of ordinary people, sitting in the teahouse, looking down at the street below.

Suddenly, he heard discussions coming from all around.

"The daughter of the county magistrate of Jiayang Town is so gentle and charming. If it weren't for the prophecy in her childhood, I'm afraid that the people pursuing her would have trampled down her door by now."

"What a beautiful woman with a tragic fate! I wonder if this prophecy is true or not."

At this time, several merchants passing by from other places did not seem to believe these words: "Is it true or false? It can't be a rumor."

However, a local immediately stood up to refute, "That was what the Shushan Sect Leader said himself, how could it be false? Moreover, many disasters have indeed occurred in recent years, and she almost lost her life several times. Doesn't this just prove the prediction of the Shushan Sect Leader - that she will be doomed and will not live past her 18th birthday."

Rong Hao had his long, shiny black hair tied up high, with the rest of his hair casually scattered on both sides of his shoulders. He was wearing black clothes with golden patterns on them, and he looked elegant and luxurious.

At this moment, he was sitting at a table on the second floor of the teahouse, gently turning the teacup in his hand with his slender white fingers. He seemed very dismissive of the prophecy about the leader of Shushan that was being discussed downstairs.

"It's just a few random words from an old Taoist priest, but these stupid mortals actually believed them. It's really ridiculous!"

In Rong Hao's opinion, the life span of mortals is as short as a flash in the pan, so what does living a few decades less matter?

After all, for a dragon like him who has a lifespan of ten thousand years and is immortal, this amount of time is insignificant.

As for the county magistrate's daughter as they were talking about, Rong Hao didn't take her seriously at all.

However, at this moment, a cry of surprise suddenly came from below. Rong Hao couldn't help but feel a little curious, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.

The pair of black eyeliner-lined Ruifeng eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a look of interest. He wanted to see how beautiful this girl who was praised by so many people was.

I saw a girl in a green dress below. Although she looked a little immature, her graceful figure could not be concealed.

She was wearing a hat that covered her face and was about to get into the carriage with the help of her maid.

Seeing her covering her face with a hat, Rong Hao, who was sitting above her, couldn't help but feel curious. He moved his fingers slightly and cast a spell to blow up a breeze.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the girl's black hair fluttered in the green dress. The hem of her skirt was slightly lifted, and at the same time, a faint scent of orchids spread in the air.

The white hat fluttered in the wind, gradually revealing a gentle, soft, and beautiful face.

The girl's skin is as white as snow, and her eyes are like clear lake water, flowing.

The girl looked up in confusion, as if she was surprised. Rong Hao felt his heart agitated.

The green gauze fluttered in the wind, and the hem of the dress fluttered like a dancing fairy.

The long black hair was cleverly tied into a low-hanging bun, with only an intricately carved white jade hairpin with an orchid pattern inserted in it. It was simple yet exquisite, exuding a fresh and elegant atmosphere.

She is like an orchid in a deep valley, light and graceful like a fairy descending to earth.

The snow-white, soft brocade belt was tightly wrapped around her slender waist, which seemed like it could be held in one hand, as if it were a precious and gorgeous treasure.

Like a blooming orchid, her figure is graceful, quiet and extremely moving.

At this moment, the girl below seemed to notice the gaze from above. She raised her head slightly, and her eyes met Rong Hao who was lazily leaning on the railing on the second floor.

It seemed that Rong Hao's gaze was too scorching. She frowned slightly, revealing a hint of displeasure, and quickly pulled down the hat on her head to cover her face.

Rong Hao couldn't help but put his tongue against the roots of his teeth, and the pair of eyes disguised as black instantly turned golden, and his auspicious phoenix eyes were slightly raised, looking evil and handsome.

He just felt his heart was restless. When the dragons saw the beautiful treasures, they couldn't help but want to take them back to the cave to keep them.

Although Rong Hao is a dragon, he has the blood of a black dragon in his body, so naturally he also has this impulse.

Unfortunately, before he could take any action, he was accidentally struck by lightning and turned back into the form of a little dragon.

For a moment, he was unable to use his magic power and was caught by the hunter as a snake.

He was put in a bamboo cage, but he didn't expect that he would have such a good relationship with the girl.

The girl spoke to the hunter in a soft voice, and after noticing him in the cage, she bought him.

As if noticing that Rong Hao was injured and weak, the girl Jiang Wanwan carefully placed him in a basket covered with soft brocade.

"Little snake, little snake, get well soon and I'll let you go."

As the two of them got along, Rong Hao liked her more and more. He would often wrap his arms around her snow-white wrists. He felt that his cold-blooded heart seemed to be beating for joy for her.

He didn't even want to get better, but as he grew older, Jiang Wanwan often had accidents, and his soft eyebrows seemed to be stained with sorrow.

One day he suddenly transformed into his original form and appeared in front of Jiang Wanwan. He said he was repaying her kindness but in fact he just wanted to stay by her side.

Even later, even though he knew that Jiang Wanwan was just using him, he still willingly gave her the Dragon Pearl to protect her.

But he was incompetent after all, and she eventually died.

Rong Hao traveled all over the world but couldn't find her soul, but he didn't expect to see it today.