Moisture is silent

Su Rong.

The boy was taken aback.

"Father, I understand."

On this day, the people of Duzhou Fucheng cheered for joy. The city gate they could not get out of was finally able to go out. The darkness in the sky dissipated, and there was a faint, as if a giant dragon was passing through the sky, and a heavy rain was pouring down. .

It rained and it was fine.

The mountains and plains outside Duzhou City are full of green trees, and the golden crops are swaying in the wind, with layers of fruit hanging from raindrops. The people rushed to the crops like crazy, crying tears of joy and working hard for a good harvest.

The old man and his grandson kneeled and kowtowed in the field, and couldn't help but say, "Master Dragon God has appeared! Thank you, Lord Dragon God!"

In mid-air, the young man on the flying sword quietly looked at the bustling and laughing figures of the people, and the corners of his mouth could not help but slightly rise.

"Are you relieved?" Yun Runsheng asked with a smile.

The boy turned his head and grinned, "I seem to be... very happy now."

"As long as you are happy, I hope you will always be happy."

The young man proudly said: "Of course, you are only happy when I am happy, and you don't want to be happy if I am not happy, right?"

"Yes, yes, Lord Dragon God!"

"Don't shout!" The boy blushed.

"your Highness."

"Do you owe a beating?"

"Xiuxiu."

The boy blushed slightly.

"Forget it, let's call Huangliang, I'm used to it."

"..."

That's a fake name, a fake name, a fake name, okay?

You are still addicted!

When the boy got angry, he transformed into a shape, flicked out his tail and wanted to draw towards the man.

Yun Runsheng laughed, directly caught the young man and sat with him, and the two of them wielded their swords together and headed towards the capital.

The Son of Heaven who had been following behind had a complicated look on his face, following the figure in front of him, his eyes gradually became firm.