I'm already a waste dragon

Go out.

He Shaoyu gave a displeased "tsk", and got up and went into the bathroom to tidy up. Although he didn't want to go, the accident just now warned him that he couldn't be absent.

Cen Mian got up in a hurry to prepare breakfast, and heated up the bento made in advance last night, and let He Shaoyu, who was rushed out by Xue Liang, take it with him.

The new day begins with a rhythm that seems familiar.

***

After seeing off He Shaoyu and his senior brother, Cen Mian stretched after a busy day.

September [-]th, the white dew season, the summer is over and the weather is getting cooler. It has been almost a month since Meng Tu was forcibly taken into custody.

After that day, Meng Tu's right to manage the case of the disappearance of the great demon and the extermination of the dragon family was taken away by the Shanhai court, Luo Zichen had no news, and instead, Cen Mian received a summons from the Shanhai court.

What's even more weird is that in the past month, the one who went to He's house with He Shaoyu became his senior brother, while his cousin and younger brother stayed at home every day instead, going in and out with him.Sure enough, when he turned around, He Qiwan was holding black tea with a gentleman's smile on his face——

"What shall we eat today?"

... Brother, you have changed, you were not like this before.Cen Mian wanted to cry but went back to the kitchen under He Qiwan's supervision, and prepared their lunch.

Vegetables, meat, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and other daily necessities are all available at home. Every time Cen Mian wants to suggest something to go out to buy, his younger brother and cousin take turns to buy it. In addition to cooking at home this month, he spends his spare time online seeing a doctor , I never went out.

...I didn't even have a chance to go out to grab medicine and send a courier.Cen Mian sighed while frying the fish, even though he is quite homely, but if you have a dog, you have to finish the meal, let alone a dragon.

However, today Cen Mian is also routinely "breakfast-visit-lunch-consult-dinner-consult" in a straight line, until after dinner and washing the dishes, Cen Mian nestled on the sofa and was about to turn on the computer when the door suddenly opened ——

President Lu, who has been more elusive than He Shaoyu recently, has come back.

"Didn't you want to help Mr. Lu prepare for the court trial? You Mountain God Clan are the presiding judges this time. Going home now doesn't look like your style?" He Shaoqing was reclined on the sofa with Lord Hu Immortal's wine glass in his hand. asked Lu Li unexpectedly.

...It turns out that President Lu and Brother Juan didn't go home recently because they wanted to avoid suspicion.Cen Mian made a pot of tea for Lu Li.

"There is a piece of evidence for you to see." Lu Li and Cen Mian nodded, took a sip of tea, and took out a silver-gray laptop from the briefcase.

"This is?" He Shaoqing asked with great interest.A mere notebook, the Mountain God Clan can't handle it?

"Meow----!!!" The bell that had been quietly dormant on the chandelier seemed to smell something, jumped down, was blocked by President Lu, and lazily returned to Cen Mian's arms.

...Cen Mian thought of a person for this color preference, holding the bell that rushed towards him, stroking his hair one by one, and looking at it suspiciously.

"This is left by Luo Zichen." Lu Li said.

"Where did he go?...Is he still alive?" Cen Mian murmured, with mixed emotions in his heart for some reason, Ling Dang raised his eyes lazily, and his dark blue eyes glanced at Cen Mian.

"It's better not to ask, you'll know after a few days of court hearing." Lu Li suggested, without changing his clothes, he opened his notebook directly, apparently not planning to stay overnight.

...I'm afraid it's already too late.Cen Mian was inexplicably worried, but was stunned when he saw the lit screen of the notebook——

The background of the notebook password interface is not the default blue, but a custom picture.A portrait of Cen Mian, probably painted by Luo Zichen.

... He never knew that Luo Zichen could draw.And this style of painting is inexplicably familiar.

…Paintings always most directly reflect the artist's soul and heart.Cen Mian looked at the strokes that seemed to be the same as her own, and all of them revealed the same little habits as her own.Luo Zichen's painstaking efforts in painting this painting are comparable to that of He Shaoyu's painting album that he painted.No matter how many negative emotions he had towards Luo Zichen before, based on this painting alone, Cen Mian would definitely reposition him.

"This interface makes me really want to lure Luo Zichen to our police station. I'm afraid only the intelligence agents of the police station can match such a secret security system." He Shaoqing's focus is obviously different from Cen Mian's.

"...Password?" Cen Mian wondered as he looked at the lock screen interface which was different from Windows, as if waking up from a dream.

"I can't see it, a person like him would still use this method. Well, this information is probably quite interesting." He Qiwan held a plate of cheesecake, sat down beside Cen Mian leisurely, and exchanged a glance with Ling Dang along the way. , before dining gracefully.

"...That's for the thighs." Cen Mian looked at the cute and charming child hesitantly, but still couldn't help saying timidly.

"Don't worry, my brother will definitely not have time to eat tonight." He Qiwan said with confidence as his movements remained graceful.

……No time?But the thigh didn't tell him.Seeing the affirmative expression on his cousin's face, Cen Mian bit his lip in frustration. Was it an action that only he didn't know about?

"You can guess the password, but you only have two chances to enter it. If you make a mistake, the four miniature bombs below will be detonated." President Lu calmly brought the topic back, obviously time is running out.

...It's really simple and rude.Cen Mian looked at the painting, what is so important, if the right person gets it, he will destroy it.

"This painting is not just for decoration, is it? Why, do you remember anything?" He Shaoqing took a sip of his wine, raised his head and asked Cen Mian.

"...There are too many things related to this." After all, they had been chatting for ten years, and Cen Mian searched for topics related to this in his mind, and the amount of information pouring out at once overloaded his head.

...And the information related to himself was almost the entire conversation between him and Luo Zichen.

"Is there anything that only you and him know?" He Qiwan guided without haste.

...Only you and Luo Zichen know?Cen Mian looked at He Qiwan's charming eyes that were always smiling, and seriously began to think...

In this painting, I am wearing a courtyard uniform, smiling greenly at the camera, apparently copied from a private photo of myself when I was in college.Cen Mian remembered the corresponding photo, and besides the brother who took the photo, only one person had seen that photo——

The Two-dimensional master who taught him to draw and post on Weibo.

...But that person has deleted his account and quit the circle for a long time.Cen Mian thought about how he felt when he saw the painting just now, and a possibility floated in his mind in horror, what if Master and Luo Zichen were the same person...

Suspiciously, Cen Mian lay down on his body, typing out Eddie's pinyin with his hands——

yizhibailong

"Beep——" The wrong prompt sounded suddenly, and the big red cross made Cen Mian tremble in fright, and whispered guiltily: "...I'm sorry, my brain is too big, I thought Luo Zichen was... "

"Hmm, maybe it's just a misspelling?" Superintendent He narrowed his eyes slightly, believing in his first reaction.But it turned out to be "a white dragon", which is an insult to IQ.

"Really, the string of dragon language next to it indicates a spelling error, Cen Mian, think again." He Qiwan began to stir the black tea gracefully.

... Brother, do you actually know Dragon Language?Cen Mian, who was a dragon but didn't see it, felt ashamed.But He Shaoqing looked at He Qiwan with a calm posture, and narrowed his eyes imperceptibly.

"...Let me think about it." Cen Mian rested his chin in confusion, staring at the painting, but Bell, who was nestled coldly in Cen Mian's arms, suddenly stood up, stretched his waist, resting on the pads. Cen Mian's legs tickled him.

"Bell? What's wrong with you?...Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Cen Mian's attention was drawn back, and she scratched the cat's chin with her hand.

He Qiwan was still drinking black tea enjoying himself, and He Shaoqing looked at the cat thoughtfully, but Bell, who had received much attention, did not speak, his blue eyes gave him a glance as if he despised Cen Mian's IQ, and he walked noblely with white paws, The meat pad skillfully typed out a string of passwords on the keyboard, obviously not the first time using a computer——

yizibeilong

... What is this, is it still the password of the dialect version!Isn't this even more insulting to IQ!And your old man's skilled movements, how many times have you used the computer without knowing it?Cen Mian was silent for a while, then asked President Lu and his cousin with his eyes, and got their approval before pressing Enter to confirm.

"Dudu-"

...It turned out to be right!Cen Mian looked at the bell with complicated eyes, recalled the dream when he just picked it up, leaned over and whispered, "Ling Dang, what is your background?"

Bell's pink tongue perfunctorily licked Cen Mian's face, and then he looked down on these stupid monsters, jumped off the table with his tail wagging, and left.

Cen Mian wanted to ask again, but was attracted back by He Qiwan's voice——

"There is actually a full version of this video. Master Luo has a lot of tricks." The child put the bone china cup on the table, and looked at the only video file on the pitch-black screen with charming eyes.

...The younger brother actually knows Luo Zichen, and what's the matter with this awkward address.Cen Mian thought suspiciously, always felt that he was the only one kept in the dark, turned his head to look, and was stunned when he saw the clicked video——

The blurry video is still from God's perspective, it seems to be a fixed high-altitude camera, but it can be seen that the yellow color of the vast Wutong mountain area is gradually decreasing, and the dark water color is spreading rapidly.

...That is the process of the water body in the lake area eroding the territory of the Dragon Clan.Cen Mian stared blankly at the unclear video, shivering as if he was actually there.

As if controlled by those black shadows, the dragons in various states maintained the state before the flood invasion, as motionless as statues.And the flood quickly and silently covered the entire Wutong mountain area, and then disappeared gradually like it was evaporated out of thin air just like when it came, but this time it disappeared with the flood, as well as the figure of the dragon clan...

Witnessing relatives disappear out of thin air is more uncomfortable than being forced to listen to any kind of speculation in the management office before. Cen Mian's eye circles are red without knowing it, and the tip of his tail that has not reacted for a long time gradually starts to heat up.

He Qiwan looked at the cluster of phosphorescent green hairs, and paused for a while as he stirred the new black tea before continuing to read.

I don’t know if the disappearance of the dragon clan intensified the self-protection mechanism in Wutong Mountain. The gray restriction that I see now gradually covers the territory of the dragon clan, and everything inside is still at that moment until now...

... Is it possible, is it possible that they are still alive.Cen Mian's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously asked, causing the three of them to look at each other differently. In the end, it was President Lu who said, "Read on first, don't worry."

"Well, there will always be an answer, take it step by step." He Qi's wanyou gesture had the same effect as He Shaoyu's, calming Cen Mian's ups and downs.

Forcing himself to calm down, Cen Mian hugged the tail that appeared out of nowhere, looked at the hot green hair on the tail, and finally calmed down, staring at the screen and continuing to watch.

The next part of the video is the part that is open to the public. It is still the boy who is carrying the burden and doesn't know what he is chasing. There is basically no change after that.

He Shaoqing stopped the looping video, but Lu Li suddenly said, "At 12:[-], there is a black car with a silver cheetah pattern on it."

...the silver cheetah.Jiang family.Cen Mian grasped the information related to Jiang Lie sensitively.

He Shaoqing obviously thought about it too, stopped at the scene Lu Li said, and sure enough, there was a black car on the street where the boy ran. It had the same make and color as Jiang Lie's car now, but the style was a bit older.However, the face exposed inside, no matter how hard it is to see clearly, it has a delicate temperament that cannot be mistaken.

"...Jiang Lie." Cen Mian murmured, how could this person appear in Cen's family territory, and it happened to be at such a time.

"It seems that the news that the Jiang family planned to bring down the Cen family was true, but they were caught first." He Shaoqing narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It's no wonder that Mr. Jiang, who disdains the other three families, is so reckless and impulsive. He easily entered the game himself. It turns out that Meng Tu has a handle." Lu Li was thoughtful, and it's not difficult to explain why the always proud local family would It's such an unfair cooperation with Meng Tu.

"...So, who was the one who got there first?" Cen Mian murmured, but his eyes were firm, with He Shaoyu's killing intent, but even weaker.

"It must be the person that this young man is chasing. The high-altitude camera didn't even capture it. I'm afraid it's not a problem with the camera, but that this person has a lot of background." He Shaoqing turned to look at Lu Li and said.

"Well, I agree. However, the identity of this young man is also a big problem at the moment." Lu Li was unmoved, and calmly pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"I don't know how he looks so similar to Cen Mian, and what kind of role he plays. What do you think, Mr. Lu?" He Qiwan handed Lu Li a cup of black tea in a gentlemanly manner, asking casually.

"Sorry, I'm sorry I can't tell you right now. Now that it's unlocked, I'll see you in court." Lu Li looked at the two typical He family members opposite him, put away his notebook in a businesslike manner, and walked out the door as he said. Home, as if being watched by someone.

Cen Mian has never hated his amnesia so much for a moment, and He Qiwan's question just now echoed in his head.It wasn't until He Qiwan stood on tiptoe, but still looked aggressive and touched his head, that he raised his head to look at the other party——

"It's just to be angry with him, don't get entangled." He Qiwan said naturally, obviously elegant, but his momentum was inexplicably similar to He Shaoyu.

... These two brothers.well.The ups and downs in Cen Mian's heart calmed down a bit.

After President Lu's interruption, He Shaoqing responded to "grandfather"'s request and started fooling Cen Mian again.

As a police inspector, it is natural to protect witnesses. Besides, knowing too much before the trial often makes witnesses give "wrong" confessions.All this determines that he can't be unreserved towards Cen Mian like He Shaoyu. If it wasn't for He Dashao being entangled in mundane affairs and having to go out, and now it's a special period, he probably wouldn't be willing to let anyone, including himself, take care of this brat.

Finally lured Cen Mian back to the room, He Shaoqing looked at the thin back and He Qiwan who followed him into the room, and took a sip of wine thoughtfully.

No matter who that young man was, what did Meng Tu need the spirit master for, and what did Luo Zichen know about doing everything possible to prevent Cen Mian from being discovered.I don't know what Luo Zichen's identity is, what he has mastered, so that Meng Tu has to accept the summons from the Shanhai Court.

Looking at He Qiwan who closed the door of Cen Mian's room for a moment, He Shaoqing looked away, put down his wine glass, narrowed his long eyes, and didn't know why this elusive brother came back suddenly.

***

Cen Mian, who was fooled into going back to his room, thought that the food had been kept warm, so he brought out the new sheets that had just been dried, and made the bed for Young Master He, who had a severe obsession with cleanliness.

"Don't be too busy, brother really won't come back tonight." He Qi stretched out his little hand, and sat on the bedside table with a vigorous and graceful posture, and the long black umbrella he carried flexibly changed his posture in his hand.

"...Can't come back?...Is it because of Nirvana? Will something happen to him?" Cen Mian turned around worriedly and asked, his younger brother didn't use "not to come back", but "not to come back", the former is initiative, the latter The latter is passive and has a very different meaning.

... Besides, if you really don't come back, according to He Shaoyu's style, you will not tell him in advance, and you should contact him now.

...But none of these.The thigh is not coming back because of something.Thinking of He Shaoyu's recent physical condition and less and less time at home, Cen Mian's heart suddenly twitched.

"Nirvana isn't quite there, but it's not far off. To let him stay means 'grandfather'." He Qi patted the back of Cen Mian's hand with his small hand, staring at him with charming eyes, and comforted him.

"...What does 'Grandpa' mean?!" Cen Mian listened to it, and his tail stood up uncontrollably. Thanks to this slave to He Shaoyu, he has no affection for this 'Grandpa'.

"It seems that his ability to dislike people has only increased." He Qiwan chuckled lightly before saying, "He is disliked a bit, but the starting point is still the same as yours."

"...Me?" Cen Mian was stunned, unable to figure out how he could agree with that man who had never met before and had no crush on him.

"For the sake of my brother." It's just that one is worried about his health, and the other is concerned about his career.He Qi smiled and looked at Cen Mian.

Cen Mian grabbed the quilt and was made to blush shyly, but after all this, he felt more at ease about that "grandpa" and He Shaoyu's night out.

"It's a good thing he didn't come back, otherwise I wouldn't have had the chance to give it to you." He Qiwan took out a wooden box of agarwood, his leisurely attitude was contrary to what he said.

"...Why no chance?" Cen Mian asked suspiciously, as if his younger brother was about to say goodbye forever.

"I have to go to work too." He Qiwan looked at Cen Mian's more bewildered expression, and said with an elegant smile: "The security work can't be off for too long, this time coming back is already the limit."

...Isn't it a joke to work as a security guard in the Lake District?Cen Mian took the wooden box exuding a faint fragrance. The surface was uneven. After touching it, he found that there was a frost-repelling flower with entangled petals embossed on it. Ling Shuang Aoxue's posture reminded Cen Mian of someone: "This is Ruiji Sir's box?"

"It belongs to his younger brother." He Qiwan looked up at Cen Mian before continuing, "But now I'll see you off."

...It was just a wild guess at first, but I didn't expect to find out something serious.Cen Mian asked dully, "...why did you give it to me all of a sudden?"

"It's a reward for your recent care." He Qiwan kissed Cen Mian's hand lightly, rubbed it for the last time, then opened the box by the way, and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, everyone has gifts. You don't want to know about Nirvana It's definitely for you."

...a gift? Looking at the red cattail plant, Cen Mian was stunned, and he didn't even resist when He Qi kissed his hand.

...It turned out to be the Dream Grass.With this, he can dream about what he wanted to know tonight, and the details of Nirvana that He Shaoyu didn't want to tell himself became available at his fingertips, it was like hanging out!

"I like it so much! Thank you!" Cen Mian smiled shyly and rolled his eyes, wishing to express his happiness by picking up the child and holding it high.

"It's good that you don't hate it." He Qi smiled, letting Cen Mian shake himself, rubbing the black umbrella with his fingertips, but there was not much smile in his eyes.

"How come, it's too late to like it!" Cen Mian closed the box cherishingly, hugged it in his arms, and began to imagine in his mind how to dream about the desired message tonight.

"Go to rest early." He Qiwan bowed politely with his hands behind his back. He was about to say goodbye, but he was stunned after raising his head, and said as if unintentionally: "Qingyue said that the spirit master originally had three reverse scales. Really."

... Reverse Scale?Cen Mian was stunned, and immediately went to the mirror to look. It turned out that it was unknown whether it was because of the Huaimengcao or the box, but silver scales began to appear under his skin, and the reverse scales on his neck were even more abrupt.

"How could there be three pieces? Sister Qingyue clearly said that I have grown one piece." Cen Mian pulled up the collar of her pajamas with a little inferiority. In everyone's eyes, it is always bad to be different from others. He Qingyue also told him Do not tell anyone.

"She said that?" He Qiwan looked at Cen Mian and nodded honestly, leaned over to help him pull back his collar and tidy it up, pointed at the broken scale, narrowed his eyes and said, "Maybe she didn't see this." Uh , but for He Qingyue, who is a genius, is it possible?

"...It's so strange, how did this come about? I don't have the slightest impression." Cen Mian has always been against the topic of Ni Lin, so naturally he didn't check it out specially. Not to mention discovering covered wounds.

"Ahem——" He Shaoqing's deliberate cough sounded outside the door, obviously urging He Qi to pull.

"I'm going out, remember to use Huaimengcao in time." He Qiwan tidied up the wrinkled clothes slowly, and reminded him before going out.

"...Well, okay, thank you!" Cen Mian came back to his senses, watched He Qiwan touch the black umbrella, the small figure disappeared into the room, and then realized to thank you again, obviously still can't remember the origin of the wound .

As soon as He Qiwan walked away, a white bird with feather ornaments landed on the window sill with its hind legs, its haughty appearance was very in the style of the Yu clan.

... Sure enough, the messenger birds of the He family are all very cold?Cen Mian took the letterbox from Shiratori's neck, looked at the family crest on the feather ornaments and thought blankly, obviously not used to the night without He Shaoyu.

The white bird lightly pecked at Cen Mian's hand, as if to ensure that it could convey Cen Mian's breath to the messenger, then flapped its wings and flew into the thick night.

Cen Mian opened the letter box in his hand, and pulled out the rolled parchment. It was a banquet invitation letter, and it could also be regarded as an invitation card to entertain relevant people in disguise before the trial.The bronzing font and the three family patterns of He, Jiang and Lu on the top indicate its purpose.As if to prevent Cen Mian from worrying and not to speak directly, there was a phoenix feather specially placed inside.

Turning a deaf ear to the depressing invitation letter, Cen Mian turned off the headlights, leaving an orange lamp behind, picked up the phoenix feather, placed it where He Shaoyu slept, got into bed, hugged Huaimeng Grass, slowly brewing drowsiness amidst the faint chirping of insects.

The moonlight leaked in from the window, reflecting Cen Mian's pious posture as if he was going to meet his lover at night, and the tip of his tail gradually emitting blue scales.

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① Dream Grass:

Seen in Volume [-] of "Dong Ming Ji".

There is dream grass like cattail grass, red in color, shrinking into the ground during the day, and coming out at night, also known as Huaimeng.If you are pregnant with its leaves, you will know the good or bad of the dream, and you can test it immediately.Mrs. Di Sili's tolerance was unavailable, so Shuo Nai offered a branch to Emperor Huai, and Mrs. Ye Guomeng, because it was renamed Huaimengcao.

The original name of Huaimengcao is Youmengcao, it is red in color, it shrinks into the ground during the day, and only sneaks out at night, as long as you put a leaf in your bosom, you will know whether it is a good dream or a nightmare.Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty missed Mrs. Li, so Dongfang Shuo gave Emperor Wu of the Han a Huaimengcao. As expected, Emperor Wu of the Han dreamed of Mrs. Li, and the name of the dreamcao was changed to Huaimengcao.

42 Hongmen Banquet

fire.

Following the soft-legged Fengming, it roared from the nine heavens.

As if they knew the arrogance and strength of their opponents, the dragons in the Wutong Mountain area retreated one after another, leaving behind the sycamore trees all over the mountains and plains.

The towering sycamore trees were stained by karmic fire from top to bottom. It was night, but the rolling valley was as bright as day by the fire.

There is no trace of living creatures on the surface of the vast valley—everyone knows that if you want to survive such an opponent, the only way to escape is the farther and deeper you are.

The meandering lake area in the middle of the valley is the same as what Cen Mian saw in Meng Shixian's memory before, except that the phoenix feathers are still all over the sky, but the dragon scales have disappeared.

At the junction of the dark and treacherous lake area and the fiery mountainous area, there is a figure full of flames sitting.

……thigh.Cen Mian recalled reflexively, and realized that this was the scene of He Shaoyu's first nirvana back then.The one I see now is probably the Phoenix Lord who just woke up 20 years ago.

Sure enough, the fire in that figure seemed to be getting more and more fierce and uncontrollable, trying to burn the body to the ground, and the karmic fires all over the mountains and plains seemed to be intensified as if they had been sensed, even the creatures sealed under the deep lake area had There was a reaction, bringing up a trace of imperceptible waves on the lake.

Cen Mian watched that figure being engulfed in the flames bit by bit from the inside out, merging into one body of fire, indistinguishable from other karmic fires, as if the proof of its existence had been erased from then on, only felt It was like being slammed into a torture instrument full of needles, and the pain was so painful that I couldn't breathe.

... This is what He Shaoyu suffered at the beginning, and this kind of thing will even happen again in the near future, but I can't do anything but watch him disappear.Cen Mian's eyes were sore, he knew he was in a dream, but he couldn't control his emotions, even though he didn't have a physical body, he still felt distressed tears and trembling.

... No wonder it is said that the position of the Phoenix Lord is more valuable than the Spirit Lord. The number of times the Phoenix Lord has been awakened over thousands of years can be counted on the fingers of one's fingers. Such a dangerous rebirth is not something ordinary people can endure.

The karmic flames in the sky only increased, and the turbulent momentum was about to burn the entire Wutong mountain area.

... If Lord Phoenix is ​​not reborn successfully, the fire will continue to burn.Until the sycamore branches were burned out, if He Shaoyu didn't show up again, there would really be no Phoenix Lord anymore.Cen Mian knew that He Shaoyu was rescued by an old man from the Dragon Clan, but he couldn't help thinking about it.

Finally, out of the karmic fire that was about to engulf the entire forest, a silvery figure walked out.

The little guy obviously couldn't escape in time, so he watched secretly for a long time. His watery round eyes carried the same emotion as Cen Mian's now. That large group of fierce flames seemed to hesitate, but also seemed to feel distressed.

……silver white.Cen Mian looked at the familiar fur color, no, isn't Luo Zichen a black dragon?This fur color is exactly... exactly the same as my own...

The silver-white little guy in the picture pondered for a while, and the flames reflected fiercely on his scales, looking terrifying, but he suddenly moved——

The claws grow sharp nails, aiming at the raised scales on the neck, as if a great determination has been made, the eyelids are suddenly closed to cover the big watery eyes, and the "swipe" is cut off in a messy manner. That piece of reverse scale.The dragon's blood surged, and his whole body trembled limply, but the little guy supported the bloody body and hugged the silver-white reverse scale, and summoned up his courage to jump and plunge into the flame.

... This is really the old man of the Dragon Clan.Cen Mian watched through the restraint, obviously in a dream, but felt severe pain for that fellow clan.That place hurts to the bone if it is accidentally rubbed, how painful it must be to do this, let alone throwing Nilin into the flames.

First, a drop of rain fell, obviously not ordinary water, because the rain touched the flame to make the karmic fire disappear, and then it gradually lost to the mighty flame and turned into water vapor.

However, the fire was nothing more than the torrential rain that followed. Unlike the pitch-black water in the lake area, this water was clear and pure, as clean as a newborn baby, but with powerful strength.

Under the heavy rain, although the flame was still there, it gradually weakened.The flames at the border gradually faded, and a young figure gradually appeared.

... That was He Shaoyu.He Shaoyu is experiencing the loss of all five senses and memory.Cen Mian, who knew what it was like, felt his heart twitch, and was stunned when he saw another figure exposed in the firelight——

The little guy just now was covered in blood, and the exposed tip of his tail looked like blue hair.

...But, that little guy is already dead.Cen Mian's heart skipped a beat, the extremely absurd scene gave him a huge sense of dislocation.

...If it was really me, if it really was, that would be great, but, I am obviously still alive and well...

The world returned to darkness, and Cen Mian's consciousness fell into the darkness as if overwhelmed, until an impatient and depressing deep voice woke him up——

"Little pig, get up and change clothes."

Opening his eyelids, He Shaoyu's perfect face was right above him. Cen Mian stayed there for a long time, but his first reaction was to murmur, "...I'm still alive."

"Tsk, are you stupid for eating grass?" He Shaoyu seemed to be poked by that sentence, frowning, and stretched out his hand to pinch Cen Mian's delicate face, Huaimengcao had been taken away by him long ago.

Damn, yesterday he shouldn't have told He Qiwan to stay and take care of Cen Mian.No, He Shaoqing can't do it either. These two people knew that "grandpa" was going to detain them by force, but they still cooperated with "grandpa"'s actions. They don't know how they were brainwashed besides this stupid dragon.

Fortunately, this little fool is fine.

"...You took the grass away?" Cen Mian looked at the empty bosom, no wonder he didn't see it behind him, woo, how angry!This opportunity came with great difficulty, but seeing He Shaoyu's unfriendly expression, Cen Mian hesitated for a second, okay, he still has to be obedient.

"You're so stupid, you'll accept everything others give you." Taking a full view of Stupid Dragon's expression, He Shaoyu knocked him on the head as punishment.

"...Aren't you coming back to sleep?" Cen Mian knew he was wrong, rubbed his head, hugged the quilt and talked about him.

"Look at what time it is now. I don't know if I was a pig in my previous life. I took the grass away and refused to wake up for a long time." He Shaoyu raised his eyebrows, lit up Cen Mian's mobile phone screen and threw it to him, saying to himself just now. Unconscious Cen Mian kept silent about his anxiety.

Cen Mian stared sleepily at the big 19:07 on the screen, then looked at the dark sky outside the window, and suddenly woke up.

...Did he sleep all day and all night?Cen Mian thought that only a short period of time had passed in the dream, and then shivered with fear.

As if satisfied with Cen Mian's sober expression, He Shaoyu reached out to straighten his messy forehead hair, lifted it up and gave him a rewarding kiss, and taught, "Next time He Qiwan gives you nothing."

"...But I really dreamed about it..." Cen Mian wanted to express the wild night thought in his head, but then remembered the scene of seeing the death of an old friend who looked exactly like himself. Could it be that the dream just now Is it my own fantasy?Woo, or he should stop talking, after all, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

"Don't think about it, your entanglement with the dragon clan's old friend will come to fruition later." He Shaoyu seemed to see through him, digging the stupid dragon out of the bed and taking him away indifferently.

"...What are you waiting for?...Wow! Put me down...Where are you going?" Cen Mian crawled out of Young Master He's firm arms, lay on his neck, and asked inexplicably what He Shaoyu said It made him jump in panic for no reason.

Putting Cen Mian on the chair and picking up the parchment invitation letter on the table, he seemed displeased with this banquet: "Grandpa tried to hide it from me last night, didn't you read it?"

... No wonder your phoenix feather was forcibly stuffed inside, dare you stop it halfway.Cen Mian looked at the bronzing lettering on the invitation letter, and looked at He Shaoyu wearing a long tuxedo with a spell wrapped around his hands, the fire patterns on his body disappeared, it seemed to be the result of the spell.

... No, he actually wants to attend such an occasion one day...

"...Is this really okay?" Cen Mian belatedly fell into panic.Meeting the parents of the He family is still such a serious and luxurious occasion, just imagining it is scary enough, not to mention that he has never been there, and the dress etiquette and so on...

"I'm still here, who dares to say it's not good? Get up and try this suit." He Dashao pinched Cen Mian's subconsciously biting mouth. He originally wanted to take him to the store to measure and order, but when he thought of the group of people in the store What assistants and tailors would do, in the end they just skipped this step.

Anyway, his quantity is the same.

Cen Mian, who had no idea that he had escaped a catastrophe, took the suit hesitantly, and hid in the bathroom under the dissatisfied gaze of Young Master He. The complicated structure took him a long time to change.

...Fortunately, he has studied the structure and painting method of the suit, otherwise he might not be able to handle it with his thighs roaring impatiently outside.

...Also, when did you measure your thighs? The fit is terrible.Cen Mian looked at himself in front of the mirror, he almost didn't recognize the young man who was so energetic, it was true that people rely on clothes...

Cen Mian repeatedly checked whether the details such as cufflinks and bow ties were correct, then pushed open the bathroom door, poked her head out timidly, and saw the change in He Shaoyu's raised eyebrows and lazy eyes, and was overwhelmed by the scorching heat. It seemed that there was a warm look in the eyes, and he flinched for a moment, then walked out carefully, and asked He Shaoyu in a soft voice uncertainly: "...Did I wear something wrong?"

"This button cannot be undone." He Shaoyu opened his eyes calmly and said nonsense, stood up, walked to Cen Mian's side, bent down to his neckline, and buttoned the first button on his bow tie himself.

"So it's going to be like this..." Cen Mian looked at He Shaoyu's expression of "I'm right", and believed in what He Dashao said, thinking, it turns out that the suit tutorials drawn by the wives are also wrong sometimes.

He Shaoyu lowered his head and looked at it carefully. As expected, he picked out the suit for him by himself. The gray vest and trousers looked cute and slender, between a teenager and a young man.