Marrying a sick dragon

From the priest's point of view, no dragon clan could hold back after knowing that he could have a destined person, so he still believed Han Zhengzhi's words.

In the end, even he had to lament Han Tao's good luck.

"Perhaps, he is the Dragon Lord who is destined to never fall." The priest murmured, and then he would tell other dragons that they don't need to fly over the sea of ​​emptiness and return to the ancestral land to sleep.

Looking at his back, Han Zhengzhi heaved a heavy sigh of relief. He didn't forget what Fu Mingxu told him, turned around and returned to the folding space, and found the city lord on the other side of the lake facing each other in the green bamboo courtyard.

At this time, he was standing under the thick willow tree, and the willow branches moved with the wind. His eyes drifted away, and were blocked by the big clump of green bamboos.

Han Zhengzhi guessed what he was looking at, stepped forward and shouted: "City Lord."

Han Tao finally withdrew his gaze, his pupils were cold, which made people shiver.

"Is everything done?"

Originally, he planned to do those things by himself, but when he thought of Fu Mingxu's resistance to him, he called Han Zhengzhi.

"Well, this is the elixir given by Master Fu. It is said to be beneficial to your injury, the city lord. Just crush it and sprinkle it on the wound." Han Zhengzhi thought about it and changed his name. Then he said, "He said that he wanted to warm and nourish the alchemy furnace, and he didn't want to be disturbed. Let me find the list of elixir herbs you need to prepare, and give them to him in five days."

Han Zhengzhi gave him several bottles of pills, and seeing that he hadn't moved after receiving the pills, he reminded: "City Lord, list of pills."

Unexpectedly, Han Tao took out a piece of paper with densely packed characters and didn't give it to him. Instead, he pointed to the stone table and bench beside him and said, "You can just write it down."

She didn't mean to give him Fu Mingxu's handwritten list at all.

It wasn't until Han Zhengzhi sat on the stone bench and looked at the white paper and pen in front of him that he returned to his place of fascination.

He looked up, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "City Master, it's unnecessary, right? I won't break the list."

Han Tao's golden eyes narrowed slightly, his emotions were unclear, "I'll read it, you memorize it."

Han Zhengzhi, who had no knowledge of all kinds of spiritual plants, immediately picked up the pen: "Let me copy it."

There was Han Tao standing in front of the table to oversee the work, under the threat of golden eyes, Han Zhengzhi didn't have the slightest thought to appreciate the handsome and elegant handwriting, and finished copying the list with the fastest hand speed.

"You go and prepare." When his last stroke was about to come down, Han Tao put away the list without hesitation.

Han Zhengzhi was extremely helpless, he held his breath and said, "Won't the city lord let me check it? What if I copy it wrong?"

Han Tao gave him a cool look, "Then you are useless."

Cultivators have sharp ears and eyes, and there is absolutely no such thing as copying the list and making mistakes.

Han Zheng choked, so he could only put away the handwritten list, stood up and said helplessly, "At least I helped the city lord to marry you back."

If it weren't for him, Fu Mingxu might not know what kind of dragon his master looks like.

When Fu Luwei came to report the news, he looked angry on the surface, but in fact he quickly ordered people to hang up the red silk again after he left, and even took away the questioning stone that was necessary at the entrance of the Dragon Clan wedding, just because he was afraid that Fu Mingxu would be killed. The forced heart is unwilling.

Han Tao's expression softened slightly when he heard the words, he nodded and said, "You did a good job in this matter."

After being praised, Han Zhengzhi instantly forgot about the handwritten checklist, and excitedly went to prepare the necessary elixir herbs.

And Han Tao stood alone by the lake for a long time, until someone reported that the Caifeng clan had come, and he didn't move.

The Caifeng family came here mainly to investigate whether the rumors that the city lord of Yunhan City was unconscious were true or false. The two of them had already confirmed that Han Tao was seriously injured and comatose, but after entering the city lord's mansion, they never expected that he had already woken up. .

Brother Le Chao couldn't tell whether his current cultivation had been damaged, but he could only see him standing there in good condition, his sharp golden eyes still looking forward, making it impossible to look directly at him.

Le Chao took one more look than Le Qing, and couldn't help but say, "I heard that Lord Han is married, but we didn't know about it, so we didn't bring a congratulatory gift, please forgive me."

He stood in the main hall dressed in black, his golden eyes were smoldering, and his brows were piercing, coupled with a ruthless expression, like the most ruthless deity.

Le Chao remembered how brave he was in the battle, and became more and more curious about the people he accompanied with black eyes.

What kind of mortal is worthy of him?

"We will definitely make up the congratulatory gift. This is our heart for the Lord Han." Le Chao said seriously, and then changed his voice, "Since the City Lord's Mansion has another owner, I don't know if we can admire the style of the new master?"

Unexpectedly, Han Tao glanced at them lightly, and said coldly: "I can't."

Le Chao's eyebrows twitched, but he was not angry, and then he started to talk about the business: "The Yu Clan's Rebirth Ceremony is coming soon, and my brother is also following the order of the Yu King to invite Han City Lord. At that time, you can bring your wife to go together."

A fiery red feather appeared in his palm, exuding the aura of Yu Wang.

Han Tao lifted his finger slightly, and the feather automatically flew to his palm, turning into a book raft, with the handwriting written by Yu Wang himself on it.

After reading it, the book raft turned into a feather again, and then shrunk to the size of a leaf, with white veins slowly forming, and finally turned into a leaf-shaped map.

According to the above route, you can go deep into the hinterland of the Yu clan.

Han Tao put his palms together and nodded: "I will go."

"That being the case, my main task has been accomplished." Le Chao clasped his hands, and then showed an apologetic smile, "But it's getting late now, and Yu Wang sent us two along the road to buy the natural materials and earth treasures needed for the New Life Ceremony, Yun Han The cold cloud jade in the city is one of them, and I am afraid that I will need to stay in the city lord's mansion for a few days."

The Dragon Clan and the Yu Clan have always been on good terms, and Han Tao himself has a good personal relationship with Yu Wang. According to common sense, it is only a trivial matter for the two of them to stay in the City Lord's Mansion for a few days.

Han Tao didn't care if Le Chao recognized him, his expression was calm: "Yes."

Fu Mingxu will probably be refining alchemy and medicine in the folding space during this time, and the Caifeng clan may have already left by the time he comes out.

"The mining rights of Han Yunyu are in Shen's house, and only his shop can sell them. I'll have someone take you there tomorrow." A voice as clear as Shen Yu came from the chief seat. Looking at the evening sky, Han Tao Gradually lose patience.

Le Chao grabbed his younger brother who was still about to ask something, and shook his head at him unobtrusively.

As the evening wind blew through the hall, Han Tao only said: "Someone will take you to rest later."

After he left, Le Qing asked him: "Brother, do you see anything?"

The sky was getting dark, Le Chao's face in the shadows lost the hearty smile in the daytime, he just shook his head and said softly: "Not yet, don't worry."

Leqing has always listened to him and nodded.

But after a while, people from the dragon clan came, and took the two brothers to the northwest corner of the city lord's mansion, where a courtyard was specially set up for guests to live in.

Le Chao thanked that person, then looked around the four people, and after confirming that there was no one there, he said, "Have a good rest tonight, and we can talk about it tomorrow if we have anything to do."

They had just arrived, and they didn't even know the structure of the City Lord's Mansion in Yunhan City, so now is not a good time to investigate.

This time they came here was indeed confessed by King Yu, but the patriarch of the Caifeng clan confessed otherwise.

They need to find out whether Han Tao's cultivation base was completely destroyed after being seriously injured as said in the secret letter.

"Go and rest first." Le Chao glanced at the gradually darkening sky, and sniffed, "I can smell the smell of increased water vapor. Heavy rain is coming tonight."

The Yu Clan, who often soar in the sky, always have accurate judgments on the rain or shine. Sure enough, as the darkness fell, the gentle evening wind began to strengthen. After Fu Mingxu heard the rustling of the bamboo leaves colliding outside the house, the big raindrops had already fallen from the sky. .

The raindrops crackled on the ground, waking him from his lethargy.

Long Yan was burning quietly in the pill furnace, and the surging and long-lasting heat made the house he lived in always dry and warm.

There were more than ten kinds of single fires sent by Han Zhengzhi, and it took him half an afternoon to identify them one by one, and finally chose the most suitable Longyan.

Although this dragon flame is not the most docile among these pills, it is most suitable for refining and boiling pills and medicinal liquids for dragon healing.

Fu Mingxu couldn't fall asleep after being woken up, and finally closed his clothes, with his black hair loosely scattered behind his head, and he leaned lazily on the chair in front of the alchemy stove.

Both the pill furnace and the pill fire are of good quality, and the pill furnace has also been warmed up very successfully. He estimated that three days would be enough for the originally planned four days.

I hope that Han Zhengzhi's purchase of the necessary spiritual herbs will also go smoothly.

After watching for a while, Fu Mingxu fell asleep again amidst the dense rain outside the house. He half closed his eyes, but his thoughts drifted far away with the sound of the wind.

I don't know if Han Tao will turn into a half-dragon body tonight.

The dry and warm environment made him relax wholeheartedly. He thought about it casually, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Just as the wind and rain were rushing outside, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The voice became more and more urgent, as if it was wrapped in a violent storm.

The heavy drowsiness was frightened away in this way, Fu Mingxu almost slipped from the chair without noticing for a moment, and when he opened his eyes completely, he was still in a kind of confusion that he didn't know what Xi Xi was today.

"Master Fu! Master Fu!" The knock on the door didn't stop, and a familiar and loud voice came.

Is it Han Zhengzhi?

There are only three people in this folding space, and Fu Mingxu can easily figure out who they are.

The rain was too loud, he didn't hear Qinghan Zhengzhi's specific cry, he gathered his clothes and pulled open the closed door.

The moment the door opened, the violent storm hit his face, and Fu Mingxu's thin snow-colored shirt was instantly stained with steam. Before he had time to ask, he heard a "plop", and Han Zhengzhi fell to the ground directly.

When he closed the door with great difficulty and turned around to ask questions, he was shocked to find that Han Tao was actually on his back.

Han Zhengzhi got up and hurriedly said: "Master Fu, what do you think the city lord is doing?"

The city lord, who was sober during the day and no one could see through, seemed to have lost his camouflage as night fell. He lay on the ground with his eyes closed, his face completely devoid of blood.

There is a faint fragrance of dragon's blood permeating the air.

Fu Mingxu bent down and waited, he thought for a while, and then he flicked his fingertips, and when Han Tao's clothes were loosened, Han Zhengzhi's terrified cry came from behind him.

"What are you going to do to the mayor?"

Fu Mingxu took the time to look back at him, and said without changing his face: "Of course it's undressing."

The author says:

The conscious Master Han: He...he took off my clothes!