Mr. Gao Leng is a dragon

Qiu Shi got up quickly, watched Hei Lin go to the stone platform on the other side of the room, sat cross-legged and closed his eyes in meditation.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Hei Lin was motionless, Qiu Shi dared to wave to Fat San: Brother, come and eat meat!

There is not much difference in age between the two, and they had a good relationship, so naturally they have something to say.Gathering together, Fat San grilled the meat, while whispering to Qiu Shi: "Don't worry, little brother, that brother Dai has done a lot of evil, and now the situation, the head can't protect him anymore."

Qiu Shi nodded.

Now that he has followed the patriarch, he will no longer be afraid of that big nose.

Fat San said again: "It's all right now, with the patriarch here, my Purple Cloud Palace will definitely regain its former glory."

Qiu Shi thought for a while, and wrote on the ground with a fire stick: "Brother, why did the Qin family want to destroy my Purple Cloud Palace?"

Really for that black dragon totem?

Fat San shook his head: "I don't know the specific reason, but I only occasionally heard Master say that the Qin family may have ambitions."

Fat San really didn't know that he was not a disciple valued by the elders of discipline. How did he know such inside stories?

Qiu Shi put down the fire stick and stared at Huo Huo in a daze.

No matter why the Qin family wanted to destroy Ziyun Temple, he only knew that the Qin family had harmed his mother clan, his mother, and him. He must kill his enemies and avenge his mother.

After eating the venison, Fat San still wanted to talk to his junior brother, but he could see that his head was drooping, his beautiful peach eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and he hurriedly said, "Junior brother, go and rest!"

Qiushi nodded, got up and walked towards the stone bed.

Fat San also found a corner by himself, meditated cross-legged and closed his eyes.

He dare not sleep in the same bed with his junior brother.

It was rumored in the door that the reason why the patriarch treated the younger brother like that was because he had a crush on the younger brother.

Although he didn't believe this nonsense, it was better to be cautious.

Qiu Shi had a dream again. In the dream, he was repeatedly thrown into the Black Dragon Pond by Qin Wenmin, repeatedly entangled by the monster at the bottom of the pool, stripped of his clothes, and separated his legs...

That kind of pain is heart-piercing and unforgettable.

Qiushi opened his eyes profusely with sweat, and looked at the fire pit in the middle of the room, panting heavily, when suddenly a black shadow rolled over, and a deep and gentle voice rang in his ears: "Have a nightmare?"

A hand stretched out to wipe away the cold tears on his face: "Don't be afraid, with me here, no one can hurt you."

Qiushi hadn't fully recovered from the nightmare at this time, when he saw his dark clothes and touched his cold hands, he shrank in fright.

The monster in the dream was like this, grabbing his shoulder with its cold claws with long pointed nails, touching his face, then tearing his body apart, hitting him...

Seeing that his eyes were filled with fear, Hei Lin withdrew his hand and flicked his sleeve towards the firepit. Immediately, the extinguished sparks blazed up, illuminating and warming the entire stone house.

Qiu Shi gradually came to his senses, grabbed Hei Lin's sleeve, begged with his small face up, "Master Patriarch, teach me spells!"

He wants revenge, he wants to kill the Qin family, he wants to kill the monster at the bottom of the pond.

Hei Lin stretched out his hand to touch his long eyelashes that fluttered like butterfly wings, and comforted him softly: "What did you dream about? The enemy who hurt your face?"

Qiu Shi gently shook his head: not only her, but many others.

Hei Lin asked again: "Do you want to practice?"

Qiushi nodded quickly.

"Okay!" Hei Lin pulled him up, and sat cross-legged on the stone bed one after the other: "Close your eyes, and let your spiritual sense penetrate into your dantian..."