The day of fortune-telling for the dragon

After Xuanlong came back, he kept holding Hua Jue and refused to move. Hua Jue half pushed and half pulled him into the inner room, closed the door with his feet, and fell into the bed with Xuanlong.Hua Jue was dizzy and weak, while Xuan Long fell asleep directly.

Mr. Hua began to worry again.He pressed a piece of Coptis chinensis under the base of his tongue, the bitterness made him tremble all over.After a while, he regained consciousness, pulled himself together to undress Xuanlong, and scrubbed the wound.Xuanlong's blood stained three basins of water red, and Huajue ran inside and out many times. When washing the silk handkerchief, his hands were soaked in the ice water from cold to hot, and then from hot to cold.

"Big brother, did you go out to fight? That's what it means to laugh at the wind, isn't it? Did you go out to explore?" Hua Jue muttered, setting up a small stove in the room, heating pot after pot water.Hua Dabao circled around him, as if hesitating who to lick. Finally, it licked Hua Jue's fingers, jumped onto the bed, and licked Xuanlong's cheek.

Hua Jue didn't dare to call him Old Mister.The wounds on Xuanlong's body doubled again, which has exceeded the limit that ordinary people can bear. The gods and demons are healing these new wounds beyond the repair ability of ordinary people. In some places, the blood has not dried up, and new flesh has grown. .If the old man were to see it, he would definitely find these anomalies, and he would inevitably question Xuanlong's identity.

Fortunately, Hua Jue has been sick since he was a child, and he knows more about the basic methods of seeing a doctor than others. He showed Xuanlong his pulse, treated his new and old injuries, and covered up all the places that could be covered up.In the middle of the journey, he found that Xuanlong's right wrist was out of position again, lying softly on one side, as if dislocated.After thinking for a while, he stuffed a piece of mung bean cake into Xuanlong's mouth, and then twisted and twisted it with his hands, and he joined the bones of his hand.

Xuanlong couldn't bite the piece of cake, and he didn't respond that the pain was unbearable.Hua Jue had no choice but to take down the mung bean cake and put it aside, moved a stool and sat down beside him, resting her chin and looking at him.He was so tired that even a piece of Huang Lian couldn't calm down his rising sleepiness, and he didn't bother to pay attention to other things right now.When he was drowsy, a cold thing in his sleeve touched his arm, making him awake for a moment.

...It was the phoenix tear that Taoist Ruyi gave him.

He took it out and looked at it.It was a small dark red bead, crystal clear, exuding a dim light, and there was a trace of black ink-like trace in the middle of the bead.Holding Hua Jue in his hand, he could feel the bitter and cold aura inside. This aura was completely incompatible with the newborn power of Phoenix Tears, as if it was forcibly sealed in by someone.It must have taken a lot of thought to seal this kind of supreme holy object with heart-inducing poison.

Hua Jue was thinking endlessly, and suddenly she was refreshed: Since someone can seal the poison in, can he also take out the poison inside?

As long as this thing is extracted purely, it must still be effective for Xuanlong, right?

Who is he, Hua Jue, Jiangling's fortune teller, and he still has a judge's pen in his hand that is said to write whatever he wants... As long as he has the heart, Xuanlong's condition may not be a dead end.

Thinking of this, Hua Jue saw some hope, and the haze that had accumulated in her heart for the past few days suddenly dissipated.He wanted to try it right away, but the fatigue of the whole night pressed him firmly on the chair, holding the drop of phoenix tears, he fell asleep uncontrollably, and buried his head beside Xuanlong's pillow.

At night, the man lying on the bed opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was Hua Jue's head, there was a Xuan'er on top of it, with a bunch of straight hair sticking up, a bit silly.Hua Jue was wearing a piece of clothing, someone had turned on the fire in the room, and there were a few needle boxes beside the table, which should have been left behind by the old doctor.

He wanted to get up, but found that Hua Jue was lying on his stomach with one arm pressed against him, and he was in a deep sleep. If he pulled out his hand, this guy would definitely be woken up by him.Looking at him, a gentle smile appeared on Xuanlong's lips, and he stopped moving, letting him lie on his stomach.A gust of wind blew outside the window, making the leaves in the courtyard rattle, Hua Jue moved in her sleep, changed her position, slipped one hand out of the quilt, Xuanlong grabbed his hand back in time, and stuffed it Back in the warm quilt.

...Only this time, Xuanlong felt what the person in front of him was holding in his hand, and the aura of the dark tide was very familiar. Xuanlong himself had an identical object, which he bought from Wumei with his emerald eyes.

He lowered his eyes, and saw the phoenix tears in his palm, glowing with dark red light.There was a bit of dark green color in that ray of brilliance, and Xuanlong could tell at a glance that it was a deadly poison, a heart-inducing poison specially brewed to kill dragons.Few people know that the whole body of a dragon can regenerate, but a heart is the door of death, and the dragon heart is hidden inside the huge body, and dragons will not easily hand over this handle to others.

Few know...but one class does.They traveled across mountains and rivers to listen to legends, traveled under the stars and the moon, and after consulting the classics, they wrote down many unspeakable secrets on paper.Some of their descendants have become grass hags, some have become heads-down masters, and some have become... fortune tellers.

Why does Hua Jue have such a thing in her hand?

Xuanlong slowly suppressed his smile, silently watching the person in front of him.At the head of the bed is a small wooden table, on which are piles of books that Hua Jue brought from the shop, one of which is spread out and stays on a certain page: "San Yue mocks the wind, it's so dangerous, it's in the corner of the shape hall. ... All nine species are immortal and indestructible, but the heart is cut open, quenched with poison, and marinated for [-] days, it is the so-called heart-stimulating poison, which can kill dragons."

Xuan Long looked at Hua Jue, his eyes gradually changed.In the past, when he stayed by his side, he always had absolute calmness, but at this moment, the calmness in his eyes was shattered, just like the moon sinking into the bay, and the sea current reflected the wind and clouds just before the darkness fell. color, and will eventually be attributed to the dark color.This look never appeared when Hua Jue didn't know him, nor when Hua Jue asked him to leave.

He lives for him and doesn't mind dying for him.But he never thought that he would die directly in the hands of the other party, and this person would want him to disappear from this world forever... Just like those indifferent gods, and his never-before-seen dragon king who is said to be the dragon king Same as father.

Xuanlong was walking, unaware that his eyes had changed, a new round of blood red was slowly occupying his pupils, pressing against the suffocating dark gray.The veins on his body were bulging, his muscles were tense, and his breathing suddenly became heavy. The heavy killing intent gave birth to his pain. He instinctively avoided such a self, so he pulled out his hand suddenly, wanting to leave this place——

Until Hua Jue was awakened.

Hua Jue rubbed her eyes, and wanted to hit someone again.He just fell asleep for less than half an hour, and he was lying on the side of the bed, the left side of his body was already numb, and now he felt like he couldn't even stand up, like a stone.He worked so hard until midnight, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Xuanlong leaning against the bed, looking at him with indifference, which was obviously the culprit for waking him up.

Hua Jue stared back angrily: "What are you doing?"

At this moment, Xuanlong's consciousness was forcibly regained by his voice, and his gaze was still on Huajue's hand.Hua Jue looked down at his hand: he was holding the Phoenix tear in his palm, and he had just fallen asleep holding it like that before.

Hua Jue withdrew her hand and looked at Xuanlong staring at it, seeming a little hungry, so she quickly stuffed Phoenix Tears back into her sleeve, and told Xuanlong seriously: "This is not edible, it is poisonous, you should eat roast chicken. "

Xuanlong: "..."

Hua Jue rubbed her eyes, and after yawning, her eye circles were red, and some tears welled up from the corners of her eyes.He was really sleepy, and his attitude towards Xuanlong was not as trembling as usual. Seeing that Xuanlong woke him up and had nothing serious to do, and was still occupying the bed he wanted so much, he pushed the quilt to the side a little angrily. Pulled over and asked him, "Are you still sleeping or not? If you don't, I will sleep."

Xuanlong was pushed aside by him, saw Hua Jue crawling into the bed drowsily, and quickly nestled up and began to sleep.The little fortune-teller didn't sleep well at first, so he stretched out a hand and tugged at the corner of Xuanlong's clothes, and explained again seriously: "If you're hungry, go eat the roast chicken... There are still cold dumplings in the back kitchen, you can heat them yourself." Once it's hot... if you don't know the way, let Hua Dabao take you there." Then, as if he had finished reading his last words, he fell into a dream with confidence and boldness.

Xuanlong: "..."

At the same time, the window's hosel suddenly loosened, revealing a small gap, and a red paper man with raised eyebrows rushed in quickly.Before Xuanlong saw it clearly, he had already felt the fierce and vicious killing intent on it—he raised his right palm decisively, swung it in the air, and immediately cut the paper figurine into several blood-red snowflakes. Let it have any chance to touch Hua Jue.

The papers were scattered one after another, and one of them fell into the palm of Xuanlong's hand. He picked it up and looked at it, and there was a word "death" scrawled on it.

curse?

Xuanlong's heart suddenly tightened.

He suddenly thought of something that he had always ignored: he visited Wumei, asked him about Hua Jue's condition, went to the underworld, and learned that Hua Jue's name was not in the book of life and death. Hua Jue's life is approaching, so her life has become meager.Xuanlong's time in the world was too short, and he never thought that there might be mortals causing trouble.

He recalled the spell that the man had taught him before, and tried to use a method of tracking the breath, but found that the trace was broken in the courtyard.The rain blocked all breaths, his spells were useless, and he was a little at a loss for a while.Facing so many heavenly soldiers and ghosts, he can use his flesh and blood to fight his way out, but at this time, he is not as useful as Hua Jue himself.

He looked down at Hua Jue's face.The little fortune teller was so tired that he still grabbed the corner of his clothes with one hand and forgot to let go.Xuanlong slowly put away the scattered papers and slowly put them together.The word "death" representing the unknown and dark reappeared on the paper. Although it was unknown who it was aimed at between the two of them, Xuanlong had already thought of something else.

He turned the red paper figurine over and prepared to fold it and hide it so that Hua Jue wouldn't find it.When he turned it over, Xuanlong was stunned: there was a word on the back of the paper figurine, which was very complicated, and he didn't recognize it.

Does this have any special significance?

He was suddenly not quite sure of his thoughts again.After hesitating again and again, he stretched out his hand and shook Huajue lightly, ready to wake him up to look at the word, and then tell the truth.Hua Jue's life is at stake, if he doesn't tell him, he will know sooner or later.

Under his shaking, Hua Jue hummed and opened a pair of bloodshot eyes, looking very haggard.

Xuanlong avoided his sight unnaturally, and brought that to him: "This...you can help me to see what the word is."

After being unable to sleep for several times, Hua Jue almost cried. He looked at the word in a trance, and turned the paper man over according to Xuanlong's words. When he saw the word "death" on the back, he felt that he had become even stronger. Dazed.

Xuanlong didn't know what happened, nor did he know what that word was.He only saw Hua Jue with a dull face, threw the paper figurine aside, then jumped up and pressed him down—while pressing, he piled the quilt on Xuanlong's body, and pressed the pillow on Xuanlong's forehead At this time, Hua Jue exudes an indescribable parental atmosphere, very much like the appearance when he taught him all kinds of basic knowledge in his previous life, hating iron for being weak.

Xuanlong's heart beat a little faster for no reason.Hua Jue buried the dragon with a pillow and quilt, and threatened: "Sleep, please be good." Immediately afterwards, Xuanlong saw him throw himself into the quilt again and closed his eyes.

Because Hua Jue piled all the quilts on Xuanlong's body, he hung himself outside to cool off, fell asleep and began to crawl towards Xuanlong, finally rubbed into Xuanlong's arms, and sat still .Xuanlong was flattered for a moment, but he still looked at the paper figurine on the side of the bed in a daze, then at the person in his arms, and harassed him persistently: "Hua Jue...Hua Jue? What is that word? ? Don't sleep." His tone was a little helpless, but also a little cautious: "Go to bed later, this is very important."

Hua Jue hummed and squeezed deeper.Xuan Long stretched out his arms to hug his back, and heard the person in his arms spit out two words indistinctly.

"What?" For a moment, Xuanlong doubted his ears. "What's dead?"

"...Stupid, you mochi dragon." Hua Jue slapped him on the chest, and his mind was very unconscious: "You are as bad as Hua Dabao."

Xuanlong: "..."

It turned out that what he saw at the beginning was the reverse side, and the front side was actually the word "stupid". Combining the positive and negative sides, it was the word "stupid death".That piece of paper was thrown aside by Hua Jue, and it was put together with a note about the apron on Wumei, and it became a masterpiece.Hua Jue took a look and recognized Wumei's handwriting, she didn't take it seriously at all, she only thought that the dragon came to pester him again, and she was only thinking about meeting Duke Zhou in her dream.

Xuanlong looked at the person who was clinging tightly to his chest, and was speechless for a moment.

A city apart, the little boy in black and black robes and feathers clapped his hands contentedly after listening to the reports of the little ghosts from all walks of life: "The goal has been achieved. I finally let the dragon eat it up... I said it a long time ago, Anyone who dares to be more greedy than me, whether it is a human or a dragon, will be punished." After finishing speaking, he laughed wildly, extinguished the charcoal basin in the room, and walked out of the room very happily.