New White Snake Asking Immortals

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Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and the heart beat twice.

The thunder seemed to be on the roof of the head, the dazzling light flickered through the window paper, the hearts of everyone in the room jumped to the throat, the pupils looked overly frightened, the whites of the eyes were bloodshot, and the excessive fear led to shortness of breath, just a shadow and the knock on the door made everyone. Terrified.

The strong man shouted tremblingly.

"Who... who is knocking on the door outside..."

Be quiet for a moment.

The mystery guest outside suddenly spoke, and the voice was very good.

"The merchants of the rivers and lakes, walk the rivers and lakes, abide by the fair trade, and can sell the past."

"..."

The little boy and the four of them in the Westinghouse were a little stunned. What monster is causing trouble?

In the room, the strong man turned pale when he heard the words, his back was soaked with sweat, and the tip of his stubble chin dripped with sweat.

"Come... come..."

After speaking, he reached out his hand to open the door, but his hand trembled and stretched forward and retracted.

Seeing the white dress outside through the gap in the door panel, my fear was even greater.

Repeatedly several times, their actions frightened the four Westinghouse people. For some reason, they always felt that as long as they didn't open the door, they would be fine. Once the door was opened, the outcome would be unpredictable. Not white.

The strong man who hesitated and struggled for a long time raised his head and shook his head and took a deep breath, and suddenly he didn't tremble so much.

In an instant, I figured out a lot of things, and my fears were temporarily forgotten in my heart.

Reach out and gently push the door.

The broken door that leaked wind and rain pushed open, and suddenly there was a thunder and lightning explosion, and the ears were humming and buzzing. When the white sky disappeared, I saw the myths and legends, the taboo, the mythical beast that left countless stories, and it was also the one who left countless killings. the beast.

When I saw it with my own eyes, it felt unreal in my heart...

It is very beautiful, even more beautiful than what is written in the poems of scholars, and the pointed ears of the snow-white dragon add a strange charm, unlike the human world.

The strong man wiped the rain off his face, and his head was confused.

Longan's vertical pupils run mysterious talents.

Looking at the past and looking at the future, they are just mortals. They can easily see their fate in the past and even see generations of old people dying before their ears to teach their children and grandchildren.

His biggest secret is no longer a secret.

Through the taste of his blood and the indelible grudge with the dragon in his fate, he can identify his true identity.

The strong man swallowed and spit, and tried to stand up straight, the feeling of no secrets defeated the will that finally appeared.

The dragon girl spoke.

"The cold rain in the wilderness has not stopped. There are three umbrellas, which can protect the wind and rain, and when the past is blocked, you can also see your mind clearly. Do you want to buy an umbrella?"

"umbrella……!"

With a thud in my heart, I reconfirmed that the legend is true!

The Westinghouse four stared blankly in the room, the little boy was both scared and at a loss.

Little hand waved.

Three elaborate paper umbrellas are suspended in front of them.

The red umbrella, red as blood, is like fresh blood infiltrated into oil paper, like a raging flame, those who are not determined are prone to dizziness, and most attracting attention are reluctant to move away.

The white umbrella gives people a strange feeling of being calm and indifferent and looking at the world with cold eyes.

Gray umbrella, the umbrella paper is gray, as cool as the rain in the sky, extinguishing the crazy paranoia when I first saw the red umbrella, as if my heart was ashes...

It is rumored that this dragon had deep meaning in selling umbrellas back then.

If you don't buy an umbrella, you will lose your last chance and will surely die.

Buying an umbrella is also buying life, but every umbrella has a special meaning. If you buy the wrong one, you may die or be in despair for the rest of your life. It completely controls your destiny. , non-transaction, but also the purest transaction.

Bai Yujun said the price of the paper umbrella indifferently.

"The price of an umbrella is ten cents."

Actually ten cents...

The vicissitudes of life had a helpless smile on his face. It turned out that the persistence of several generations was only worth ten cents.

Sad, pathetic, like a joke.

The calloused palm took out ten copper coins from his pocket. The words on it were blurred for too long, and it was stained with a little oil. It may have just been taken from the butcher in the town. One hand held the copper coins, and the other With trembling hands, he reached out to get a paper umbrella.

First, he reached out to the red umbrella and pondered for a while, then moved to the white paper umbrella, and then moved to the gray paper umbrella.

I don't know if it's rain or sweat on my cheeks, I'm extremely nervous and hesitant.

suddenly.

Bai Yujun turned to look at the official road covered with weeds.

The red lips parted lightly, unable to tell the difference between indifference and indifference.

"It seems that a lot of people are alive, what? Do you want to try again and how to slay the dragon? Benlong is very curious, what is the reason for being so stubborn and stubborn?"

Hearing that the strange woman in a white dress outside the door called herself a dragon, the four Westinghouse were shocked and couldn't believe it.

The little boy thought he was very good-looking, completely beyond his imagination.

There are many people approaching on the official road in the distance, few monks, some martial arts masters, and most of them are ordinary people. See what happens after a thousand years.

"You...you know it all..."

"Of course, Benlong has a very good memory, and even descendants after countless generations can recognize it. Moreover, I heard the stories and legends you just said, you know too much, there is only one possibility, the dragon hunter. "

Boom!

Lightning illuminated the rough face of the strong man, turning pale.

The little boy and the other four were even more shocked. They didn't expect to see the legendary dragon today, but also saw the dragon hunter, or the descendant of the dragon hunter, who was buzzing more than a thousand years ago. According to historical records, the dragon hunters were all killed and injured. Unexpectedly, the remnants have continued for countless generations and are not known to outsiders.

If it weren't for the arrival of the dragon today, this secret would probably last forever. What are they doing?

Regarding doing business, Bai Yujun is very patient.

The atmosphere is cold.

The little boy shouted timidly.

"father……"

The call of his son made the strong man clear his head, he paused to choose the paper umbrella, and looked at the approaching crowd, his face looked very tired.

"The ancestors guessed that you will come back, and found the method of making the dragon-seeking plate from the secret manual. Generations of people have been guarding this desolate Jedi and waiting for you to come back. One thousand five hundred years? Or sixteen hundred years? I can't remember."

The crowd was panting, braving the cold rain, running in a hurry and steaming above their heads.

Faster or slower, some people are standing outside the inn, and behind them are scattered figures still running, with complicated eyes staring at the dragon girl~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The headed old man has a polished dragon-seeking plate in his arms. .

Some were breathing hard with weapons and flushed.

Bai Yujun remembered that he was almost killed by the Dragon Hunting Crossbow back then. It was just yesterday that he was stared at by those hateful eyes and angered and hid the hatred and anger that had been hidden for countless years!

The grace of God is like the sea, the power of God is like a prison...

Only revealing a little Huang Huanglongwei, the world is quiet!

Bang bang, everyone knelt on the ground, even if they gritted their teeth and insisted, they could not avoid kneeling on the knees.

The dark clouds gathered in the sky above, condensed a ferocious dragon head, looking down at the common people.

Although the slender body is not very high, it gives people a feeling of infinite height, and Longwei has a strong sense of oppression.

"Today this year, some things should come to an end, the fate is in your own hands, choose for yourself."

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