Just as he was waiting anxiously, he suddenly saw a silver light flash on the surface of the lake, and a golden pupil appeared on the surface of the water, and then two small, glittering dragon horns broke through the water surface and revealed it. The little dragon's head poked out of the lake, followed by its long, beautiful whiskers. The two long whiskers were upturned, and the slender neck flashed with silver and gold luster, and Han Yiming lowered his head unconsciously.

Xiao Liang raised up and looked up, then lowered his eyes and looked at Han Yiming: "Okay, you go back." Don't come again, I don't want to see you again. Its tone was flat, without anger or anger, but there was an aura that suffocated Han Yiming. Han Yiming couldn't help but be stunned, not knowing where he had offended it. But seeing that its round eyes like copper bells had turned into the shape of water chestnuts, he was quite angry, and a wave of anger rushed towards him, and he was unconsciously frightened, and stuttered: "I, I," but he couldn't continue.

There are many kinds of fear, and when Mr. and Mrs. Han died, Han Yiming was hated and afraid. Jiang Yuzi and his party made him shocked, angry, angry and afraid. In the face of all the teachers, it is from the heart of awe. Although Han Yiming knew that the masters didn't want him to be in awe, he had such thoughts. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that the masters know how to spell, he used to be surrounded by farmers and farmers, simple and simple, and no one understands these dazzling and jaw-dropping spells. Therefore, even if he looked at Bai Sakura's pleasing spell without the slightest smell of fireworks, he was still a little scared in his heart while sighing. But at this time, in the face of the little girl, it was afraid for no reason, its golden light and the dragon head that was not angry and arrogant made Han Yiming involuntarily want to retreat, not daring to look at it head-on.

The little girl's golden eyes were cold, not at him, but at the distance, and said, "In the future, you should let Ding Wu come." I thought you had a little bit of him in you, and you might be a little bit like him. But today, you don't look like him at all. "Although it has appeared as a dragon, its voice is still that of a child. Han Yiming said: "Yes, I am not as good as Senior Brother Ding. The little girl said coldly: "I didn't mean Ding Wu. I'm talking about him. It's Ding Wu, and it's far stronger than you. Neither he nor Ding Wu will become another person because of my head. ”

Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and said obediently: "He doesn't despise me because I was a fish head that day, but you alienated me because I was the head of the dragon, is my head really so heavy?" It has always spoken in front of Han Yiming in a child's tone, and Han Yiming also treats it as a child. But when it spoke, it was not childish at all. Five hundred years, after all, is not empty.

Han Yiming was ashamed in his heart, and said secretly: "Yes, the little guy is still the little guy, it's just that he has changed his appearance." It is the same as the white-headed appearance of the master uncle, and I respect the master uncle as before, but because it has changed its skin and changed its closeness, because of the skin and the two ways are opposite, it is really not as kind as Senior Brother Ding. Raising his head and looking at the dragon's head, he suddenly remembered that he had felt that it had been very lonely for hundreds of years, and that he wanted to be with it more. But today he was deterred by its faucet, it was really wrong, and he sighed and said: "Little girl, can I still call you little girl?"

The little girl's golden eyes were still looking into the distance, and Han Yiming said, "I still want to call you a little girl, or I want to throw pieces of meat to feed you." It's right for me to be wrong, so don't be angry. Suddenly, a drop of water fell on his body, and a large piece of his body was wet. Han Yiming stretched out his hand and gently stroked the head of the little girl, and said, "Are you the way you were before or the way you are now, you are all a little girl." Reach out and toss the piece of meat and feed it.

The piece of meat fell to the ground, and the little boy turned a blind eye, not even looking at the food that he had loved so much. Han Yiming's eyes flickered, the little boy seemed to move, the dragon head and dragon body disappeared together, and a little child covered in golden scales appeared in front of him. The children's faces, foreheads, and eyes are covered with scales, and the scales on the body are thicker, and the scales on the neck and face are smaller. Han Yiming exclaimed: "Little good." The little girl's golden eyes looked at him, and at this time, its eyes were much sharper than Qin Wufang's, and Han Yiming couldn't help but avoid its gaze again. But it seemed that no matter how he avoided it, the little girl's face seemed to be reflected in the bottom of his heart, and as his eyes turned, that face always appeared in front of him.

It was a very beautiful little child's face, and the face covered in scales was not terrible. It seems that those scales are extremely beautiful makeup on his face, and Han Yiming has never seen such a beautiful child. The little girl looked at him for a while and said, "You really look a little like him, it's just like him, you are not him after all." After saying this, it sank into the lake, and the water turned black, and there was no sign of it, and it no longer appeared. Han Yiming stood by the lake and waited for a long time, but he didn't see it float up, only the waves rose from the center of the lake and spread to the shore. Han Yiming had no choice but to open the lotus leaf bag, put it by the lake, and turned back.

In the meditation courtyard, the senior brothers have had lunch and are chatting in the courtyard. When they saw him come in, they all greeted him. Han Yiming returned to the house after the cold noise with them, but there was no trace of Gu Qingquan. There was a tray on the table, with two bowls of rice and two dishes in it, which I thought were my own. He didn't eat either, but picked up the teacup first, and ran to the back of the courtyard. After watering the jasper bamboo, he felt hungry and went back to the house.

He didn't even have breakfast today, he was unhappy and had no appetite, but Ding Wu's skillful cooking made ordinary meals extremely sweet, so he ate two chopsticks, and he was already devouring, and he had finished a bowl of rice in a blink of an eye. Putting down the empty bowl in his hand, he picked up another bowl of rice, and was about to put down the bowl when a burst of talking came from the courtyard. It is not surprising that there is a senior brother talking in the courtyard, he eats so much that he doesn't care about the things around him. At this time, I was half-full, and I didn't hear the sound coming from the window as well as Shicai.

I only heard one senior brother say, "Sure enough, the master really doesn't want him to practice?" and the other said, "Really." You see, he has been on the mountain for the past few days, and on which day has he really practiced with us? Didn't we all start practicing on the day we went up the mountain? I was always afraid that my comprehension would be too low, and I tried to improve my comprehension by all means. He's good, running around the mountains all day long, and I heard that he often goes to the Phantom Mirror Lake in a daze. Although he is already our junior disciple at this time, do you see what serious things he has done? Have you never seen it? That's it, the masters must have their intentions in not letting him practice with us. I've heard ......" and his voice lowered.