The white dragon snorted coldly and said, "Oh, aren't you a disciple of Lingshan?" Ding Wudao: "I used to be the most unsuccessful disciple of Lingshan, so I can't see such a distinguished guest as an envoy." The white dragon looked at Ding Wu, Han Yiming stared at the white dragon as long as he didn't see the white dragon looking at him, and suddenly saw two cold stars flashing in its eyes, and was about to remind Ding Wu to be careful, only to see that Ding Wu had been shrouded in a piece of ice-like frost.

It looked Ding Wu up and down with two eyes like ice blades, Han Yiming raised his throat in his heart, and looked at his senior brother with two eyes, and Ming Yuan's sword was ready to go. saw that Ding Wu was just standing, looking at the white dragon with two peaceful eyes. After a while, the white dragon snorted and said, "You're right, you really aren't the most wise disciple in Lingshan. You don't know where it's going. Well, then tell me where it goes!" When it came to the last sentence, its eyes were already looking at Han Yiming! Han Yiming was stunned, but he never retracted his gaze. What can it do if it retracts, this white dragon saw with its own eyes that it shouldn't see on the spiritual mountain, can it shrink back? If you are killed by it at a glance, you don't have to worry anymore. Dead and dead, what else can it see?

After a while, I only heard the white dragon say: "Won't you also tell me, you don't know where it goes?" Han Yiming steadied his mind and said: "Venerable Envoy Qi, I really don't know where it goes!" The white dragon said: "You have a deep friendship with it, it's extraordinary, how don't you know?" Han Yiming gritted his teeth and said: "On the orders of the Venerable, I have left Lingshan for many times, when did it leave, how would I know?" The white dragon looked at him, as if he was about to say something, but he didn't say anything, and said in an instant: " If you don't mention it, I still have to ask you, since you mentioned it, then if I ask you about it, you will never tell me that there is still a golden Jiao that can't become a dragon, and you don't know where it went?"

Han Yiming said with a "boom" in his head, Jin Jiao, this white dragon finally asked! His friendship with the late white dragon must not be hidden from the eyes of this white dragon, how can it be good? But there is an indescribable ease in his heart, Jin Jiao is still alive! They can't find her. But this could not be said, and I didn't know how to answer, so I only heard the white dragon say: "You still got its scales, so you can't say that you gave it for no reason! Don't you have a saying that 'nothing to do, you are either a traitor or a thief', if you have nothing to do, why does it give you a scale?" Han Yiming neither raised his head nor made a sound. Now that it knows so well, what can it justify? Will it listen to its own justification?

When this genuine white dragon mentioned the deceased white dragon, Han Yiming felt sad for a while, but he gritted his teeth and pretended not to care. If it knows that it is so sad, it will only make matters worse. I only heard Ding Wudao: "What the envoy said is true, but my junior brother should not know the whereabouts of the Jin Jiao you said." I don't know why my brother got a dragon scale. I think that Jin Jiao is a spiritual creature, where can my junior brother compare with it, and cling to his friends......" Before he finished speaking, the white dragon had already said coldly: "Dragon scales? Is it also called a dragon? Is it also worthy of being called a dragon?" A rumbling thunder accompanied his words came into the ears of the two.

Ding Wu stopped talking, and Han Yiming knew that it was his senior brother's "dragon scales" that angered him. I only heard the white dragon say again: "It has not become a dragon, and its scales cannot be called dragon scales." How can there be so many dragon scales in the world!" Han Yiming heard that it was so dissatisfied, and knew that it was because it became a dragon, so he looked down on the "white dragon" that did not become a dragon, and Senior Brother Ding called the scales of the late white dragon dragon scales, which made it very angry. It is called a dragon with the "white dragon" that does not become a dragon, which makes it feel unhappy. Han Yiming looked at it coldly, it was just it, and the white dragon was already "him" in his heart. No matter how it roared, Han Yiming only sneered slightly.

After a while, the white dragon said: "Well, you are really deaf and blind! There is no difference between asking you and not asking!" Han Yiming's heart sank, it was going to ask itself, or use its usual means to see everything it wanted to know from its own heart. Han Yiming was nervous, and suddenly a chill felt on his body, he didn't need to look at the white dragon, he knew that its frost-like eyes were already looking at him. The last time it looked over, it shuddered. He remembered it so clearly because this white dragon regarded him like a mustard, and used his eyes to see what Lingshan should not have seen by it, and almost killed himself. Even if the master uncle didn't say it, Han Yiming also knew that if the master uncle hadn't been on the spot and came to the rescue, he might have been killed by it.

Life is very precious to oneself, and this is the only one. Although he has missed the wedge machine that lost his life countless times, Han Yiming has been able to look at it calmly. Parents, the young man in Tsing Yi, the master, the fourth uncle, and so many senior brothers and sisters that Lingshan lost when he slayed the dragon have all disappeared like a cloud of smoke, Han Yiming already knows that there are always many accidents in life, and his life is extremely fragile. However, it is still very unpleasant to be inadvertently obliterated by this white dragon as a grass mustard. Life doesn't have to be perfect, and death doesn't have to be meaningful. But the process between life and death, the most insulting thing about this process, is to treat it as nothing, and wipe it out with a flick of your fingers!

The white dragon's gaze was like ice, and he looked at Han Yiming carefully. Han Yiming was already cold, he had already thought about it, and he completely let it go, and took care of everything by himself. The white dragon borrowed his own eyes last time and saw the place where Lingshan could not see itself, and almost killed himself because of it. At this time, if you look at it with your own eyes, there is a chance that you will not be able to live. If this white dragon wants to kill himself, let it kill, as long as Senior Brother Ding can return to Lingshan safe and sound, he will be regarded as living up to the trust of his master. Originally, even if he brought this cultivation to this white dragon, it was just as small as flying ashes, it didn't have to have the intention to kill, it just had to look at itself for a while, and it was going to die. I have this meaning in my heart, but I am more calm, I just prefer to calm my mind and wait for it to bear fruit. But this time it was strange, no matter how the white dragon looked, the situation he was worried about would not be shown in front of him! Didn't the white dragon look at the past he had experienced through his eyes? The past with the little girl, and the past with the late white dragon! Not only that, the white dragon's gaze was like a cold awl, through his flesh and skin, straight into his heart, but Han Yiming's heart was filled with a little warmth, enveloping his heart! His limbs were cold, but his heart was a little warm!

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Tomorrow is Friday again, and the week has passed. Did the end of the year go by so quickly?