Bai Long was a little surprised, looked at him, and said: "Well, thank you for thinking about us! I set up an enchantment, so no one can see here, Qinglong has been led away by me, you don't have to worry! It seems that we do have a fate, you always feel some déjà vu, but you can't say the emotions, maybe this can be called fate." Han Yiming was surprised for a moment, and suddenly remembered that he had always been close to Xiao Liang in the past, and it was hard to say that he was inadvertently contaminated with its breath. Because of the breath of a little obedient, it is inevitable that the white dragon will look at him familiarly.

They were not in a hurry to leave, but Han Yiming became worried, looking around, there were still shadows of trees, and there seemed to be no sound outside the woods, not only did they not have their own comrades, but also there were no fellow people who came to chase and kill the white dragon. But he was still a little uneasy, looked out, and said, "You guys go quickly, go as far as possible, and don't be seen again!" Bai Long smiled slightly: "You let me go?" Han Yiming hurriedly said: "There are so many people outside, where are you their opponents, if you are caught by them, but ......" The latter words, he didn't dare to continue.

Bai Long suddenly frowned, looked at him, and said, "What's wrong with your chest?" Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, Bai Long stretched out his hand, he had an outstanding appearance, his demeanor was beautiful, and even the fingers that stretched out were slender and perfect, and he lightly nodded a little in the air. Han Yiming only felt a sharp pain in his chest, his eyes were black in pain, and he let out an "ah" and fell to the ground. At this moment, the pain in the vertebral heart turned out from the bottom of the heart, and swept through the whole body in a moment, and the pain surged like a tide, surging from the heart to the whole body.

He curled up in pain, his hands clutched tightly around his chest, and even his legs curled up and rolled on the ground. It took a while for the pain to subside. This burst of pain seemed to have boiled up all his strength, and after the pain, his head was covered with sweat, his whole body was weak, and he couldn't even move. Bai Long said: "How can you let people hurt like this?" Han Yiming struggled to stand up and said, "It's Maha Li." Bai Long frowned: "Mahari Maha, what is it?" Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and he didn't know where to start, but he didn't know it, so he didn't say it.

Bai Long glanced at him and said, "This is the second time we've met, and I hope you don't talk about it." Han Yiming shook his head: "I will never say it!" Bai Long smiled slightly: "I know you won't say it, but I still want you to make a promise." Well, if you don't say anything, you've already helped us as a couple. I'll give you something as a thank you gift!" he stretched out his hand, flicked his fingers, and handed an object to Han Yiming.

Han Yiming covered his chest with one hand and looked at his hand fixedly, it was a white jade piece like ice and jade, about an inch in size, with a slight white light. At this time, the sun has been slanting to the west, the darkness in the woods, this small piece of jade emits a bright white light, very beautiful, when you look at it, it looks like jade and not jade, and then carefully distinguish, you can't tell what it is. The white dragon clamped the thing between two fingers, and with a slight wave of the other finger, Han Yiming only felt the cool breeze blowing in his chest, looked down, and his eyes widened in shock.

The placket of his clothes was uncovered, and the skin on his heart was no longer similar to the skin of other places, and had turned gray. And the gray skin was covered with dry cracks, criss-crossing cracks like spider webs, spreading from the center to the surroundings, and the more outward, the more sparse the lines became, and this skin was about a foot long and wide, covering his heart. Han Yiming took a closer look at it at this time, and couldn't help but be startled.

On that day, the claws of the Hali Maha were inserted into his heart, and he was stopped by the Phaseless Treasure Mirror, but when the Pingbo Dao people blew with a strong wind, he was also in pain. Later, although it was not turned into dust, it was also known that it was injured by the hands of Mahari Maha. After that, he didn't have time to care about the injury, perhaps because he was afraid in his heart, he didn't dare to take care of it, and he vaguely passed it, and he didn't even mention it to his fellow disciples. At this time, Bai Long pointed at it, and the heart-rending pain caught him off guard. Bai Long glanced at it, shook his head, and said, "What is Maha Puriya?

Han Yiming suddenly remembered that the second master had said that each has a sky, and there are gods and spirits on all sides, and they do not cross the boundary with each other. Therefore, it is normal for the white dragon to not know what the Maha is about. Then he said: "The ...... of another heaven and earth" and "demon" are stuck in his throat, and he really can't bear to use these two words to say Moro, after listening to the three legends that the second master said. Moreover, he also saw Moro lying at the foot of the Great Freedom Heaven, and since then he has been trampled by the Great Freedom Heaven, tormented by ice and fire, and washed away his sins. So he was no longer a demon.

Bai Long didn't care what he thought, just nodded, looked at the scar on his chest, shook his head, and picked up the small white jade piece with two fingers, and gently stroked it. His fingers seemed to be indestructible, and with a slight flick, the small disc doubled in size. Han Yiming's eyes widened, and he watched as the small jade piece changed from two inches square to half the size of his palm at his fingertips. It was originally like ice and jade, but after it became larger, it was faintly translucent, but it was still shiny.

He looked at Bai Long blankly, and Bai Long said lightly: "I may not have the opportunity to become a Chan again, so I don't know how to treat your injury." But if I become a dragon, I'm afraid I won't take these things to heart!" As soon as he said it, Han Yiming immediately realized that the other white dragon, which was the real white dragon, was indifferent to his slight life. It's really called "it", cold as ice, looking at all things, and itself is only one of all things. And this white dragon without Jackie Chan really moved Han Yiming's heart, high up, but with the world, the white dragon is closer to the spiritual object in his heart.

With a flick of the white dragon's fingers, the jade piece flew to Han Yiming's chest, submerged into his skin, and covered the blue-gray patch. The jade piece was not large, and as soon as it touched his skin, it merged with his skin. Han Yiming only felt a chill in his chest, but it was not a coolness that was cold to the bone marrow, but a cool, extremely moist coolness, very comfortable. The scales fused with his skin, and silver light flowed out around him, like a thin stream, winding out, covering the criss-crossing cracks in a moment. Bai Long said: "Your injuries are very poisonous, and I don't know how to help." In the long run, it will definitely be unfavorable to you, and I will give you a scale, at least to stop the wind and rain. It's hard to say that after a long time, maybe I can heal this wound!"

Han Yiming was startled, it was easy, and the white dragon gave him a piece of the dragon scales, he often heard the people talking about dividing up the white dragon, which also mentioned the dragon scales, but they said it well, but they didn't know what the dragon scales were for, but they also knew that the dragon scales were excellent things, and there must be spiritual power attached to them-

If you want to know what happened next, see the next chapter breakdown. The weather is going to get cold again, friends should remember to pack more clothes, and the body is important.