The life and death of these weak groups are insignificant, and they have no impact on this prosperous and glorious imperial city at all, the lights are still bright, the singing and dancing are still noisy, and the cold and lonely and lifeless at the corner of the street are far away, and the big fish and meat of the rich and noble people are also in an unusually sharp contrast with the thin figures in the layers of frost.

Nangong Hao's soul trembled, the entire soul visible to the naked eye had withered like flowers, and the scars seemed to have returned to the days of that time, affected by the cold and freezing environment, full of sores, and all the cracks exploded, like a dried corpse standing quietly beside Fang Qianling, there was no sound at all, and it seemed that he was used to the pain that he could feel now, and he just quietly looked at the scenes of memories in front of him, which was even colder.

That child is his past, his childhood experience, that year he was only five years old, experienced countless days without a meal, experienced countless cold eyes and oppression of others, and even the ruthless plundering of other beggars, but today's mother-in-law's death is undoubtedly a heavy imprint on his heart, and that young heart is also because of the cold silence of this night, completely transformed.

At that moment, there was only one thought left in his heart......

"Why! I don't want to die, I want to live all the time, I want the people around me to live all the time! Live happily...... I don't want to die!" The child sobbed more violently, and his stunned expression revealed a little determination at this time, and he bit down the slowly stuffed black steamed bun in his mouth, mixed with the mud, and the mildew desperately swallowed towards his throat, but there were continuous hot tears in his eyes, covering the frost outside his body with a faint layer of heat.

That's it, a steamed bun, eaten for a long, long time......

And if you want to live, you have to learn to do something!

But what exactly is to be done? What can a five-year-old child do?

"The book continues from the above, last time we talked about the battle between the Demon Tianfeng Clan and the Xuanwu of the Northern Regions, today...... Let's talk about the Northern Regions Xuanwu lineage ......" The tone is melodious, and under the constant change, sometimes there is a little more urgency at a critical juncture, and sometimes it is like a child's whisper.

It was also an accident, the storyteller of the Daqing Imperial City in the restaurant undoubtedly attracted Nangong Hao's attention, looking up at the corner of the restaurant, his heart seemed to have a little more yearning, perhaps it was interested, those bizarre twists and turns of the story undoubtedly immersed Nangong Hao, he had never had such a feeling now, and he strongly wanted to learn something, and now what he thought of was what he heard in his ears, that is, the storytelling he heard now......

Time passed, relying on the life of running around in the imperial city, relying on the eloquence that continued to learn and grow, and relying on the rich imagination of himself as a child, the words that poured every day became a necessary skill for Nangong Hao to eat well. From being unattended, it is now basically overcrowded, just an alley, surrounded by all kinds of spectators, including some beggars who have had a few encounters before......

Life went on like this, and one day after that, a sudden aristocratic girl seemed to come specifically for him, and because this young storyteller attracted the attention of many people in the imperial city, many children in the central palace wanted to come and see this rising young storyteller, and this girl was one of them, so they wanted to hear all kinds of legends about the outside world every day.

And after this day, this girl will come every day, and every time she will bring all kinds of things to Nangong Hao, play with her, and listen to all kinds of strange things that Nangong Hao has heard or made up by herself.

After a long time, until Wang Tianqi's arrival on that day, after Nangong Haoshun took Wang Tianqi's spirit refining book, he seemed to have a new goal, a target that he had been yearning for but had no way to get in touch with it.

That's ...... Refining Spirits!

The picture was reversed, and as the child followed Wang Tianqi away, the picture in front of Nangong Hao's eyes also came to an abrupt end, and he couldn't see any more pictures, recovering the extremely weird and yellow river, coming from the edge of the sky and going into the distance.

An unprecedented sense of exhaustion completely surged up at this time, and it seemed that with the child's departing figure, his original vague consciousness gradually dissipated at this time, and his body became farther and farther away, but he was getting closer and closer to the Yellow River, and he could already see the strange paper figures beckoning to him, with different expressions.

And at this time, Nangong Hao's body has completely changed, his hair is falling out, his teeth are falling out, and even his skin is falling off little by little, revealing a pitch black, thin body like cicada wings is gradually replacing it, and it is changing towards the appearance of the paper man, without any struggle, completely obeying the current situation, no longer resisting.

But at the moment when his consciousness was about to completely dissipate, a roar shook the heavens and the earth, like a thunderbolt of the Heavenly God, and the loud sound was monstrous, and it suddenly exploded in Nangong Hao's mind.

Nangong Hao's eyes that had been closed opened suddenly, and those dissipated consciousnesses also completely returned at this time, like a nightmare waking up, when he opened his eyes again, his rapid breathing was very heavy, and Nangong Hao's eyes were full of horror, and he finally found that the surroundings had returned to their proper appearance, and the confrontation between Fang Qianling and Chuan Enhao was still the same, and he was still under the control of Fang Qianling, slightly lucky.

After all, he fully understands the situation just now, which really shows that his previous fate is hanging by a thread, once he turns into a paper man and steps into the Yellow River, he is afraid that there is really no turning back, and he will not be able to wake up!

But now in front of him was a fist-sized cluster of silver-white light, from which the roar that had awakened him earlier had come from.

This ball of light ...... It is the bloodline of the Dragon King fused in his soul.

This refining process, Fang Qianling and Chuan Enhao also witnessed it with their own eyes, and somehow, Nangong Hao started refining independently, without any more competition for Chuan Enhao, and then used any crazy means, everything seemed to fall into place, and it was all carried out according to Chuan Enhao's wishes.

Although I don't know what the reason is in the process, the result is still good......

After all, the current dragon bloodline has been completely refined!