"Wendao, did you have a nightmare?"

An empty female voice sounded beside her, and Wen Dao subconsciously turned her head to look. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Baixia Palace, which orbits the stellar ring, is under the constant light of the stellar jade all year round, so it stands to reason that there should be no difference between day and night. However, taking into account the daily habits of most retainers, the builders kept a daylight system to simulate the day-night cycle at the beginning of the design. In addition to satisfying the daily needs of the retainers, the alternating light of day and night can also make the interior environment of the palace more varied, and at the same time, it is also of great value to suppress the vigorous reproduction of plant communities in the palace.

When Wendao woke up, the old wall clock on the wall pointed to about 1:3 a.m. At this time, it was very late at night in Baixia Palace, and the night outside the window was falling, and a few points of starlight were shining and dancing in the deep blue night. If it weren't for the rosy nebula that hung high in the northern sky, Wen Dao would have almost thought that he was still in that leaky boarding house on Earth.

Wen Dao's focused hazy vision moved from the rose starry sky outside the window to the dim living room indoors, and when he saw the figure swaying beside the bed, he was instantly frightened and flew up.

"Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Your Highness!"

That beautiful woman with black hair and blue eyes, who is not the Baixia Imperial Lord?

The remaining thin sleepiness dissipated in an instant like a shadow under the scorching sun, and Wen Dao subconsciously wanted to jump out of bed, but Long Ji gently stretched out his hand, and a soft force pressed him back.

"Your spirit hasn't recovered yet, so it's better not to move. Ryuji spoke softly,

"But Your Highness......" beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on Wen Dao's forehead.

The dragon clan is the eldest son of Bodhi, and the dragon queen is the lord of Baixia, even if you look at Suo Pohai, it can be regarded as a highly respected existence. Such an existence inexplicably appeared in the private room of a certain retainer, and it was such an intimate distance - even if Wen Dao wanted to break his head, he didn't know what was going on, but the only thing that was certain was that if this scene was seen by a certain deacon, then what awaited him was the end of being stuffed into a neutron torpedo and launched into the star.

"Don't worry, I'm resting in the dormitory, and what appears here is the 'Missing Body'. A steady smile appeared on the corner of Long Ji's mouth, as if she was comforted by seeing through Wen Dao's shaking.

"Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts?"

Wen Dao froze, only to notice that the figure of Long Ji in front of him seemed quite faint compared to the white sun, like a shadow projected in the void. The so-called "Mind Body" refers to the immaterial body composed of spiritual power, right? However, the warm atmosphere emanating from the mind body cannot be simulated by any projection equipment.

Looking up at Long Ji, who was missing her body, Wen Dao's throat squirmed, and she asked with difficulty.

"But why is Your Highness here?"

"I'm a little worried when I heard that your soul was hurt by the Spear of Tyrant, so I'm going to take a look. Long Ji said softly, and the color of compassion and love appeared in her blue eyes. "The aura of the Shura contained in the spear of hegemony will erode the minds of mortals. It must be removed early. ”

"Invasion, erosion of the mind?" Wen Dao shuddered as he heard this.

The Shura and the Dragons are listed as the overlords of the Astral Realm, and the Spear of the Evil is a natural skill of the Shura Clan. The spear of hegemony that shot into the imperial base obviously suppressed the power, but Rao was so, and the aura of Shura contained in the stone spear also brought damage to Wen Dao's soul, and after that, Wen Tao was often awakened by the stone spear in his dreams, which was a manifestation of the erosion of his mind. If the corrosive aura is not removed as soon as possible, and allowed to develop, the corrupted person will eventually go berserk and die.

"How do you pull it out?" Wen Dao asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, that's what I'm here for. ”

Long Ji smiled slightly, reached out and pressed it on Wen Dao's chest, allowing him to relax and lie flat on the sofa. When Wen Dao relaxed his body, he saw Long Ji's longing body floating, the white jade hand caressing his cheek, and his forehead touching his forehead.

At a distance, Wen Dao was able to witness Long Ji's near-flawless beauty.

Lotus blossoms flashed in those compassionate blue eyes, and the golden-colored phosgene diffused to wrap the rice around. Accompanied by a sense of security like being in a mother's womb, a luxurious atmosphere from Bodhi soaked Wendao's body and mind. In that gradually trance-like consciousness, there was a slow and ethereal voice in my ears.

"It's hard to fight the poachers, so rest well......"

In the primeval mythology of the astral race, the great goddess Bodhi is the creator god of the sea of sampa, and all sentient beings are born from the splendor of the source by Bodhi. Among all living beings, the dragon clan is the eldest son of Bodhi, and he has the most luxurious aura closest to the source. Some scholars assert that the rich atmosphere can theoretically heal any physical and spiritual wounds, but unfortunately few people have the opportunity to verify this.

Wen Dao became one of the lucky few people who received the baptism of Hua Qi, soaked in the breath of the dragon queen, and the fatigue and trauma left behind in the body and mind disappeared after a good night's sleep. When he opened his eyes the next day, Wen Dao only felt refreshed, light and light, and the feeling of being so energetic that he seemed to be about to flutter his wings and fly was comparable only when he received his first salary from a courier company.

Although the courier company was sued in court two days later for the leakage of smuggled chemical poisons, and finally lost all of its money, this did not affect Wen Dao's comfortable mood at the moment. At this time, there was a meow next to him, and the Miya who was pulling in the corner of the living room sent an early morning greeting to the owner.

"Miya, good morning!"

Greeting Miya in response, Wen Dao jumped up from the sofa and excitedly flipped several heels in a row, stopping at the window near the balcony without panting. At this moment, the outside of Suzaku Liao was filled with bright daylight, and looking at the flocks of colorful birds wandering under the blue sky, Wen Dao couldn't help but think back to last night's scene, and suddenly felt as if he was dreaming.

(No, it's a real dream...... ）

How noble is the status of Bodhi's eldest son, the Imperial Lord of Baixia, how could he be so favored by a district probationary deacon?Wen Tao wondered if he had dreamed last night, but soon found evidence to disprove this suspicion.

(Huh, there is something in your pocket...... ）

Wen Dao took his hand out of his pocket, and a six-diamond-shaped object appeared in his palm. The object was about the size of a business card, the surface was as warm as jade, the texture seemed to be extremely hard, but it was different from any metal, and there was a wonderful warmth in the hand that went straight to the bottom of the heart, as if alive.

"Dragons, dragon scales?"

Wen Dao blinked several times. Although he had never seen dragon scales, the white jade piece in his hand was no different from the dragon queen in terms of color and breath, and there would be no second explanation other than "dragon scales".

(Why, why did you give me this...... ）

Wen Dao trembled and looked at the dragon scales in his hand that still had body temperature. Of course, you know with your knees who gave it from, but you don't know why the Yiren gave him such a valuable gift. At least in all the literature that Wen Tao has read about the astral hegemony, it has never been mentioned that the dragon clan has the habit of giving dragon scales to others.

Is it a reward for poachers?

Or is it the material needed to heal the soul?

Or do you want him to wear it as a talisman?

There is no way to figure out the mind of the lord, Wen Dao holds the dragon scales and doesn't know what to do. After wandering in place for a while, Wen Dao gritted his teeth and put the dragon scales into the most intimate inner pocket, and swore that he would not show it to anyone.

However, the effect of this oath is less than half an hour.

Of course, such a fact cannot be known to Wen Dao at this moment.