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The water on the eaves drips intermittently.

The cold air that belongs to the spring rain has not yet dissipated, but there is a vigorous fresh smell flowing in the air.

Nezha sat under the porch and looked at the magnolia flowers falling all over the ground.

"I remember—"

He said.

The tone was flat, as if talking about a very ordinary thing, but the whole person exuded an air of loneliness.

"Now, I seem to understand a little. Why did my father never like me, why did my mother get angry with me. ”

The little one shrunk into a ball, and his expression was a little tearful.

He has always been proud and refuses to bow his head, and when he finally arrives when he is willing to bow his head, he finds that the person who has been watching him is no longer there.

Since that big war, everything has changed.

He removed the scourge and dragged it down to the beach for all to see. It was meant to show off and reassure, but he didn't expect the result to be much beyond his expectations.

It was a dragon-like monster with two strange hard horns on its head and two whiskers hanging down its head.

But someone in the crowd shouted in horror: "This is the legendary dragon! It is a god! He killed a god! Killing a god will be punished by heaven! Once the god is angry, we will not have a good life!"

Little by little, panic spread, followed by unanimous disgusted looks. Fear of the future and hostility to the perpetrators of the godslayer mingled in disgust, neat and cold.

Nezha's excited heart cooled down little by little.

Someone threw stones, shells, sand at Nezha - everything that could be found at hand.

Xiao Luo stopped in front of Nezha and cried: "He saved me! He saved me! We don't have to marry a daughter anymore! Isn't this bad? Why did you beat him? What was wrong with him?"

But no one listened to her.

Everyone stared at Nezha angrily, and then I don't know who raised the head, and the angry crowd knelt down in front of the third prince's body to repent.

"Forgive us, God!"

"Forgive us—"

This is a group of voices that echo it.

Nezha felt that the blood on his body was about to freeze, and the damp and salty sea breeze blew, bringing a shivering chill.

He turned around and left, but he might as well be stopped by Xiao Luo.

"Thank you for saving me. I have nothing precious to repay you by giving you this bead. ”

A tiny bead of luster was stuffed into Nezha's palm, like a small beam of white moonlight.

A slight warmth passed from the palm of that hand. Nezha raised his head and looked at Xiaoluo's sincere gaze with a smile: "This can protect yourself." You take it. ”

Nezha returned home, but Yin Shi Niang was gone.

Yin Shi Niang went out to look for him as early as when he left angrily.

Li Jing was angry again when he saw him: "Little beast, do you still know to come back?"

The answer to him was Nezha's ignorance.

"Rebel, what kind of attitude do you have?"

Seeing that Nezha dared to do this to himself, Li Jing's anger quickly turned into a soaring anger. He stopped Nezha and asked.

"Good dogs don't get in the way, you get out of the way. I'm going to my mother. ”

Nezha frowned.

"Evil obstacles, do you have the ability to say it again?"

Li Jing's face sank when he heard this, and he pulled out the sword at his waist and asked coldly.

"Hmph, do you think that if you have a sword, I'm afraid you won't succeed? With your martial arts, you may not be able to beat me!"

Nezha watched with contempt as Li Jing drew his sword at him for the third time, and finally couldn't help but shake out the voice that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.

Li Jing was agitated, and without saying a word, he would cut it when he drew his sword!

Little brute, you have the ability! I, Li Jing, can't beat you hairy boy in the first pass!

The anger in his heart was transformed into his hand, which was a slash faster than usual.

Nezha went around three times and five times, seized the opportunity, and as soon as Chaotian Aya came out, he wrapped the menacing sword.

"I just said you can't beat me-"

Nezha threw his sword aside and said disdainfully.

was suddenly confiscated from the sword, Li Jing's liver fire rose, and when he encountered Nezha's verbal provocation, how could he endure it, and he came forward to beat him with his bare hands.

Although Nezha was dissatisfied with Li Jing, he didn't dare to make a heavy hand, so after dodging a few punches, he ran away. The angry Li Jing jumped behind him and scolded the little beast.

Yin Shi Niang didn't find it, but Nezha felt very tired, so she found a tree to lean on, but she didn't think about it, and fell asleep all of a sudden.

In the dream, Xiaoluo shouted in a shrill voice: "Nezha-goo-doo-goo-"

Before she could finish speaking, her throat was poured into her throat by a sudden rush of water, and she struggled to raise her face, but in an instant she sank again.

Look at that lip shape, it looks like two words.

Nezha woke up suddenly.

The unfinished words were automatically understood by Nezha as - help.

The small snail is difficult.

Nezha ran towards Pearl Town, but saw that it had become an ocean.

You can't see the house, you can't see the street, you can't see the beach.

The little snail is gone.

Nezha's heart suddenly became cold.

When he was sad, he saw a big green turtle swimming towards him.

That's Xiaoluo's brother, Nezha knows.

It was he who woke up the fainted self and brought himself into the palace of the third prince.

He screamed and kept pushing Nezha far away. Nezha didn't understand what he meant, but left it to him.

Brother Xiaoluo was in a hurry, and he pushed harder.

"Do you know where the snail is?" asked Nezha.

Brother Xiaoluo shook his head, screamed non-stop, and patted his chest with his webbed paws, his eyes were red.

"I'm sorry, I was the one who caused it. ”

Brother Xiaoluo shook his head more violently, then pointed to the sky, and pushed Nezha forward with an unquestionable attitude.

The sky was covered with inky dark clouds, and from time to time there were flashes of light wandering and shuttling among the dark clouds that covered the sky.

Nezha looked at the surging dark clouds and was silent: Is there really a god?

Brother Xiaoluo saw that Nezha did not move, and suddenly became anxious, and disappeared into the water, and after a while, he found a broken branch with lush branches and swam towards Nezha.

The wet branches covered their heads, and Nezha broke off the branches and leaves and got out of the gaps between the branches, spit out a mouthful of turbid water, and gasped: "What are you doing?!"

What answered him was another wet branch.

This time, Nezha threw out the Chaotian Aya in time, rolled up the branch, and threw it into the distance.

Even so, the trails of water raised by the branches still crackled like a summer shower and fell all over his face.

A burst of coldness penetrated from his back into his heart, and Nezha glared at Brother Xiaoluo angrily, only to find that his face covered with dark green scales was covered with red blood, and a pair of small eyes huddled together were full of pleading and anxiety.

"You mean, let me run away?"

Nezha connected the pushing action, the covered branches, and the pair of eyes in front of him that seemed to have a thousand words, and reasoned.

Brother Xiaoluo hurriedly nodded.

At this moment, a mighty shout resounded through the clouds, and a huge dragon head hung down from the gap in the dark clouds.

The tiger's mighty dragon eyes turned a few times and stared at the place where Nezha was.

"Nezha Xiao'er, take your life!"

With that, a water dragon roared down from the sky.