As soon as he stepped into the Yingzhou Enchantment, he smelled a familiar smell, and the white dragon returned. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Passing through the sea of Buddha bells and flowers in Yingzhou, it is the courtyard where Bailong and I live. There is no cold luxury in the palace of Sitan, and there is no decoration of rare treasures. It's just a bamboo forest, a few bamboo buildings, and Concubine Xiang is in tears, as if Bailong told me that the selection of materials for this bamboo building is called such a name. The bamboo body, dotted with spots, does look like a mottled splash of a few tear stains.

Before entering the yard, a smell came from the kitchen.

If you use your nose to distinguish it, you can see that this is Bailong's specialty dish.

Crucian carp in white soup.

The white dragon knows that my mouth is tricky, and he must have chosen the crucian carp in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, slaughtered it cleanly, removed the gills and scales and internal organs, and the fish body was obliquely with a few flower knives, and the blood was put cleanly, and the fish with blood would definitely have a fishy smell. This fish-killing skill, the white dragon must be a well-deserved first. Take the chives, tie them into green onion knots, soak the dried shiitake mushrooms in water, make them soft and soft, and cut them with a cross knife. A cast iron pot, the oil is heated for seven minutes, then the crucian carp is slightly fried in the pot until golden on both sides, a purple casserole, add water, accompanied by green onion knots, shiitake mushrooms, dried bamboo shoots, boil over low heat, add Shaoxing aged rice wine, and fried crucian carp, and boil slowly. Skim off the foam and bring to a boil until the soup is white. The fish body is intact, and the aroma is strong and does not disperse, so it is the best grade.

The aroma of crucian carp has a hint of plum sourness, I clap my hands happily, and Bailong also made me my favorite plum cake. It seems that Bailong is in a good mood today. I didn't want to guess the other dishes, so I flashed into the kitchen, and the white dragon's long silver hair was scattered all over his body, long to his ankles, and it seemed that in recent years, his skills had improved greatly. Divine beasts are different from immortals, and from their appearance, you can see the depth of their skills. Such as the dragon clan, is the length and clarity of the hair, the white dragon silver hair is like practice, although I am the same as the length of the white dragon's head, but there is still a lot of distance in color, after all, he is the father of the lineage, I am just a dragon egg that carries the blood of the father god. Before I knew it, I lost my mind. The white dragon was still busy in the kitchen, and the long hair on his forehead hung down, blocking his eyes. I walked behind him, pulled a silver ice ribbon from my sleeve, and tied it to him.

"Uncle, you're still like that, you have to tie your hair when you cook."

Bailong's hand moved, "Xiao Yan, why did you start calling me uncle seriously, I'm not used to it." ”

"In the past, in the world, the memory was sealed during the tribulation, and it was a helpless move to call you the sixth master, but now that I have returned to Yingzhou, I can't mess with the generations, after all...."I lowered my eyes and smiled slyly, "You old man, you are not small." ”

The white dragon rolled his eyes helplessly. "I haven't cooked this dish yet, beware that I put the overlord pepper and spicy you to death."

Smelling the aroma, I unveiled the steamer, and today the white dragon is making plum cakes, which has some characteristics. On the glutinous rice of white jade, a few dried plums lie quietly, and the aroma of wine overflows from the plum cake. The aroma of the precious wine and the aroma of the plum do not interfere with each other, and they are each outstanding, which is very pleasant.

"Xiaoyan, today is your birthday of one thousand and two hundred and two." Before Bai Long finished speaking, I gagged him with a plum cake. "Please, other people's daughter's birthday sounds much more pleasant than mine, how can my birthday be like a thousand-year-old monster."

"We Dragons ....." The white dragon wanted to speak and stopped

"Stop, I still want to be like a little girl and have a simple birthday." I picked up a plum cake.

The white dragon's expression of wanting to speak disappeared from his face, and I was completely unaware of it.

"Did you get the lantern?" The white dragon asked.

"Well, you can't even imagine that the knot lamp is in the hands of the underworld... Still, I finally got it. "I'm ready to be vague.

"So, you've seen the Underworld?" Bai Long paused and asked.

"Yes"

There was a long silence.

"Xiao Yan, after I spend my birthday with you today, I will usher in a catastrophe for me, I can't calculate the celestial phenomena, and I can't measure the bad luck, there are two sentences I want to tell you. One is about Si Tan, you are far from Si Tan, don't move other thoughts, and the other is about the successor of the dragon clan, I left you a gift, you have to be careful about it. ”

I rolled my eyes, for the white dragon, the tribulation is just Er'er, and it happens once every few hundred years. This god position is not a wilderness, anyone can do it for a long time, and if there is no growth, how to be an immortal.

"What about gifts?" I spread my hands forward, begging for it like a scoundrel.

"Dead girl" Bai Long smiled, reached out and pulled me into his arms, hugged me deeply, and the smell of his body mixed with sea water and pine incense poured into my nose, and slammed into my heart and lungs. Such a familiar taste is firmly rooted in the memory. Ever since I was a child, I was wrapped in this smell, and the white dragon began to shine on me when I was still an egg.

I really didn't expect that the gift left by the white dragon to me was actually an egg. I looked at the little creature with a dark cyan glow and fell into deep thought. When I met Bailong in Weiwei, I didn't know when he had an egg with someone else. The dragon clan is also very hypocritical, not the amorous nine-tails, not to mention the demented winged bird, the dragon clan's choice of mate, must be deeply rooted, well, is it in the years when I was just sent to the mortal world?

Of course, when I thought of this, it was already after the white dragon disappeared.