"Boom", a dull and loud thunder suddenly sounded like a hammer in the dark and inky night sky. Several giant sword lights as bright as a god swung down like a giant silver snake as thick as a mutated giant silver snake suddenly appeared in the air, and then shook and amplified. For a moment, the brightly lit neighborhood was covered in paleness.

After a while, dense rain fell from the sky and turned into a torrential downpour in an instant.

"What the hell is this weather! The Meteorological Bureau is really, didn't it say that it would rain at 10 o'clock in the evening? And I didn't say it was raining. This posture has caught up with the flood from the sky! The air that had plummeted a few degrees due to the rain made Ishihara shiver, and he hurriedly put the headphones hanging around his neck into his school bag, "Little injury, you're okay." If you can't do it, I'll take you to the hospital. ”

"It's okay, Ishihara. I'm fine. Let's hurry home! If your mother is going to worry about me later, your mother will worry about you too! Mo Xiaoxiao's pale face squeezed out a somewhat reluctant smile.

"Alright then, little injury, I'll send you back! I'll take the bag for you, slow down! Ishihara picked up the schoolbag that Mo Xiaosheng had thrown out not far from because he was knocked down just now, and then walked to Mo Xiaosheng's side.

"Are you really alright?" Looking at Mo Xiao's injured face, which was not bloodshot at all, Ishihara couldn't help but ask.

"It's really fine. Look at me, it's good, isn't it? Mo Xiaosheng stretched out his hand and wiped his face wet with rain, and a shallow smile appeared on his pale face.

"Okay, okay, I know you're okay!" Ishihara was reluctant to go on. The two of them are partners who have played since childhood, and he knows Mo Xiaoxiao's character too well.

Little injury, you really can't be fine, I'm just a friend like you, if something happens to you, I'll really, really be sad and miserable. Ishihara sighed softly and said in his heart.

"Why are you still stunned, let's go!" Mo Xiaoshu lightly touched Ishihara's arm.

"Alright. Walk! Ishihara looked up and said with a smile, then walked along the narrow alley path with Mo Xiaosheng's schoolbag in one hand and under the eaves of Mo Xiaoxian's rain with the other.

The rain intensified and hammered the ground, and the wind roared and rolled in the torrential rain.

In this way, the two were slowly covered by the night and disappeared into such a rainy night......

A few streets away from that small alley, is the most prosperous part of the city.

The rows of shops are lit up and lit up in the rain.

Blue Shore Bar.

The bar door was rudely pushed open. A burgundy-haired woman walked in with her hands in her hair, her face flushed with anger, followed by a tall, short-haired man.

"Welcome!" Welcome with a polite smile.

"Ghost weather, ghost weather, really ghost weather!" The woman pulled her hands out of her hair and grumbled loudly.

It's just that the bar is buzzing with people at this time, and the whole bar is enveloped in deafening rock music. In the center of the dance floor was a myriad of young men and women screaming and humming like madmen, and the bars were filled with noise as multicolored flashlights hit their faces from all directions. At this time, no one would hear the woman's voice at all, and even if they did, they would not come and pay attention to the conversation.

Because it was obvious that the woman's red hair was clinging to her forehead and cheeks like seaweed out of water. It looks like it's embarrassing.

"Hey, you idiot, what are you doing. Hurry up and get a hot towel for Miss Ben! The woman glared angrily at the man behind her.

"Isn't it just wet, why are you losing your temper so much, is it necessary to make it necessary to die or live?" The man couldn't help but mutter.

"What do you say? You repeat! "Feminine rage.

"I said I'll get it for you!" The man was startled, and quickly jumped out and ran towards the bar.

"I said Ruolan. You're 20 years old, why are you still so angry. You're such a woman, aren't you really worried that you won't be able to get married? At some point, a handsome and tall man with an old face but still in good spirits walked over, looked at the woman helplessly, and then handed over a cup of hot juice.

"How is that possible, Uncle Lam. I'm only 20, and I'm not in a hurry to get married. Why don't you want me so much? Do you hate me? If you hate me leaving, just go! Ruolan took the juice and poured a few sips. She did get a little thirsty.

"Do you think you, Uncle Lan, am that kind of person?" Uncle Lan couldn't help but roll his eyes at Ruolan, and then elegantly took a sip of warm fragrant coffee.

"I don't think so, but I think you say so!" Ruolan naughtily stuck out her tongue.

Ruolan, who has always been full of fiery and cold faces, would probably fall to the ground in surprise if Shijue saw her cute and playful appearance now.

"20 years old is the legal age for girls to get married!" Uncle Lan was a little helpless.

"But the law doesn't stipulate that girls must get married at the age of 20!" Ruolan said a little coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, I can't talk about you. You young people's minds are getting more and more complicated now, and I'm getting old. I can't understand you at all. You're up to you. As for me, I'm just helping you when you need help, I'm guarding this Blue Bank bar alone, and I can be regarded as having money to retire for the rest of my life! Uncle Lan took a sip of his coffee and looked around his Blue Shore bar with a smile, feeling a sense of pride.

"Uncle Lan, it also raised me and Shijue! Thank you! Ruolan was slightly stunned, then glanced at Uncle Lan with a grateful face, and whispered.

"Haha, I'm polite to you Uncle Lan. You girl, it's really distressing! Uncle Lan looked at Ruolan dotingly.

"Why hasn't this guy been here for so long?" Ruolan frowned a little worriedly, although she didn't like Shijue, but she was also her good friend, how could she let her good friend go, it was not her Ling Ruolan's character.

"You go and have a look," Uncle Lan said to Ling Ruolan with a smile, then turned back to the bar, "There's a guest coming, I'll go and receive it!" ”

Ling Ruolan nodded, and then went straight to the room where the hot towel was placed.

The door to the room was not closed, leaving a large gap for a person to enter sideways.

"What are you looking at?" Ling Ruolan saw Shijue standing alone in front of the platform, with two pink towels in front of him, but he didn't move. With that, Ling Ruolan walked in.

"I forgot which towel you were?" Shijue pointed to the two towels with some embarrassment.

"What a pig, you. Didn't I tell you several times that there was an orchid pattern in the corner of Miss Ben's towel? That's it! Ling Ruolan suddenly said angrily. Then he grabbed the towel with the blue pattern and wiped his wet red hair.

"Then I'll wipe it too! This one is definitely mine! Shijue was stunned, and then picked up another towel and wiped his hair.

"That kid today, his body has begun to change!" Ling Ruolan, who was originally a little frowning and annoyed, turned into a thinking face at some point, and she looked at Shijue in the mirror and said.

"I feel like he's done changing." Shijue paused in his hand for a moment, and then continued to wipe his hair.

"Because the bullet didn't hurt him at all?" Ling Ruolan said.

"Yes, I can see very clearly that the bullet was completely complete when it fell to the ground, and there was no trace of blood on that kid's hands!" Shijue said.

"It's very similar indeed! But how do you know that the stomach on his body was transplanted from Su Jia's stomach? Ling Ruolan has always been curious about this question, and she can't figure it out.

"Do you remember when we first met Su Jia?" Shijue said.

"For the first time?" Ling Ruolan unconsciously lowered her head, as if in contemplation.

"His face is pale, and although it is very similar to the face of ordinary people, it has a unique paper color, which cannot be seen at all without looking carefully. And the most important thing is the unique grassy fragrance on her body. So it's definitely that kid's stomach is Su Jia's, there's absolutely nothing wrong with it! With that, Shijue's gaze became determined.

"Does Su Jia's stomach have a clue?" I don't know when, Uncle Lan walked in, he leaned against the door wall with his hands on his chest, raised his head and smoked a cigarette, the light blue tobacco curling up.

"Uncle Ran. The kid we met today feels like his stomach was transplanted by Su Jia! Ling Ruolan hung up the towel, then took out the comb and stood her hair up.

"Is it because of the peculiar smell of grass?" Uncle Lan frowned slightly.

"That's right!" Ling Ruolan and Shijue glanced at each other, then nodded and said.

"We are all dragons, and our sensitivity to smells is absolutely unmatched by ordinary humans. Since you've all said so, I wouldn't doubt it. What's next for you? Uncle Lan exhaled a smoke ring, then took a deep puff of his cigarette, the end of which glowed slightly red.

"We agreed with him that we would meet at 12 o'clock tonight in the little alley where we met today! It's just ......" Ling Ruolan said and stopped.

"What's wrong?" Uncle Lan stood up straight and looked at Ling Ruolan.

"When I saw that kid today, I felt that his body was very weak, as if he was going to die at any time!" Fang Shijue took over the conversation.

"Non-dragon dragons have a fairly low chance of surviving initially. He probably won't be able to make it! Uncle Lan said to himself.

"No, it won't!" Fang Shijue immediately shook his head and vetoed Uncle Lan's speculation.

"Oh?" Uncle Lan glanced at Fang Shijue with some surprise.