The four people sitting in the car seemed to have their own thoughts, and none of them began to speak first. However, Su Hetu lay on Murong Tiankui's lap heartlessly and fell asleep.

The farther north you go, the colder it gets, and the cold wind outside can be heard in the car. Murong Ge put his face on the glass, looking at this vast place, he didn't know what he thought.

The child who used to snuggle up in his mother's arms and spoiled finally grew up sadly. Ever since she met her father, she thought she wouldn't have been so strong. But it was also a coincidence that he met Su Hetu, a demon, and touched the peach blossom sword on his chest.

"Son, don't resent your father. Our marriage was originally not in line with his wishes, and my mother is like this, and it was also caused by herself. ”

Whenever she argues about not wanting her father, her mother always explains to herself like this, in fact, she can see the desire in her mother's eyes. As a woman, from pregnancy to childbirth, she is all one person, and that sorrow is enough in this life.

But the only thing she didn't understand was why she refused to let go of that seemingly ridiculous longing until she died. Even if it is turned to ashes, it will dwell that mourning through the stream. Now Murong Ge somewhat understands, because she clearly feels her heart hurting, she was originally so close but it feels like the end of the world is far away, sad but not pitiful.

She remembered a phrase her mother used to say.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan.

Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable.

Lishan said that it was half a night away, and Lingling did not complain in the end of the rain of tears.

How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who is more than wings and branches.

At that time, she only knew that her mother always cried when she read it, and when she asked, her mother just smiled and didn't speak.

She turned her head to look at Su Hetu, who was sleeping, and her heart was suddenly less sad. Some things can't come reluctantly, and some fate can't be stopped, love is love.

The candle shadow is shaking red, listening to the wind singing, carrying a lot of sorrow, the green mountains are still there, but the people are empty and thin. The scenery on the side of the road suddenly turned into those ladies in gorgeous ancient costumes, swaying in the charming garden, looking forward to an encounter, an ancient dream. The shadow of that heart, swaying in the dusty years, haunts the heart.

How many degrees do the flowers bloom in the dream, deep in the red, but there is a dream that belongs to her? Follow the long night path and treading her mossy path. The moss-mottled door, the long corridor with the small fragments of the cave, whose mind is walking at this moment, and the lotus steps are moving lightly? Who is like her previous life, who rolls up the blinds and asks, can you see the fragrance of the moon? I can't hold the coldness of the southern oil-paper umbrella, and I can't warm the thinness of the plain clothes at this time, and the story of the next world has long been broken all over the ground.

Passing by Jiming Temple twice, stopping at the rouge well twice, people are different, and their moods are also different.

The scenes of getting along with Su Hetu reappeared in Murong Ge's mind, especially the scene where Su Hetu blocked Satan's attack for himself, no matter how he waved it.

But no matter how she could not have imagined, there was such a beautiful girl who took the lead. However, Murong Tiankui was right, he was going to get along with him for the next three years, and he was in love for a long time, how could he not be able to defeat her.

The cold wind outside was still cold, but Murong Ge's heart was not so cold.

Su Hetu woke up, saw the saliva flowing on Murong Tiankui's legs, and scratched his head with his hand and looked very embarrassed.

"Stinky boy, sleep comfortably this time. Tell me how you got your memory back? ”

This question has satisfied Murong Tiankui's appetite.

Su Hetu smiled.

"I was kidnapped by someone else and taken to a place, that is, our provincial capital, where I met a very strange sister, and she helped me recover my memory, and gave me a gift when I left."

Saying that, Su Hetu took out the little dragon who had been sleeping on his chest. The little dragon had been dormant all along, and was suddenly woken up, looking very unhappy. However, after seeing Murong Tiankui, he was very excited, as if he had known each other before.

"You're saying this is a gift from that mysterious sister?"

This gift scared Murong Tiankui unclearly, others may not know what this strange animal is, but Murong Tiankui knows.

When Murong Tiankui was cultivating in the Tianshan Mountains, he once found a very shabby book at the foot of the mountain. Murong Tiankui was also idle, so he opened it and looked at it. There are many strange animals recorded in it, and Murong Tiankui thought that this book was all nonsense, and it must be used to attract people's attention. But I was dumbfounded when I saw the last date of the book, and this book turned out to be an ancient book in the late Ming Dynasty.

There is an introduction to the Golden Dragon in it, which reads:

I have a thing facing south, and my juvenile body is less than a meter long. This thing has a dragon head snake body, and its body is milky at first. Nourished by the essence of heaven and earth, the adult body can reach more than ten meters in length, and the body is also golden.

This thing is ferocious and abnormal, the tiger in the mountains, the bear is its belly food, unruly, if you meet someone who is destined to become dependent on him. But it must grow in the body of a human being, and the animal generally recognizes its host as its owner. It has been heard, but very few people have seen it.

"Yes, it's probably one of her pets, but she's been very close to me since she saw me, and I have a sense of déjà vu when I see him. So that sister gave it to me. ”

The little dragon crawled around on the two of them, but on closer inspection, its originally white scales began to appear with golden spots.

Murong Ge was very curious about what the two were talking about, turned his head to see Xiaolong, and wanted to reach out and touch it. However, Xiaolong didn't seem to give face, and directly opened his mouth angrily, and the tongue in his mouth stretched out and wanted to attack Murong Ge. Frightened, Murong Ge hurriedly sat back, he didn't expect such a cute little animal to be so fierce.

Su Hetu patted its head vigorously as a warning. Xiaolong had no choice but to lie on his lap obediently, looking at Su Hetu with aggrieved eyes.

"Stinky boy, I really don't know what great virtues you cultivated in your previous life, and these treasures have been picked up cheaply by your kid."

Murong Tiankui didn't say anything when he saw that Xiaolong had already recognized Su Hetu as his master, except for lamenting Su Hetu's shit luck. As for why Xiaolong felt that Murong Tiankui was familiar, it was because Murong Tiankui did use his sword qi to turn into a giant dragon when he was fighting against Chai Ke Old Ghost abroad. And there seemed to be a unique telepathy between the dragons, and the little dragon obviously felt the dragon qi on Murong Tiankui's body.

Of course, if it weren't for Murong Tiankui's move, Xiaolong would still be in the body of the Dragon Mother.

Xiaolong has been absorbing essence qi on Su Hetu's chest for the past few days, and his body has naturally mutated faster, which is why he always likes to stay in Su Hetu's arms and is reluctant to move.

Chen Tianhu could only drive with peace of mind, but his heart was extremely itchy, and he really wanted to see what Murong Tiankui and Su Hetu were talking about.

The golden scales are not the things in the pool, and they will turn into dragons when they encounter wind and clouds.

In the future, Su Hetu's road will definitely not be too smooth, and I don't know if three years of cultivation will be enough for him.