The boy stood under the tree, very transparent in a patch of green.

But for some reason, Ah Zhan felt that he was making a sound similar to "hiss", and she even saw the red letter coming out of his mouth.

Thinking like this, Ah Zhan couldn't help but shudder.

But looking at it again, this young man is still as beautiful as ever, and there is nothing abnormal.

He seemed to notice her gaze, and turned to look at her, and smiled faintly at her. This smile is different from the smile that Tang Songluo always wears, although the expression on his face is very light, but it makes people feel that he is sincerely feeling very happy.

Ah Zhan was uncomfortable with this young man, so he turned his head to the side, but saw Wu Yan's look.

Wu Yan pulled Ah Zhan's sleeve, and then lowered his voice and said to Ah Zhan: "Ah Zhan Ah Zhan, you see how beautiful he looks!"

Ah Yan smiled and nodded, but he didn't expect this to make Durank listen.

Duranque squeezed a slap in the face, and said, "Can we look good?"

Ah Zhan and Wu Yan looked at each other, then at the young man, and nodded at the same time: "He is better looking than you!"

So all three of them laughed.

And just then, the boy spoke again.

"Father invited all the distinguished guests to meet him. His voice was also faint, giving people a very warm feeling.

Tang Songluo nodded, so the group followed the young man, neither asking nor questioning, as if they had known that this young man would be here.

Ah Zhan followed behind and watched the young man's back.

This back is thin and slender, as if it is about to disappear when the wind blows.

In her panic, she seemed to hear the sound of water again.

This was the first time that Arhan had seen a large assembly other than humans.

A translucent lake is quiet in the meadow, and when the wind blows, there will be small ripples on the surface of the lake.

On the edge of the lake, there was a stone throne that was not very tall, and above it, sat a middle-aged man dressed in gold.

The man seemed to have seen Ah Zhan and the others from a long distance, and when he turned his head to look, Ah Zhan found that this man had a pair of golden eyes.

Around the men stood two slightly younger men, and a woman who looked still charming.

Except for the four of them, the rest of the surroundings are all of different shapes and sizes - snakes!

That's right!

The slender creatures all turned their heads to look at the stranger when they spotted it, and they spat out the letter angrily, hissing sounds, and their eyes glowing brightly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have been waiting for you here for a long time. A loud male voice came, the voice of the man sitting on the stone pedestal.

"The contemptible people are the kings of the Shajiao clan, Long Ji. The man spoke slowly, in a straight tone.

The white-clothed young man who had led Ah Zhan and a few people over had already stepped over many large and small snakes to the man's side, and the man took the young man's hand and said, "This is my son." ”

This beautiful boy is actually - snake?!

"It's not a snake, it's a sand jiao. Of course, we have already taken the form of a dragon, and it is not an exaggeration to say that we are dragons. As if he knew what Ah Zhan was thinking, Long Ji said.

Ah Zhan lowered his head in embarrassment, but he still couldn't help but wonder why a snake could turn into a beautiful boy and speak human words.

"Actually, we are not human beings, and we are not able to speak. Long Ji answered Ah Zhan's question again. "It's just that in your mind, we are human beings, and we are talking. ”

That's right, after the Sha Jiao clan cultivated into a dragon, they had the ability to telepathize.

This ability helps them quickly understand the culture of various living beings in the world and be able to communicate with them. It is precisely because of this ability that the dragon race has become a noble race.

For example, now, in the hearts of Ah Zhan and others, Long Ji is the image of a middle-aged man, but in the eyes of the snake, he is the image of a snake, and in the impression of a rabbit or a horse, he is the image of a rabbit or a horse.

Ah Zhan had a suddenly realized expression, and at this time, Long Ji spoke again.

"I understand the purpose of your guests. A few days ago there was a monk who brought the will of God Su in exchange for my son's Neidan, and said that he still had a period of cause and effect in the earthly world. Long Ji said, but a pair of golden eyes flashed with a sharp light.

"I think you're here to get dragon blood and scales. Long Ji's face did not change.

"Yes. Tang Songluo replied politely with a smile.

"I can give you dragon blood, but dragon scales, no. Long Ji replied.

In fact, the dragon season is already very polite, for the dragon clan, the reverse scale symbolizes dignity, once the dragon scale is taken away, it means that it is conquered.

This dragon clan, which only submits to the Su God, can't bow its head like a mortal no matter what.

"But ask for the dragon's blood. Tang Songluo's face still did not change.

"Oh, do you know that with only dragon blood, Nedan can't do anything. A hint of surprise flashed in Long Ji's eyes.

"Yes, but I said yes, but ask for dragon's blood. Therefore this dragon's blood is sought. Tang Songluo replied confidently. "As for the dragon scales, we'll have to take them ourselves. ”

Tang Song Luo raised his head as he spoke, his smile like a spring breeze was in stark contrast to Long Ji's expression, and the two of them looked at each other directly, without a trace of backing.

There was silence for a few seconds, but it felt as if it were a whole century. She felt the air freeze, a chill spreading through her.

At this moment, Long Ji's face softened, and he laughed out loud, as if he had heard some big joke.

"I'll see what you can do. When Long Ji said this, there was great confidence in his voice, he didn't believe that these mortals in front of him could take away his dragon scales, he always believed that they didn't even know where his reverse scales were.

And at this moment, a small laughter was mixed into Long Ji's voice. Although the voice was small, it made people feel a great sense of joy.

It was the young man in white who made this laugh.

He looked at Ah Zhan with a faint eyebrow, then at Long Ji, and then said, "Father, I'm leaving." ”

When he said this, his tone was very light, as if he was explaining something that should be taken for granted, and there was no tone.

Long Ji's face changed.

But the boy didn't see him, he walked up to Ah Zhan, and then took Ah Zhan's hand and said, "Let's go." ”

Ah Zhan felt his hands cold, like ice that had just been salvaged from the bottom of the lake.

"But—" Ah Zhan had just opened his mouth, but the boy's fingers were blocked in the center of his lips. He shook his head at her, as if to say, "Don't speak."

Tang Song Luo looked at all this, a light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then he seemed to understand something, and said to Long Ji with a smile: "Farewell below." ”

And Long Ji, he sat there, watching his son leave, but he didn't mean to stop him at all.

After a long time, he said miserably: "This is ...... Is the power of cause and effect......"