The brain was chaotic, as if it had been filled with lead, Chanchan tried to shake her little head and take off the heaviness, but was awakened by a tingling pain coming from the back of her head.

When she opened her eyes, there was a huge sea of flowers in front of her, the green flower stems were as thick as a century-old tree, long enough to reach the sky, and the sound of crisp and beautiful wings fluttering in her ears was beside her, Chanchan was surprised by the strangeness of the scenery here, and looked at the place where the sound came.

She saw a pool of scarlet blood spreading from the top of her eyes and the back of her head, and the blood followed the bumpy stone from a high to the wet soil under the flower.

The dull pain came belatedly after she realized that she was injured, and Chanchan secretly screamed that it was not good, and wanted to stand up to deal with the wound.

only to find that he was lying naked on a blue-gray stone, and the body shape was that of a baby.

She kicked her foot to the sky, and saw that the tender white toes moved at will, and it was her body.

She was stunned, and before she could react to what had happened, she heard a voice coming from not far away.

"Huahua, how can you be willing to just leave me and Baxia like this."

It's a warm voice.

Chanchan stretched her neck hard, wanting to see the owner of the voice, but helplessly, the disadvantage of her figure, she tried her best and could only see a vague figure among the blades of grass.

She babbled and screamed, trying to get the man's attention.

But the sound seemed to be absorbed by the air, and Chanchan only made a sound, but did not hear the echo.

This...... But it is really called the heavens and the earth.

She didn't mean to eavesdrop.

The man on the other side of the sea of flowers didn't realize that on the other side of the sea of flowers, there was a pink and tender female doll lying down.

He was devastated, and not so long ago, he lost his beloved wife, Flowey.

The two are childhood sweethearts, grew up together, and have an unusually close relationship.

Huahua was weak, and after giving birth to eight summers, she lost the essence of her body, and she couldn't hold on, so she went, but she couldn't see her last side.

The more the dragon king thought about it, the more sad he became, and sat cross-legged in front of the nameless grave of Huahua, drinking alcohol.

All I could think of was her voice and smile, what a beautiful flower.

"If I had known that you were going to give birth, no matter how tight the war ahead was, I wouldn't have go, I know that you hid this matter for the sake of the overall situation, you have the whole situation, but you forgot about me. How can I live without you......"

"Now, Baxia is still young, and the dragon clan has a lot of affairs, I will never leave now, and when he grows up, I will come to find you."

It seems that when mentioning Baxia, the man's tone is lighter.

"You always say that we are going to have a pair of children, and I have thought of the names of the children, the male baby is called Baxia, and the female baby is called Beizi. The male baby is poor, the female baby is blessed, and the horizontal and vertical are spoiled, even if they are spoiled and can't get married, there is also my father. “

Hearing Beizi, Chanchan finally realized what kind of character was on the other side of the sea of flowers.

The famous king of the dragon clan, Beizi's biological father, and the eight summers in his mouth are also the names she often hears in her dreams.

Eight summers, eight summers.

I was thinking about how to untie the shackles on my body, starting from the palm of my hand, and gradually there was a flash of cyan light, spreading from the palm of my hand to my whole body, and the part of the blue light that passed through all turned into light cyan scales, one by one, emitting a melodious music.

Chanchan couldn't help but scream, and a loud baby cry came from the flowers not far away, and the dragon king shook his spirit, got up and took a big stride.

Pulling through the flowers, she saw a young dragon with light cyan scales crying, and her golden eyes bloomed with a strange brilliance the moment she saw him, as if the flowers in the sky were blooming in her eyes, full of splendor.

Beneath the young dragon was a blue-gray stone, with a little blood on the stone, some of which had seeped into the soil, making the flowers in the soil more delicate, and he crouched down cautiously, bewildered in all sorts of strange poses, trying to pick up the child.

After picking up the child with his right hand, he gently brushed the blood on the stone and put it under his nose to sniff, and the familiar smell of blood penetrated into his nose.

He lowered his head in disbelief and looked at the female doll who was dancing with her teeth and claws, crying with snot and tears.

It is, Flowey with his children.

The little dragon seemed to have little strength, and closed his eyes listlessly, and fell into a deep sleep against his chest.

Through the perception of the bloodline, he realized that the little dragon vein was weak, beating slowly, and his heart vibrate, and he was busy escorting the child back to the dragon's lair.

After that, Chanchan couldn't remember clearly, but she remembered that after she was hugged into the arms of the dragon king's father, her consciousness gradually blurred, and the original memory of Chanchan floated in her mind like a horse, and she fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was Beizi of the Dragon Clan, the red-clothed girl who was wanton in the wind and dared to love and hate.