Ying Long had a dream, a trance dream, obviously he had done it a thousand times, but every time he was sad, every time he cried.

He was lying in swaddling clothes, babbling and talking, his mouth gnawing his fingers, but his eyes were staring directly at the man who hugged him, this man was majestic and majestic, with a beard like a halberd, and he was really as heroic as a hero!

He hugged Ying Long, his arms were like cradles, he shook here and there, and laughed wildly: "Look at my son! Look at my son!"

A woman was lying on the bed, covered with a warm quilt, and said weakly: "You light, don't frighten the child!"

"My dragon sniper's son was scared, believe it or not, I held him in front of Shao Hao, and he dared to pull that old boy's beard!"

The baby giggled, broke free of the swaddling swaddling with his feet, and kicked in the face of the dragon sniper, but the two little tender hands grabbed the fingers of the dragon sniper, and did not let go.

Long Sni rubbed his face, pretending to be injured and aggrieved, and said:

"Look! Now even the Dragon War Emperor dares to kick, who can clean it up in the future, just with my son's foot, heaven and earth can kick out a hole, in the end it is my dragon sniper's son, and he is reluctant to let me go!"

The woman on the bed got out of bed, barefoot, hugged the dragon sniper from behind, put her face against his back and sobbed in a low voice: "Can't you not go? Or go later, look at our children, are you really so ruthless?"

Long Sni looked at the infant child, this stubborn Dragon Domain man turned his head, trying to block the tears in his eyes, but his voice was hoarse after all, he said: "Then how can I do it, I made an appointment with that Fuxi Shaohao, and I can't go back on my word."

The woman snatched the child and said angrily: "Then you go, don't come back."

The dragon sniper looked at the mother and son of the son, roared, and jumped out of the dragon hall in a few steps:

"If I die, let him avenge me, if I win, I will also have his glory, and when he grows up, tell him: his father is the Dragon War Emperor Dragon Sniper, with this name, it is enough for him to run rampant in the Three Realms!"

His head never returned, and his golden robe and golden armor walked away.

The voice is getting farther and farther away, the ethereal is gone, the woman is always on her back, her fingers teasing the baby, the man is gone, he used to wrap his waist around his waist from behind, and then say goodbye with a kiss, but not this time, and he can't wait.

The woman was in tears after all, and the big tears of the bean rained down on the child, and the child knew that his mother was crying, so he stretched out his immature little hand to catch the tears one by one, and his mouth babbled and kept talking.

The woman held the doll in her arms and stroked his little face, she said: "Your father is gone, look at how ruthless he is, he didn't even choose a name for you!"

As she was talking, the child took out a dragon-shaped jade pendant, which was left by the dragon sniper just now, and two words appeared on it - Ying Long

The woman's tears moistened the jade pendant, and she hurriedly wiped away her tears and said, "Child, you have a name!"

This dream is too sweet, too warm, too bitter and too astringent, and all kinds of flavors are in it.

Father's face is too blurry, just a hazy shadow, and in the future, Ying Long often touched the jade pendant around his neck and thought: If I didn't want this jade pendant at that time, but dragged my father's finger to death, would my father never leave?

But my father was gone after all, and the golden armor and golden robe were no longer seen in the Three Realms.

Ying Long woke up, in a frugal and clean grass house, he struggled to sit up, his chest wrapped in a thick bandage, under him was a bed, a few logs against the window, the sea of flowers churned, sending the gloomy fragrance in.

Ying Long lifted the quilt, the occasional pain in his chest was not a big deal, the blood of the dragon clan was like this, as long as it did not hurt the dragon's heart, no matter how big the injury was, he could recover from it, got out of bed and staggered to the window, looking at the sea of flowers outside the window.

Ke'er was wearing a peasant dress and a hat, dressed like a peasant girl, she pulled the old man's sleeve and said, "Grandpa, come and see, is that flower sick?"

The old man was gray-haired, hunched on his back, but he had a heroic spirit, he waved his big hand and shouted: "Lead the way, I'll take a look!"

The two of them walked to the sick flower one after the other, and the old man bent down, holding the soft wilting stems and leaves in his hand, and the flowers and leaves were full of diseased spots, and they were not alive at the moment.

The old man coughed a few times, patted his chest and said, "Die? Hmph! With my old man, not a single flower will die!" He exhaled a fairy breath and clinged to the flower, the strong roots were rooted in the soil, the flower stem became longer and thicker, and the flower sprang out a few feet high.

Kerr looked up, and the flower grew until she couldn't hold it anymore, and the golden petals stretched out to hold the sunlight and provide a small patch of shade.

"Wow! It's so big."

"Little girl, has that kid been watching you from the window for a while?"

"Yes—is it?" Ke'er panicked all of a sudden, hurriedly wiped a handful of red faces, but wiped the dust on her face, she pulled the old man in front of her, and whispered: "Grandpa, you help me block the point, I'll find some water to wash, this look, it's really ugly!"

The old man took a big stride and looked like a naughty boy, like a circus clown, and he laughed and shouted: "I don't care about the old man!

Ying Long walked over, the clothes on his body were blown by the wind, and his hair was also blown by the wind, he didn't have to look much better than Ke'er, he walked to Ke'er's side, his eyes first looked at the girl, and then at the Lanwei flower in front of him.

"It's so big!"

"yes, he's sick just now!"

Ying Long pointed to the Lan Wei stamen, and he said, "The scenery above must be very good!"

Ke'er brushed her hair away, lowered her head with a smile, and said, "I think so too, but I don't know if that big leaf can withstand the two of them."

Ying Long understood, he wrapped one hand around Wan'er's waist, climbed up along the flowers and leaves, and climbed until he reached the stamens, then withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "Two people are fine, but three people are not necessarily."

Ke'er looked at the veins of the leaves, and then looked at Ying Long, sitting lightly on the leaves, his legs stretched out and swinging.

Ying Long sat next to her.

There was a clear blue sky, a sea of golden flowers, a disheveled boy and a dusty girl, clouds occasionally obscuring the sun.

"If there is still such a sword shadow in the future, will you block it for me?"

"Yes!"

"Then if that sword shadow can kill you, will you still stop it for me?"

"I have dragon blood, I'm not afraid of anything!"

"I'm talking about the kind that if any of us touch it, we're going to die."

"That will too!" Ying Long shook his shoulders and added, "It will be!"

Ke'er lowered her head in frustration, didn't ask anything, and occasionally glanced at Ying Long, and her face turned red.

Ying Long's eyes saw through the Lan Wei flowers, and then saw through the Jiuxiao Palace, and finally landed in the boundless sky far away, the blue sky, and a few birds flew in pairs.

How many years later, Ying Long really fulfilled his promise, and Ke'er was already a slim girl at that time, but she loved Ying Long deeply, how could she be willing to let him die for herself?