Speaking of the reincarnation of the true dragon of the wool, I think I am the reincarnation of the stove, and I am specially responsible for the pot.

I hurriedly said, "Listen to me first, I really don't know her......"

Before he finished speaking, Dong Chengfeng stared at the zipper of my pants and yelled: "What are you waiting for?" The enemy has come to the door! ”

At this moment, there were a lot of people in the whole hall, everyone stared at me, they were all glaring, and there was a "pop" sound, and countless silk threads ran towards me.

, it's not that there is no one with these dragon clans, where are they hiding, playing in an ambush circle!

My heart suddenly exploded, Dong Hanyue hit me with this kind of thing last time!

However, the reason why Dong Hanyue was able to beat me up was entirely because she had the artifact of the dragon grate.

There are no on these ropes.

That's just a normal rope for me.

However, I am not in a good state now - I have just been hit by that kind of incense mist, although the sharp pain on the tip of my tongue has temporarily sobered me up, but the qi on my body has not yet recovered, and I can move and jump, and I can pull my crotch much more than before.

I immediately turned the Seven Star Dragon Spring sideways, and slashed in front, countless ropes broke in response, and some people couldn't bear the fierce evil qi and fell out of the way.

These people's skills are not as good as Dong Hanyue's, and I am still a little relieved.

It's just that there are so many people!

I was parrying it, but suddenly my ankle went numb.

Looking down, I don't know when I had a silver wire wrapped around my ankle.

This silver wire is also strange, as long as it is entangled, the whole foot is like losing consciousness, and it can't be used.

"Fifth brother, the dragon silk is used well!"

Hang your uncle.

I tried to break it, but the whole person smashed down against the floor tiles like a kite with a broken string.

In normal times, it's nothing to fall from a high place, after all, I have eaten Jiaozhu, and I really can't fall to death.

But since I was entangled in that dragon thread, the function of Jiaozhu was also as locked, and I fell headfirst down.

It's like a bungee jump with no rope attached.

It's the same as Cheng Gou said - this place is steaming, stir-frying, and frying, all of which are ways to deal with dragons!

I regret it -, I brought the Golden Retriever if I knew I could!

As soon as the wind brushed my ears, my head was about to hit the ground, but at this moment, a person didn't know where to come out and caught me directly.

Dong Chenglei.

Dong Chenglei turned his head and scolded Dong Chengfeng: "You are crazy, if something happens to him, will Dong Hanyue still come back?" ”

Dong Chengfeng snorted: "This thing is a spy, mixed in to make an internal response to those color blanks, and returned Hanyue - if you don't catch him, we will die earlier than Dong Hanyue!" ”

Dong Chenglei scolded: "Are you stupid? If he was really in league with those things, he would still be hit by the agarwood mist? ”

Dong Chengfeng was stunned: "Agarwood mist ......"

"That's right." Dong Chenglei took a breath: "When you grabbed the dragon grate with him before, you wouldn't feel how capable he was, right?" If it weren't for the agarwood mist, he would have to wipe you out, and he would have been entangled by you with dragon wire? ”

Dong Chengfeng thought about it and was silent.

The rest of the Dragon Clan were silent.

At this moment, I almost had a fucking tearful feeling in my eyes - this was the first time that an outsider had helped me prove my innocence, and it was the first time.

Dong Chenglei took a breath, turned around and glared at the person who came out of the dragon silk twister.

That person was also interested, and immediately took back the dragon silk back.

Dong Chenglei apologized to me: "To be honest, it is a coincidence that the distinguished guest came - our family is in a big trouble now, and I am too busy to take care of myself, and I still think that if I can avoid this catastrophe, I will discuss the matter of the cold moon with you, so I asked you not to come out in the past three days, it is really for your good, who knows......"

I hurriedly said: "I understand, to be honest, I have to do the thing of saving the dragon no matter what, you have difficulties in the past three days, if you don't dislike it, I am willing to help." ”

Who knows, Dong Chenglei shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, the matter of our Fenglong clan is really not enough for outsiders, but it's a pity that it's ......."

What a pity?

But before Dong Chenglei finished speaking, the person who released the dragon silk just now suddenly pulled Dong Chenglei and gave Dong Chenglei a sneak look.

Meaning, it's like letting Dong Chenglei look at my head.

My brain?

I raised my hand and wiped it, and then I realized -, when did my head wear out?

It must have been when I was entangled in the dragon silk just now, the dragon scales and Jiaozhu couldn't be played, and I bumped into something, but fortunately it was a skin injury.

But as soon as I looked up, I found that the eyes of all the Fenglong clans present had changed.

Their eyes were wide open, as if they were looking at a monster.

What's the situation?

Dong Chengfeng's position happened to be unable to see my face, and he hated me a lot and refused to look at me, so he couldn't help it at this time, and said loudly: "Don't pretend!" If Dong Hanyue hadn't stolen the dragon grate, we wouldn't have suffered so much, if you really want to help us, return the dragon grate to us! ”

But before he finished speaking, someone gave him a look.

He followed the man's line of sight and saw the wound on my head, and was stunned: "It's really ......."

But before the words came out, Dong Chenglei immediately coughed and interrupted him: "Chengfeng's words are right, distinguished guest, if you really want to help us, give us the dragon grate." ”

, the dragon grate is my nemesis, so for you, didn't I hand over the knife to the executioner?

I immediately shook my head: "It's okay to return things to their original owners, before I save my dragon - I still say the same thing, if you need it for three days, I am duty-bound." ”

Dong Chenglei is not surprised that he is a little older: "Then let us discuss." ”

As he spoke, he made a "please" gesture to me.

The others, staring at me like a monster.

I hate the tacit feeling that everyone wakes me up and I'm drunk.

But this is someone's family affair, and I can't interfere casually, so I have to pretend that I don't care and swagger back.

Even if I walked out, my back was like a thorn in my back, and those countless eyes were stuck on my back.

This makes me a little suspicious, whether my brain is showing on my head or what, it scares you.

Thinking about it like this, I crossed the thunder pond, and there was a small courtyard in the middle of nowhere, with an octagonal well in it, and I was also anxious, so I took advantage of the twilight to go over and see from the reflection of the well, what kind of flowers had bloomed from my wound.

Not to mention, the mouth of the well is not small, and the surrounding area is carved with simple dragon patterns, and the water surface reflects the sky that is about to turn dark, and I have a face.

As a result, I saw my head clearly, and I was stunned for a moment.

Strangely, there was not only a wound on my head—but a round scar.

It's kind of like a vows on the head of a monk.

A freshly worn wound is absolutely impossible for a scar.

It's as if my scar was covered by some ingenious method, but just now, that layer of "covering" was cut open and the original scar was exposed.

My head, has it ever been hurt?

When? Why am I not impressed at all?

I immediately crouched down and leaned closer to the surface of the well, and yes, there were some unnatural marks around this "scar".

I'm getting more and more suspicious, my own body, and secrets I don't know? What the hell is this?

Before I could think of it, a milky voice sounded from behind me: "Shenjun, are you back?" ”

This sound was extremely abrupt, and it startled me a lot, and I almost didn't fall directly into the well.

But a hand grabbed me: "Shenjun be careful! ”

God-kun?

I turned around and saw a child.

This child looks somewhat similar to Huangfuqiu at first glance, younger than Huangfuqiu, and is six or seven years old, but Huangfuqiu's seemingly innocent eyes are full of ruthless and murderous aura.

However, his eyes were full of joy, as if he knew me well.

, it's the same with the silver ring just now, the people here, didn't they move?

No—this is not a man, I can tell—and in the midst of the youthful aura, he is still very pure.

Could it be, this is ...... Well boy?

The so-called well boy, like the stove prince and the door god, belongs to the family god and belongs to one of the "five rituals", and the "five rituals" are in feng shui, referring to the sacrifice to the door god, the household god, the well god, the stove god, and the middle slip (the land god and the house god).

Legend has it that if someone pees or spits in a well, he will definitely have a headache that night, and in his dreams he will dream of a boy who will hit him on the head with a scoop of water from the well.

And women who want to throw themselves into the well, often when they can't think about it for a while, they will also feel as if there are hands holding them by the well and not letting them go down.

This is the work of the well boy.

He specially guarded the wellhead for others, so that the wellhead would not be mixed with filth, or the family would not be able to open it for a while.

And the ability of the family god depends on the merit of the family to accumulate virtue and do good, good people, often have a smooth life, that is, because the family god is powerful, the evil family, the family god has no great ability, and even because of disgust with the head of the family to do evil, the family god will abandon the master and leave.

And well boys are very rare now—everyone uses tap water, and there are a few who drink from wells.

They also received less incense, and their reputation was declining.

I stared at him, "You call me Shenjun?" ”

Did you recognize the wrong person?

The kid nodded, "The Divine Monarch doesn't know me anymore?" Last time you came, you played with me! In a flash, so many years have passed! ”

As he spoke, he began to count his fingers, but after counting for a long time, he didn't count anything, and he wrapped himself in: "How many years have I ......?"

My heart suddenly mentioned—who was the god he was talking about?