So she floated along the road, and when she floated near an octagonal glass well, she smelled the familiar fragrance.

The fragrance was so strong that the little dragon girl took two sips, and the dragon blood in her real body immediately warmed up.

She knew where the fragrance came from, the octagonal glazed well, and she saw that the well had eight corners, and the edge of the well was a brilliant jade glaze, and a dazzling colorful divine light shot out of the well.

"There is a formation......" The little dragon girl thought to herself, she felt the existence of the formation, and the spiritual power fluctuated extremely strongly, "Those glasses are the carriers. ”

Agate, glass, jade, these strange stones contain inexplicable energy, as long as the Tao is engraved, it will be stimulated, and it can play a great role.

Right now, the octagonal well made of glass is emitting a white light, mixed with the colorful divine light, as if it has actually brightened people's hearts.

The little dragon girl was hovering along the edge of the well, and she was thinking, how could she slip in?

There is no doubt that the function of that formation is protection, and the colorful liquid is very important, and the ancient dragon king will protect it well, and it will never be touched by others.

Little crocodile

A chill hit, and the little crocodile shivered from the cold.

This chill came inexplicably, you don't know where it came from, it appeared suddenly, and then it ended.

But the little crocodile knows that when this chill appears, it means that the sun has risen.

The sun rises in the east, the warm sun shines on the earth, everything in the world is warming, only here, only in this dark and damp cellar, the terrifying cold air is surging like a tide, and the frozen teeth of people are trembling.

The little crocodile knew that this was one of the punishments for the prisoners, and there was an iceberg behind the palace on which some kind of formation was cast, and whenever the sun rose, the iceberg melted faster, and the ice water carried a chill to submerge the cellar.

The little crocodile used to listen to these things as stories, but he never imagined that one day, he would have to experience them for himself.

The cold invaded the skin of the little crocodile, and the thick hard armor on his back could resist the sharp knife, but it could not resist the invisible cold, he felt cold all over, his blood seemed to be congealed, and his whole body turned into ice, and his soul was frozen pale.

"Click......"

The little crocodile is full of sharp teeth, and at the moment it is fighting fiercely, they are divided into two factions, and the fight is inextricable.

"Is it cold?" Suddenly, the little crocodile heard a voice from the side, and the voice was hoarse, the same voice that his father had drawn his attention to earlier.

His voice trembled, and he seemed to be frozen and couldn't stand it.

My father told me not to talk to him...... I was cold, my teeth were fighting, and I couldn't speak at all......

These thoughts swept through the little crocodile's heart like lightning, and the next moment the little crocodile jumped up directly and shouted:

"You can talk!"

To be able to make him jump up and scream directly despite the cold and his father's advice, you can imagine how surprised he was at the moment.

"Ahem," the hoarse voice coughed twice, "Your father has poisoned my throat, and he wants me not to speak to others, but he can't poison the knowledge in my head after all, and they talk to me and tell me how to cure my throat." ”

My father has poisoned your throat? "Don't talk nonsense, that's because you stole my father's spirit grass, the medicinal effect is too powerful, and it directly burned your stomach and throat."

The little crocodile said this, although he was cold and spoke warring, but he was determined.

"That's a trick to deceive children," said a hoarse voice, "I have been in charge of the spirit grass for hundreds of years, and if he wants to eat it secretly, he has already eaten it secretly, so why wait until he is old and weak, his teeth are gone, and he can't digest it?" ”

"That's because you're afraid of death," said the little crocodile, "and you're old and afraid of death, so you're stealing my father's spirit grass." ”

He knew who the person next to him was, this person was a trout essence, with a wealth of herbalist knowledge in his head, and he used to be his father's right-hand man, helping his father take care of and cultivate spiritual grass.

The little crocodile has known this old trout since he was a child, but the relationship is not very good, this old man has a strange temper, he only thinks about dealing with the spirit grass every day, he doesn't like to be clean, he doesn't take a bath for several days, his hair and clothes are messy, plus the trout's naturally gloomy face, the little crocodile has always been very annoying and afraid of him.

He still remembered that time, when his father took him out to find a cure for the source, and the old trout followed, and they walked through every inch of the earth, and the old trout was always just shaking his head.

It was also that trip, not long after he came back, the old trout was found stealing the spirit grass, he gnawed off a leaf of his father's companion spirit grass, he couldn't bear the massive amount of spiritual power at all, it is said that his mouth was swollen into two eels, and his mouth kept vomiting blood.

The little crocodile didn't even believe it at first, but he watched the whole trial, and the old trout confessed to the crime, and the little crocodile still remembers that he knelt at the foot of the steps, his mouth swollen into an eel, kowtowed and shouted to confess his guilt, spare his life, and finally was dragged down, and his messy hair and clothes impressed the little crocodile.

Since then, the strange old man has disappeared from the life of the little crocodile, and the little crocodile has not even remembered him once, only once, when he saw his father burning the manuscript, and he saw that the name of the old trout was written on it.

He thought that was the last time he thought of the old trout, but he didn't expect that at this very moment, in this dark cellar, he heard the old trout speak again, and the meaning of the words was so terrible.

"I'm not afraid of death," said the old trout, "I was born and died for your father for many years, and the day you became an adult, do you remember, I fought with the wind wolf, and almost fell into the dragon pass......"

"Don't mention Hualongguan!"

The little crocodile shouted.

"Are you scared?" The old trout said.

The little crocodile was silent, but admitted in his heart that he was indeed afraid.

Hualongguan, oh my god, Hualongguan, it took everything from me five years ago, and I almost died there not long ago.

The little crocodile felt himself tremble when he thought of the black miasma and the sudden thunder that had split him and the woman in white out of the silver tornado.

"If you are even afraid of the Dragon," said the old trout, hoarsely, "then what I am going to tell you next, I am afraid, will scare you away!" ”

He paused at "I'm afraid", then suddenly accelerated, and finished the next sentence repeatedly, this strange sentence, combined with his low, hoarse voice, made this sentence extremely terrifying, at least the little crocodile's frightened heart was about to jump out.

"You damn old fellow," the little crocodile cursed when he came back to his senses, "what's it to be scary?" ”

The old trout laughed, and then he said:

"Scary? I don't, I can make you wander, believe it or not? ”

"I don't believe it!"

The little crocodile said without thinking that children do not believe in evil.

"Well," said the old trout, "you know who your father is?" ”

"My father is the king of the Great River Basin, the patron saint of thousands of water tribes, and the ...... of the ancient dragon clan."

At this point, he paused abruptly, for he already knew that they were not descendants of the Elder Dragons, but only Pig Dragons.

"A descendant of the Elder Dragons?" The old trout helped him make up, "Wrong, your father is not a king, not a guardian spirit, not a descendant of the dragon clan!" ”

After a pause, he continued: "He's a shameless thief, a shameless liar, a damned traitor, a stinky crocodile in the mud!" ”

"Shut up!" The little crocodile cried out, "Don't talk about my father like that!" You...... What are you that dare to say that about my father? ”

"I'm the only one who knows the truth!" The old trout said heavily.

"Do you want to know the truth? Do you dare to listen to me tell the truth? ”

"You're a liar!" The little crocodile was hoarse.

"You don't dare," said the old trout, "alas, I always thought you were a good boy, I always thought you were different from your father, I cured my throat early, I wanted to confide in others, but I couldn't find a suitable person, I thought you were the right person, and now it seems that I was wrong." ”

When he said these words, his voice was still low and hoarse, but it was no longer terrifying, but gave people a feeling of aging and crumbling.

"The right person? What is the right person? The little crocodile said in a loud voice, "Do you say that about my father, and I still have to applaud and clap my hands, and say that you are right?" ”

"You should do it."

"He's my father!"

"He's a shameless thief, a shameless liar, a damn traitor, a fucking stinky crocodile!"

"Shut up!"

"What I said is true," said the old trout, "first of all, thief, have you seen those colorful liquids?" You know what that is? ”

The little crocodile still wanted to defend him, but this sudden question caught him off guard.

"What is the colorful liquid?" He said, "How do I know! ”

"That's life!" The old trout said, "It's someone else's life, it's the life of an innocent water tribe, and he stole it!" ”

"Life?" The little crocodile had already made a plan, no matter what strange things burst out of the old trout's mouth, he would not be convinced, but at this moment, he still couldn't help but want to ask, "How is it possible?" ”

He regretted it as soon as he said it, no, how could I ask this damn old man? He will definitely lie to me and slander my father!

"How could it be?" The old trout rebuked disdainfully, "Have you heard of the legend of the Black Hand?" ”

"Black Hand ......" Despite his reluctance to believe the old trout, the little crocodile was brought in, for the simple reason that he had heard the legend of the black hand, and had not only heard it, but also deeply feared it, and still remembered it to this day.

It is said that a thousand years ago, an ancient black hand appeared in the river basin, and no one knows the origin of this black hand, but wherever the black hand passed, no matter the fish and turtles, all died.

The Black Hand is not only proficient in killing, but also becomes stronger in killing, it appears in the lower reaches of the river, kills and kills, kills until the upper reaches of the river, and countless water tribes die tragically.