As a result, most of his body was blocked by coral reefs, and the only small half that was exposed was covered by "floating shadows".

Slowly, he told himself that even though he knew that he was hidden, he couldn't help but feel his heart beat wildly, and he knew that these guards were very vigilant, and if he made a little noise, he would probably lose all his efforts.

Thankfully, there was a big herring, he told himself, and he helped me get all the attention of the guards.

The big herring was huge, and when he swam, the rapids were repeated, and the guards had to stop him for questioning, so even if the little crocodile made some noise, they probably couldn't hear it.

Still, he walked cautiously......

It's just ahead! After walking some distance, the little crocodile reminded himself that his heart was pounding wildly, and that danger awaited him ahead.

The Ancient Dragon Hall is an important place, and both sides are closely protected, with a tall arrow tower towering aside, on which sharp-eyed archers stand guard day and night.

The little crocodile knew that if he wanted to dive in, he would have to slip under the nose of the shooter, so how could that be? No matter how small his body is, it is impossible for him, at the request of his father, those guards have the ability to "see mosquitoes like mountains".

Fortunately, he has a "floating shadow".

It's too late to turn back, he told himself, fuck back, I'm going to give it a go, just like I jumped off the dragon pass five years ago. I like this, I want to do something meaningful, I am the future king of the Great River Basin, I don't like to sit in front of Hualongguan like a waste.

So he tightened his cloak and slowly walked towards the marksman's field of vision.

Inside, he told himself that now he could see me.

Did he see me? Is he looking at me? Thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning, and before he knew it, he was halfway gone.

"Who? Hold it! ”

Just as the little crocodile was halfway through and his mind was slightly calm, he suddenly heard the shooter on the arrow tower shouting loudly, and in an instant, cold sweat trickled down his back, but his soul came out of his body.

"It's me," and then, he heard the voice of the big herring ring, so wonderful, so rough, "I'll bring soup to the king." ”

The little crocodile could almost feel that there was a sharp gaze, sweeping from top to bottom, like the legendary clairvoyant from the South Heavenly Gate down to inspect the world.

"Let's go inside."

Just as the little crocodile's heart was about to jump out of his throat, he heard the marksman say this, and then looked away.

He didn't notice me, the little crocodile thought, and couldn't help but feel a wave of ecstasy.

Thankfully I have a Shadow, he thought, this was given to me by my father, and now I use it against my father.

He felt ashamed, was I really right to do this? Even if what the old trout said was true, so what?

He's my father! Whatever he did, it wasn't a reason for me to drug him and steal his token!

He was almost about to deny himself, however, at this time, he was already riding a tiger, and the big herring entered the ancient dragon hall, and the pot of soup was delivered to his father, and he also came to the window and saw everything in the room.

Father sat on the throne with a small jar of blood in his hand, and he was playing with the crystal jar, with curiosity and anticipation in his eyes.

What's that? The little crocodile thought to himself, whose blood is that?

He thought of the words he saw before, testing dragon blood? Is that the blood of my father? He's going to test if he's turned into a dragon?

I didn't have time to think about it so much, the big herring put the soup bowl on the table, and my father put down the crystal jar and looked at the pot of soup, which seemed a little strange.

"It's not time yet, is it?" The Ancient Dragon King said so.

"Uh......" The big herring became very sluggish, he always was, only when someone interrogated him, his IQ immediately plummeted.

Father frowned, he was also familiar with the temper of the big herring, he glared at him, as if he wanted to lose his temper, but looked at the time on the wall again.

In an instant, the little crocodile lost its breath nervously, if the big herring was blamed, it was very likely that he would be confessed, and it would be over.

Don't blame him, the little crocodile roars in his heart, his father is your good brother, don't blame him......

Da Qingyu's father is the right-hand man of the ancient dragon king, he died in the battle of the kings, and his father has always been very good to Da Qingyu in order to commemorate him.

"It's pretty much the same," sure enough, his father didn't blame him, "take a bowl and go down." ”

That's great! The little crocodile couldn't help but clench his fists, and things went in the direction he expected.

However, he couldn't help but wonder if his father was so kind and magnanimous, was he really the kind of vile villain in the mouth of the old trout?

In the house, the big herring was like being pardoned, he picked up a spoon and a small bowl, filled a bowl of soup, held it with both hands and handed it to his father, who took it, and the big herring saluted and retired.

Drink, drink, the little crocodile watched this scene by the window, and the big herring passed by him, but he was hiding in a red algae flower, so the big herring didn't notice him.

The father picked up the bowl, sniffed the soup, then tilted the bowl and opened his mouth, and the soup poured in.

After drinking this bowl, my father seemed to be not satisfied, so he put the small bowl aside, and then stretched out his big paws, grabbed the large bowl made of the shell of the jade mussel, and poured all the soup down.

The little crocodile exhaled softly, his heart full of joy that he had accomplished, he knew that his plan had succeeded, his father was about to fall asleep, and he would soon be able to go in and steal the token.

Thinking back on the dangers along the way, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief, as if he had lifted some kind of extremely heavy burden.

Hey, no, why hasn't my father fallen asleep yet?

The little crocodile's eyes widened, and he saw that after drinking the full dose of the sleeping pill, his father had opened his eyes wide, as if he had not felt sleepy at all, and continued to play with the crystal jar containing half a tube of blood.

What's going on? The little crocodile felt a burst of surprise, this is so strange, why is his father still not asleep?

Then, even more incredibly, the little crocodile saw that his father actually stood up, turned around, and then slowly walked towards the back.

What's behind? A large piece of crystal, which took up half of the wall, my father walked up to the crystal and looked at it carefully, as if he was thinking about something.

What is my father doing? The little crocodile thought to himself, curiosity gnawed at his heart like a poisonous snake, and he stared at his father carefully, and he couldn't understand why his father hadn't fallen yet.

Instead of falling, he got up, and oh my God, isn't that outrageous? Could it be that he still has to fight a set of punches?

At this time, the little crocodile saw that his father stretched out his right paw and tapped it on the huge crystal.

What is this for? The little crocodile thought to himself, and the next moment, his eyes suddenly widened.

He saw something on the huge crystal that was a corner of the palace, where seaweed floated quietly and a small fish kept shuttling......

This is...... For a moment, the little crocodile had a guess in his heart.

The father raised his right paw and waved it lightly in the air, it was a gesture of "turning the book", and the next moment, the picture on the crystal suddenly changed.

The little crocodile saw that this was another corner of the palace, and several turtle women were washing clothes and talking about something.

The father waved his hand again and again, and the picture on the crystal kept changing, and suddenly, the little crocodile saw a familiar white figure.

It's her! For a moment, the little crocodile felt like he was breathing stagnantly.

It's the woman in white, where is she? Yes, it's in a hospital bed, which is a place for guests to recuperate.

The perspective of the picture is from top to bottom, and the little crocodile can even clearly see that the woman in white is lying on the bed, sleeping, and there is a section of incense on her bedside table that is about to burn out.

How so...... The little crocodile thought of the room, although he hadn't been there a few times, but he remembered the layout inside, from top to bottom, from top to bottom...... Then he suddenly remembered that there was a huge blue crystal hanging on the roof of that room...... It's the same as the one in front of my father.

In an instant, the little crocodile understood everything, he felt a chill down his spine, it was surveillance, he told himself that his father was watching the whole palace, and everyone's whereabouts were under his control...... How could he do that......

The father seemed particularly interested in the woman in white, and he looked at her carefully, as if trying to see something in the picture.

The little crocodile thought of his father's words:

"That woman is our enemy."

Is she our enemy? Perhaps, but she saved me...... The little crocodile thought of the silver light again, and in the last moments, the silver light had been enveloping him, shielding him from the black miasma......

He felt anxious, and even had an urge in his heart to rush to the room where the woman in white was, and tell her that she was being watched.

However, he can't, he has more important things to do, he asks for proof, to find out whether his grandfather is the culprit of the "black hand", and whether his father is a liar.

But why didn't my father fall asleep? Could it be that I want to match it wrong? He couldn't help but start doubting himself again.

At that moment, he saw his father wave his paw again, and the picture turned to another corner of the palace.

For a moment, another thought took over the little crocodile's heart:

Is my father spying on me?

He immediately recalled the furnishings of his room, there was no blue crystal, and he told himself, with a sense of relief in his heart, it seemed that his father still had a bottom line, at least he did not spy on his only son.

The picture turned one by one, and sure enough, as the little crocodile expected, there was no room for him.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time couldn't help but feel guilty that my father had spied on everyone, but not me, proving that he loved me, and I was here to drug him......

Just as he was thinking this, he saw a strange picture appear in the blue crystal:

It was a crocodile's face, small, with delicate eyebrows.

Behind that face were red algae flowers fluttering and swaying, and in front of that face were window lattices made of purple metal......