"There are also different kinds of dragons," said the old trout, "your father can only turn into a dragon, not a real dragon at all, his blood cannot save you, he is lying to you, in order to tell everyone that he is doing this not for his own selfishness, but to save his only son!" ”

"No!" The little crocodile roared in pain, he only felt that the world was spinning, the world was completely disintegrated, and everything he was familiar with turned out to be a lie, how could he accept this? "You liar, I won't believe you!"

"This is what your grandfather's manuscript says," said the old trout, "I don't have to lie to you, I'm just telling you the truth." ”

The little crocodile howled and cried.

He really didn't want to believe all this, how could my father lie to me like this? How could he lie to me about such an important matter as repairing my origin? Oh my God, I'm just ...... I don't believe it!

However, he suddenly thought of his father's lies about Gu Long and Zhu Po Long.

We are pig dragons, why does my father have to say that we are ancient dragons? Why did he lie to me? I used to trust him so much......

The little crocodile felt a pang of pain, he now clearly knew what he was, the verified lies, like a sharp knife, slowly cut through his past cognition, and stuffed those lies into it......

"I'm going out," said the little crocodile suddenly, "I'm going out to find out all this." ”

"You can't go anywhere," said the old trout, "and wait for the damned liar to let you go, and then ask for it." ”

"No!" The little crocodile roared, "I'm going to figure it out now." ”

"You want to escape?" The old trout said, "That's impossible, unless you want to fall into the Evolution Dragon Pass, you don't like the Dragon Pass, do you?" Bub? ”

The little crocodile pushed open the door of the cellar, and he heard the sound of flames rushing, and the flames rolled under his feet like a tidal wave, and he trembled all over, and his mind went blank.

"Don't think of sending you to death," said the old trout, "I tell you this because I think you are different from your father, and I hope that you will be useful enough to save the thousands of people in this great river." ”

The little crocodile shuddered and saved thousands of water tribes, just like my grandfather? Once upon a time, this was his dream, and that kid didn't have a hero's dream anymore? Like my grandfather, defeat the Black Hand and save thousands of water tribes!

But, no, my grandfather is a liar, and I am not going to defeat the black hand, but the ...... It's fucking my own father!

He prefers to believe that all this is fake, that the old trout is crazy, that he made it all up nonsense, so he must go out and find out.

The flames were still churning under his feet, the miasma rustled, and the little crocodile fell into an ice cellar, and the experience of earlier came back to his mind, he was wrapped in a layer of silver light, and the black miasma surged up......

He couldn't help but regress, it was too terrible, he didn't want to get close to Hualong Pass in his life!

However, as soon as he took two steps back, he immediately had a crazy impulse in his heart, I want to go to verify, I want to find out, all this is fake!

Yes, he can't wait for a second, there is a huge fluctuation in his heart, his whole world has been destroyed, he must repair it non-stop, otherwise he will definitely go crazy!

So, he took two more steps and stood at the edge of the cellar door, looking down.

The dragon was roaring, the little crocodile's heart was trembling, he wanted to retreat, but another impulse in his heart was pushing him forward.

Earlier, the voice said, even if it's death, you're going to have to figure out to me what the fuck is going on with all this!

Going forward, even if it's death, I'm going to figure out what the fuck is going on with all this!

The little crocodile told himself, and the next moment, he took a deep breath and tried to keep his eyes open and look ahead.

What's ahead? It was a log, black and blue, covered with droplets, damp and rotten in many places.

The log was no more than a foot thick, straight between the cellar and the palace, and it was the only way to get through, and there was no other way.

Such a single-plank bridge, when you walk on it, under your feet is the roaring Dragon Pass, the flames and miasma open their mouths wide, revealing their sharp teeth, even the most iron-hearted man, you can't help but tremble.

However, this is not the most terrible thing, although the log is narrow, damp and rotten, if it is not fixed, the little crocodile can still climb over it with its small size.

However, the two ends of the log are each inserted into a wide square groove, the size of the groove is just enough to accommodate the log to roll in it, so that when you step on the log, you are carefully walking the tightrope, and you feel that you are walking well, the log may suddenly turn and throw you off the dragon.

The direction, speed, and timing of the rotation of the log are completely unpredictable, so it is impossible to talk about how to deal with it, and for thousands of years, I don't know how many aquarists have died because of this thin log.

The little crocodile looked at the log, and he had heard the rumors about it, so he couldn't help but shudder.

"Boy," said the old trout in a deep voice, he thought that the little crocodile was afraid of the dragon pass, so he would never dare to set foot on the log, but things were a little different from what he imagined, "don't be stupid, I tell you these things in the hope that you will be useful, not to send you to death." ”

"Tell me," said the little crocodile tremblingly, "where shall I go if I ask for proof of these things." ”

The easiest way, of course, is to find my father and question him face to face. But the little crocodile didn't dare, and if what the old trout said was true, he couldn't believe the consequences of doing so.

What would a father do? What would his father do to him? Thinking of the fate of the old trout, he couldn't help but feel numb, and for a moment, his father seemed to have become a stranger.

"Your father's treasure trove," the old trout told him, "your grandfather's manuscript is in it, and some of the frozen Rainbow Liquids we brought back, and if you're lucky, you may be able to find the thorny balls that failed to be cultivated." ”

Father's Treasure Trove...... The little crocodile was ethereal, he thought of the octagonal glazed well, his father had always cherished and cared for it, and even he rarely got the opportunity to enter it.

He felt a dilemma in his heart, he knew that the treasure vault was guarded by a formation, and there was only one way to get in, and that was to steal his father's token.

However, the father's token is always carried with him, and only on rare occasions will the father give the token to someone else and ask someone to help him go to the treasure vault to retrieve something.

If he wants to sneak into the treasure vault, he must first steal his father's token, however, how is that possible?

Then he realized that the whole thing, whether it was escaping from the cellar or slipping into the treasure vault, was almost impossible.

If found...... The little crocodile's heart trembled, and now he didn't even dare to question his father in person, if he found out that he wanted to steal the token and sneak into the treasure vault, the consequences would be unimaginable.

For a moment, he retreated in his heart.

Give up, even if you can escape the cellar? You can't sneak into the treasure vault, it's useless, you'll either fail and be caught, or you'll stumble into the Dragon Pass, burned by the flames, and consumed by the miasma......

The little crocodile felt a heavy heart, as if a great shadow had covered it, and this shadow had drained him of all his strength, so that he could not do anything, and he stood in a daze at the door of the cellar, with a thin log in front of him reaching to the other side.

However, when he thought of the lies, the ruined legends, and the two times he jumped into the Dragon Pass, he felt a fire burning in his heart, no, it wasn't strong enough, he had a volcano erupting in his heart, the magma rolling down, and the smoke piercing the sky like a sharp sword, and he gained new energy for this, and decided to take his first step.

The Ancient Dragon King

He looked at the blood-stained cloth that the doctor had brought, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

"She didn't find out, did she?" The big crocodile said.

"I was kind enough to clean up the bloodstained cloth, and she should be grateful to me and not suspicious of anything." The gaunt doctor said this, slowly, little by little, carefully wringing out the remnants of blood from the cloth.

"Very well," said the Ancient Dragon King with a smile, "with this blood, can we detect her bloodline?" ”

"I don't think I need to be tested," said the old doctor, "I think she is a dragon, and when she is lying in bed for treatment, I deliberately use a special technique to provoke her numb tendons, and in an instant, she exudes a powerful breath, under which I can hardly even breathe." I can't think of anything other than a dragon that could have such coercion. ”

"You haven't seen a dragon." The Ancient Dragon King said.

"I see dragons every day, dragons like you." The old doctor bowed his head deeply and said.

The ancient dragon king smiled, compared to the old trout lying in the cellar, this servant he used very easily, his sycophants were always sudden, and good sycophants were always like this.

Of course, it wasn't just sycophants, this servant was also very capable, and always humbly followed his will, never having a mind of his own.

Compared to the old trout's refusal to cultivate the Thorn Ball, and he kept speaking out, this servant is much more honest, he cultivated the Thorn Ball as quickly as possible, and then put it into use, and the ancient dragon king was very happy for this.

The old trout, alas, thought of the sound he had just heard in the cellar not long ago, and the ancient dragon king couldn't help but sigh silently.

He admitted that he was a little unkind, and even sent his old subordinates who had followed him for hundreds of years into the cellar, and also designed to frame him and make him ruined.

Lately, however, he has often wondered what is the meaning of all things in the world, and that he is the king of the great river basin, commanding thousands of water tribes, all of whom are his people, and it is natural to give a little life for him, just look at the performance of the silver carp and the lobster, according to them, those fish and shrimp are happy to roll on the thorn balls in return for his shepherding affection.

Of course, it is not excluded that there are some diehards who want to escape, and for such ungrateful people, of course he will use thunderous means to correct the law on the spot.