Mu Zisu calmed down the excitement in her heart and said to the black dragon: "You, can you cry again?" ”

"Why?"

These are the words of a compassionate dragon?!

"Didn't you watch the drought in Kyushu back then, and the wails were all over the field, but-"

"Whew! I was forced! The black dragon's voice sounded very sad and angry, and he added, "But if you can beat me, I can still consider it." ”

Xiao Xian also felt familiar.

The villagers were a little panicked after listening to Heilong's words, could Mu Zisu beat it?

Mu Zisu concentrated her energy and probed Jiaolong's strength, and she was shocked.

How can this two-hundred-and-five-year-old dragon be so powerful? His tears have the power to turn the clouds and rain, could it be that he is the legendary ancient beast - the candle dragon!?

But she still has to fight! She must not let the villagers suffer, let alone let those ninth-rate monks see her jokes!

Qiao Shuying said to the villagers: "You will be ready to collect her body in a while," she sneered: "She is still the same as before, she is not self-sufficient!" ”

The candle dragon didn't know what he saw, and his tone suddenly became very frightened. "You! You! You! ”

Xiao Xian raised his head and smiled kindly at him.

Very kind!

This familiar figure...... This familiar smile...... And the familiar feeling of being beaten on my body!!

"Why are you again!"

And he said! Who knows how to break the seal except this person!

The crowd was even more dazed, and he ...... Who is it?

Everyone looked at Xiao Xian, it couldn't be him, and looked behind them, there was no master.

"Little girl, did you just say that I should cry? Okay, the candle dragon will cry to you with mercy! ”

Half an hour later, a large area of dark clouds gathered in the vast sky of Nanzhan Buzhou, and after a burst of thunder that seemed to wake up everything, the rain poured in an instant. The people of Nanzhan Buzhou rushed outside to bask in the long-awaited heavy rain.

- This must be the mercy of the gods.

No one knew that when there was a drought in Kyushu, Candle Dragon did not shed tears of relief because he saw the pity of all living beings. It cried, purely by being beaten by someone riding on the neck.

And this person is Xiao Xian.

So Xiao Xian, the initiator, of course knows the correct way to use Di Tianlu.

"If nothing else, I'll take my leave!"

The candle dragon, who was originally proud of the group, suddenly became humble?

Mu Zisu was stunned for a moment, "Then, there will be a period later." ”

As he spoke, the candle dragon disappeared as soon as he slipped away, and he still had palpitations after flying far away.

- How could that man be here! Could it be that he's here to beat himself up again?! If it weren't for him, how could it have been sealed in that broken bead for a hundred years! Damn, it's good that I slipped away quickly.

The villagers were immersed in the joy of cheering, and someone said, "Thanks to Mr. Crooked!" ”

She looked at Xiao Xian, who was looking up to feel the raindrops.

What kind of crooked hit, that stupid dragon only ran away when he saw him. Was Master really so terrifying before, he was scared and cried to others......

The monks who could have taken advantage of the fire to make a lot of money were also extinguished with the arrival of this heavy rain. No matter how much they think, they feel unwilling!

At this moment, a cyan figure fell from the sky. Seeing that it was Elder Xuan Ming who came, several people greeted each other respectfully.

"Yes, it seems that you have already found the drops of heavenly dew, and you are worthy of being a child of my Shenxiao faction, and I will have a heavy reward after I go back." He smiled contemptuously: "Loose cultivation is always loose cultivation, and I dare to argue with the Shenxiao Sect and bring humiliation on myself!" ”

Several people looked at each other for a while, and a male cultivator said, "Master, it's because we are not doing things well, and this drop of heavenly dew is not the ...... we obtained."

Xuan Ming was shocked, "What did you say?!" ”

"I don't know what the dead girl named Mu Zisu is, the dragon in the dripping sky dew was so frightened when she saw her."

Xuan Ming was shocked, "Mu Zisu?!" ”

When Mu Zisu and Xiao Xian were enjoying the rain under the melon shed, they suddenly heard someone call her name, and Mu Zisu looked back and saw that it was a middle-aged man in a green robe with a kind face. He was followed by the five monks.

"What's the matter, it's raining down, and you still want to ask us for money? Go away. ”

Xuan Ming smiled more and more kindly, "Zisu, it's me, have you forgotten?" ”

Mu Zisu looked him up and down for a long time with half-squinted eyes, "Who are you?" ”

Xuan Ming's smile became stiff, "Danfeng Academy, do you remember?" I'm the head of the hall. ”