When Jinghe Longjun heard Prime Minister Guicheng's suggestion, his eyes swept back and forth between Shang Biao and his nominal wife, and he didn't make up his mind for a long time.

Prime Minister Kametsu only knew that Dragon Ball had the power to resurrect the dead, but he didn't know that life here does not just refer to healing, but to reproduction.

If you want to reproduce the real dragon offspring, you need to combine the yin and yang essence in the dragon balls of both sides, and then be conceived by the mother to produce a dragon egg containing the blood of the true dragon. Without the combination of Dragon Ball essence, what was born was a hybrid dragon species.

Therefore, the suggestion put forward by Prime Minister Gui Cheng really made Jinghe Longjun a little embarrassed.

Although he and Sanniang are not husband and wife, they also have the name of husband and wife.

Let Sanniang's dragon ball enter the body of this human being, if it spreads, the green seaweed on his Jinghe Dragon Monarch's head can grow all over Jinghe, and it will become a joke of the dragon clan.

Seeing that Long Jun seemed to have something unspeakable, although the old and refined Prime Minister Turtle didn't know the secrets, but with his understanding of Long Yuan, he felt that his suggestion should be a bit taboo.

"If the Dragon Monarch can't bear the damage of the third princess to the cultivation, then he has no choice but to put our Jinghe Dragon Ball in the body of this human being, and maintain his vitality through the water spirit essence condensed by the Dragon Ball."

Although the Jinghe Dragon Ball and the Dragon Ball of the Dragon Clan have the same name, the former is a treasure that has been born and raised, absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon, and has been formed over thousands of years. If you get it, you can control a water. Its importance is not at all comparable to the Dragon Balls that the Dragon Clan's own cultivation has condensed.

"Brother Wang is still hesitating about something, are you really going to use our Jinghe Dragon Ball to save this ant? Hmph, there is a saying that people gather by groups and things by like, this ugly monster is worthy of the same lowly human beings, Brother Wang cares about the status of husband and wife, then let me do it. ”

Hearing Long Ling's words, Jinghe Longjun's eyes lit up, grabbed his sister's outstretched arm and said, "Little sister, no matter what she says, she is also your sister-in-law." If she uses her dragon balls to save people, it will become a joke of the Four Seas Clan.

Why don't you be wronged and lend the Dragon Ball to this human body temporarily. Even if it is spread out, with the relationship between this human race and Emperor Huaguang, it will not be an insult to our dragon clan. ”

"Brother Wang, I, I ......"

Long Ling's eyes widened, and he finally understood what it meant to lift a stone and hit himself in the foot.

"What, it's rare for Brother Wang to beg you once, and it's related to the life and death of our Jinghe Dragon Palace, little sister, don't you want to!"

Jinghe Longjun said in an unhappy tone, his eyes were like sharp swords, and the piercing dragon spirit did not dare to raise his head.

"Okay, for the sake of our Dragon Palace, I agreed. However, Brother Wang has to hand over this person to me to deal with, and there is no one in the Dragon Palace who is more suitable to guard him than me, my dragon ball is in his body, even if he wants to, he can't escape. ”

Long Ling's tone was resentful, and the grievances on his face made Jinghe Longjun a little unbearable.

"Yes, as long as he doesn't die, it doesn't matter what happens. But little sister, you have to be careful, don't let him commit suicide. ”

Long Jun only thought that his sister wanted to take out his anger on this human being, and he didn't think much about it, and happily handed Shang Biao into the hands of Long Ling.

A dragon ball that was half smaller than what Long Jun used to extinguish the flames spat out of the dragon spirit's mouth and slowly floated into Shang Biao's body.

The dragon spirit's hundreds of years of cultivation were transformed from dragon balls into vitality, nourishing Shang Biao's broken body.

"Okay, this is the case, you all quit, this monarch will re-strengthen the formation of the Bihai Palace, in case there are more humans with bad intentions from sneaking in."

"Long Yuan, even if you imprison me for the rest of your life, you don't want me to take the initiative to return to Dongting Lake. When your father comes to collect the Jinghe Dragon Ball, it will be your death! ”

Sanniang looked at Jinghe Longjun coldly, and her eyes revealed bitter hatred.

As long as she doesn't take the initiative to leave the Jinghe Dragon Palace, according to the agreement, Long Yuan must sacrifice the Dragon Ball.

And once she couldn't stand it anymore and took the initiative to leave Jinghe and return to Dongting Lake, Long Yuan would have countless reasons to explain the suffering she suffered in Jinghe Dragon Palace, and use her initiative to leave as an excuse to break the contract with confidence.

"Hmph, that's a little early. Benjun just wants to get together and disperse, don't force Benjun to tear his face, otherwise do you think Benjun only has this means! ”

Jinghe Longjun snorted coldly, threw his sleeves and left.

The gate of the Bihai Hall closed, and the light of the formation that lingered around it was even more dazzling than before.

Shang Biao was taken by the dragon spirit to board the white jade car, and the dragon horse stepped on the waves with four hooves and quickly disappeared. No one noticed that a sesame-seed-sized insect fell off the mussel girl's clothes and floated out of the Dragon Palace silently.

......

A few hours later, dozens of miles away from Lao Longtan, Shang Biao's evil spirit looked at the actor in front of him who was covered in black robes and couldn't see his face clearly.

"Zi"

strangled the extra insects on his body at some point, and the momentum on Shang Biao's body gradually climbed.

"The main quest props, I know you've got them."

Listening to the tone of the black-robed man, Shang Biao was shocked, he didn't know how the good soul got it, but why was this person so convinced.

And even the good soul is trapped in the Dragon Palace, how can the other party get out. Questions rose in his heart one after another, and Shang Biao said in a deep voice: "What if you get it?" ”

"Lend it to me."

The black-robed man's tone was flat and without a trace of emotion, making Shang Biao wonder if he was talking to a living person.

"Funny, who do you think you are! Borrow if you want, I'm not your father, I'm so used to you! ”

With the magic sword in his hand, Shang Biao was not prepared to say anything to the other party, nor was he ready to make a move so close to the Jing River. Now it is imperative to send the letter to Dongting Lake as soon as possible, otherwise it will be preempted by others and lose the opportunity, and the good soul will be sacrificed in vain.

"Then fight, worm devourer."

The black mist formed by several clouds of insects attacked Shang Biao from all directions, and the black-robed man had already prepared, which showed that he was not determined to trade.

"Boom~"

The fire light generated by the burst of the True Fire Talisman shone on the black-robed man's body through the insect cloud, and several insect clouds drilled out of the black-robed man's wide sleeves to fill the burned insects.

"Escape."

A flash of silver light broke through the insect cloud and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Shang Biao rose with his sword and walked neatly.

It's not that he's afraid of this black-robed man, but he's just worried that he will be discovered by the Jinghe Water Tribe, and it will be troublesome to attract chasing soldiers. After all, as long as they saw Shang Biao's face, it was not difficult for those people in Jinghe Dragon Palace to think of the relationship between good and evil souls.

ps: Another colleague died young, and he finally became a platinum god and left, so writing is really a high-risk industry. I hope heaven doesn't, and the god in the grid doesn't have to stay up late to code words!! Please also ask Lao Tie to be tolerant of the authors who have been working hard to update for a long time, don't be sarcastic at every turn, otherwise the heart really can't stand it!