Outside the house, thunder continued, the wind howled, mountains and rocks flew in all directions, and the two little people in the house hugged each other tightly, their faces full of fear of the terrifying vision.

From awakening to the present, the two of them have encountered wild boars, wild monkeys and other creatures at most, how have they ever seen such a terrifying scene.

"Are we going to die?"

Pingxin looked out of the window in the wind and rain, his teeth chattered, and a pair of wet little hands tightly clasped the muscles on the young man's back through his clothes, almost deducting blood.

"No, youkai should just be passing by"

In the darkness, the boy's eyes were full of fear, and his mouth was still comforting the girl in his arms.

As if they were laughing at the two of them, thunder, wind and rain, increased, and the whole bamboo house was crumbling, as if it would be overturned at any time.

"How can there be such a heavy rain, such a strong wind?"

Pingxin, who had been living in the greenhouse, was frightened, and his body trembled uncontrollably, like a sheep going crazy.

"Youkai, youkai are passing by......"

The boy couldn't calm down anymore, and the words of comfort in his mouth turned into babbling.

The top of the bamboo house was suddenly lifted, and the torrential rain and strong wind poured in, and the two of them suddenly turned into soup chickens.

Flying stones and branches flew in, smashing the two of them with a burst of pain.

The boy opened his arms, pressed Pingxin under him, gritted his teeth, and resisted the pain without saying a word.

A strong wind struck, and the bamboo house was directly torn apart, and the two of them completely lost their barriers, and the stones and branches suddenly increased several times, and the young man's forehead and face were full of blood.

"Don't"

Ping Xin struggled to block for the boy, but her strength was too small, and the boy easily pressed down.

After a long time, the thunder and lightning disappeared, and the wind and rain became smaller.

The black shadow like a mountain that hovered in the sky before turned into a young man with a golden body radiating golden light, a dragon horn on his forehead, dragon scales on his face, and black armor.

"Hey, how can your body shape be so similar to the innate Dao body manifested by this king?"

Pingxin in the boy's arms raised his head, his face full of panic and rain and leaves.

"I didn't expect that such a moving god would be born in this place where the aura is thin."

The young man apparently regarded the two as newborn gods.

And I was kind to the girl, and I became interested.

"It's just, why don't you have any mana?"

A hint of suspicion flashed in the young man's eyes.

According to his experience, those who possess the innate Dao body have cultivated to a certain level.

The boy and his heart were silent, they couldn't understand what this terrifying-looking creature was saying.

The young man landed in front of the two of them, and reached out a hand covered with dragon scales and poked it towards Pingxin's delicate chin, completely ignoring the young man.

"What are you doing?"

The young man pulled Pingxin behind him, his face angry.

After more than 30 sunrises and sunsets, he has come to regard Pingxin as his lover.

Ping Xin herself was also scared, she didn't expect this terrifying guy in front of her to be interested in her.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and a playful look flashed on his face, as the son of Zulong, from birth to the present, what he wanted, there was nothing he couldn't get.

How many powerful and beautiful banshees, with a look from him, will take the initiative to prostrate under him.

"Do you know who this king is?"

Although the young man was afraid, he still said strongly: "I don't care about you, dare to make a peaceful idea, I will fight with you!" ”

The young man's interest was even greater, and no matter what tribe he had visited, even if he had been fortunate enough to meet the chief's wife, no one had said anything.

"This king's name is Ao Qing, and he is the youngest son of Zulong, uh, you shouldn't know what Zulong is, Zulong is the first of the three strong people today"

The young man glared at Ao Qing viciously and said nothing.

The wind and rain died down at some point, and the night became very dark.

Ao Qing said a few more words, seeing that the young man didn't react, he lost interest in continuing the conversation, stretched out his hand to reach out to the pretty face of Pingxin, and met the young man's obstruction in the middle, with a soft snort, the young man's mouth and nose were bleeding, and his head was tilted to the side.

"You don't want to die, don't die......"

Pingxin hugged the boy tightly, and tears came out of his eyes.

Although they haven't been together for a long time, she has already regarded the teenager as her support.

"As a woman who is the king, she can have whatever she wants"

Ao Qing suddenly withdrew his hand and said in a seductive tone.

Ping Xin didn't know when there was a sharp beast bone in his hand, and he stabbed into the abdomen without hesitation, and the blood stained the animal skin clothes red in a moment.

Ao Qing stood up, her mouth slugging.

"Weak creatures, you don't know the strength of this king, as long as this king doesn't want you to die, you can't die"

A golden light emanated from Ao Qing's body and landed on Ping Xin's body.

The horrible injury suddenly returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

"Don't think I'll give in to you"

The beast bone in Pingxin's hand stabbed at him again, and this time the position became the heart.

But before she could touch her heart, a leaf-stained hand stopped her.

"You're not dead"

Pingxin looked at the young man who came back to life, and cried with joy.

The young man smiled slightly, turned around, disappeared, and reappeared, a small hand holding Ao Qing's neck, lifting him in the air like a little chicken.

Calmly stunned, the small mouth grows and can be stuffed into an egg.

"Ben, this king, is the son of the ancestral dragon, you, dare, dare to ......"

Ao Qing's words were intermittent.

To the effect that he is the son of Zulong, and if the boy kills him, there will be no good end or something.

"Coincidentally, I'm also a descendant of the dragon"

The young man laughed and carried Ao Qing to the river.

"In myths and legends, dragons are killed by the river, and I will be by the river and draw your dragon tendons!"

Ao Qing was taken aback, the dragon tendon is the root of the dragon, if the dragon tendon is drawn, he will definitely not live for a moment.

Just when Ao Qing wanted to continue to scare the boy with his identity, a hand like an iron tong was inserted into his back.

There was a sharp pain that hurt into the bone marrow, and Ao Qing saw that there was an extra milky white dragon tendon on the young man's hand.

"Give me back the dragon tendons, give me back ......"

The son of the dragon, who was just let me play with the beauties of the world, became a poor worm kneeling on the ground and begging.

The boy didn't react at all, it's not a pity that this arrogant and domineering lewd dragon died!

"Father, Father, save me......"

Ao Qing used all his strength to call for help.

In the East China Sea, under the endless ocean, in a deep palace, the ancestral dragon wearing a dragon robe opened his eyes and shot out a ray of light.

The space was torn, and Zu Long came to the river, and saw his youngest son lying on the ground like a dead dog, and the dragon tendons were gone.

The dragon tendon is the root of the dragon, and if it is as strong as an ancestral dragon, it will not be able to regenerate Ao Qing.

"Who is it, who is the one who killed the king's child!"

The poignant voice swept across the world.

……

Mount Meru, in a small courtyard of the Taoist temple, Chu Feng opened his eyes, and there was an unconscious peace in his arms.

In all fairness, it is the soil of the future.

The young man is his Chu Dao Chang.