Perhaps for Liqing, the commemoration of the day of rain is relatively uneventful, but for me, it is not dull at all. The pen, fun, and pavilion www.biquge.info is not only bland, but also quite subversive.

As I walked around, the sun gradually tilted to the west. Liqing said, "Let's go back", and then, without turning back and walking, the scene in front of me suddenly changed, and I found myself standing at the door of my room.

However, the architectural style of Borezhai has not changed back to the modern style, and the river around me is still meandering into the distance, and the afterglow of the setting sun is reflected on the water waves, sparkling like gold.

Hu Liqing looked a little tired, so she went back to the house, closed the door, and didn't say anything again.

I looked at the time, it was almost time to cook, since there were no other commemorations today, the meal still had to be eaten on time, and I couldn't go hungry.

But before I cooked, I decided to satisfy my curiosity.

I wanted to go out into the street to see if the bar building was what I saw when I first came here, and to see if the plaque said "Boring Zhai".

So I walked through the corridor, through the hallway, and towards the front door.

Although I was panicked when I first entered this place, and I didn't remember everything very well, my instincts were not wrong, and it was indeed the same as I had seen it before.

This time, I walked slowly, carefully observing the furnishings around me, and I felt a sense of intimacy. Whether it is the hall or the inner room, the whole building is very quaint and elegant, and the layout is very large, but it is not luxurious or exquisite, it is the kind of antique elegance. I felt that the layout of this house was less feminine, and it was more appropriate to look like a house for men.

It's probably been around for a long time, right? Maybe I don't see it too many times, only twice a month at most, but I'm already a member of this place, so I naturally feel a strange affection for this place.

Walking to the first hall, sure enough, I was not mistaken, the huge painting of the white dragon was vividly spread on the wall of the hall. The white dragon looked at me with gentle eyes.

Perhaps, it has always looked at everyone so tenderly.

If you are a dragon, it should be a Protoss, right? That's what my newborn memories told me.

But the white dragon in this painting is heroic and noble, but it is not as indifferent and emotionless as the river god I remember or I have just worshipped. Its eyes are vivid, not looking at everything, but looking at everything.

Of course, it's not just me that's on it, it's another uninvited guest now.

I noticed another person standing in the hall, with his back to me, facing the white dragon in the painting, and there was a slight chill emanating from his body.

Although the man had long black hair that reached his waist and was wearing a wide black robe, he could clearly distinguish that he was a man. Because he is tall and broad-shouldered, he is a good figure of the first class.

Perhaps hearing my footsteps, the man turned slightly, turned his head sideways towards me, and glanced at me with red eyes as bright as jewels.

"After ...... Xu, Boss Xu! "I didn't know what to say for a while.

Hou Qing was dressed in ancient costume, swaggering in our hall, and seemed to be in a very unhappy mood from his expression. Probably because Boredom has returned to the appearance that people can't see, so he is now simply showing his true face, a sickly appearance with a pale complexion and bright red lips.

After Hou Qing gave me a cold look, he completely ignored me. Originally, in his eyes, I couldn't even compare to a speck of dust.

He just looked at the white dragon in the painting gloomily.

Suddenly, there was a strange white weapon in his hand.

The weapon was a slightly dull white with a strange shape, but I was sure it was a knife, and it was a knife made from the bones of some kind of creature. You must not think that the bone knife is not sharp and dangerous, it depends on whose bone knife it is.

Hou Qing held the bone knife in his hand, and swung it at the scroll on the wall.

I exclaimed with an "ahhh

Did he want to ruin this picture of the white dragon?

At the moment when the blade was about to touch the scroll, the scroll suddenly emitted a burst of dazzling white light, and then, only to hear the crisp sound of "dang", the bone knife seemed to have slashed at some hard object and was bounced back.

The light dissipated, and three dots shone faintly on the dragon's body in the scroll.

"Sure enough," Hou Qing muttered to himself, "there are actually three dragon scales left here." Isn't this kind of thing a felony? ”

What scales? The dragon scales of the white dragon?

Even the small scales have such a powerful power, can even the magic weapon attacks of the ancient demon gods be resisted?

But at this time, I didn't know that he was the god of war, and I didn't know that even if the god of war was a portrait, I didn't need to worry about it as a mortal. I was just impatient in my heart, worried that Hou Qing would ruin the painting, so when he gathered his strength for the second time, and even the bone blade glowed with a faint blood-red light, I took out the Minnie Mouse lighter that Liqing gave me from my pocket at a loss.

There was a "click", and the lighter went on. As if I knew what was going on in my mind, this time the lighter did not burn calmly, but spewed out a large cloud of turquoise flames. The flames instantly rushed towards Hou Qing, wrapping around his bone blade like life.

Hou Qing was taken aback, and a crimson light erupted all over his body, and the red blood light was entangled with the emerald fox fire, and the fight was inextricable.

I didn't expect this lighter to be so powerful, I heard Liqing say that it was dangerous to use this to "burn them", and I thought she was joking. Now it seems that this is not a joke, the flames spewed by this fire machine, even Hou Qing feels difficult to deal with, let alone those low-level monsters.

For me, this is really a life-saving artifact!

But at the moment, I don't plan to use this against Hou Qing, I just don't want him to destroy this painting.

Regardless of whether the word white dragon can be mentioned or not, and no matter what Lichun told me, I just think that since Liqing left the portrait of the white dragon here, then she should attach great importance to this painting.

I don't want the paintings that Li Qing values to be destroyed, and I don't want to see Li Qing sad.

The blood light on Hou Qing's body quickly extinguished the green fox fire, his breath cooled, and he turned his head to stare at me with a pair of dark red blood pupils.

My hairs stood on end, and I realized that my actions might have caused me to kill myself.

But before I could really fall into fear, Hu Liqing's slightly angry voice had already come from behind me.

"Shining, what's going on?"

Li Qing appeared at the door of the hall, although she called my name in her mouth, her bright eyes stared straight at Hou Qing who was standing in the middle of the hall, and her eyes were extremely sharp.

Hou Qing looked at her in ancient costume, the corners of her lips twitched slightly, and she smiled. In the form of a zombie king, his smile is very bewitching, which makes people's hearts beat.

"It's nothing, it's just that I remember that in your heart such a day seems to be unusual, so come and see the excitement. But the god of war left the dragon scales here, this is a violation of the heavens, and he is not afraid of causing you trouble? ”

Hu Liqing said coldly: "It's none of your business, you are not welcome here." ”

Hou Qing stared at her silently for a while, then suddenly turned around and walked towards the door, her long black hair suddenly rose in the air, and then slowly fell back, leaving a very chic back.

"Shining, go back." When Hou Qing's back disappeared from sight, Hu Liqing said to me lightly.

When I returned to my room, I was surprised to find a small clay pot wrapped in red silk next to the picture frame I had placed on my desk.

In the photo frame, the smiles of our family of three are as bright as the sun.

I felt my nose sour slightly. This is for my parents who are no longer alive, right? Rain red silk and stew.

I don't know who put it here, but whoever it is, it doesn't matter, because I have developed an inexplicable sense of belonging in my heart, which fills my heart with joy and gratitude.