Chen Jian didn't expect that Bai Yao would take them to sit on the white dragon, to be precise, the three of them were using the white dragon who liked to knock people over as a mount, parading in the East China Sea unimpeded.

The madman screamed in surprise, and Chen Jian also felt novel, but a team didn't need two noisy people, so he sat quietly on the white dragon, letting the sharp fins cut his hands, and the blood flowed down the back of the fins to the white dragon, and then flowed into the blood-red East China Sea from the white dragon's body, merging with the blood and water beside him. With its legs fluttering in the warm sea, the viscous blood dragging the white dragon's body, the unknown sea monster writhed its body with all its might.

Chen Jian always felt that the legs submerged in the sea would be eaten by the creatures at the bottom at any time, but Bai Yao let him not worry, the creatures of the shallow sea were afraid of the white dragon, and the creatures of the deep sea rarely went to sea, and in the area of the sea, the white dragon was a well-deserved overlord.

"White girl, can you try it for me!" the madman asked Bai Yao in a loud voice to Bai Yao, who was sitting at the front.

"No, I can't. Bai Yao immediately refused, "This is not a simple matter, do you think anyone can be a traveler?"

"What's so hard about that. The madman complained, bending down and paddling the water with both hands, trying to help the white dragon.

Chen Jian looked at Bai Yao, remembering what had just happened, and couldn't help admiring her courage.

Bai Yao was holding his hand in his hand.

This phrase may sound outlandish, but it is true.

After leading Chen Jian and the two madmen to the coast, she immediately cut off her left hand. She told Chen Jian, who was at a loss, that the white dragon perceives the existence of people through his hands, and as long as he hangs his hands in front of the white dragon like fishing, he can move freely in the East China Sea. She chisels a hole in her left hand, makes a "fishing rod" out of the hemp rope she carries with her and a branch she picks up from the ground, and hangs her hand at the end of the rope, so that a hand rod that controls the white dragon is completed.

Then she covered her right hand with something resembling a cloth, and with only her severed left hand, she lured the white dragon over, and as the white dragon approached the shore, she urged Chen Jian and the madman to sit on it.

And then it became the current situation.

Bai Yao sat behind the white dragon's head and used his hand rod to direct the white dragon towards the Yellow Emperor Mountain, while the madman sitting behind her wanted to try. Bai Yao will definitely not give him this opportunity, manipulating the white dragon seems simple, but the actual is exquisite and complicated, and he must constantly swing his broken hand regularly in order to make the white dragon mistakenly think that there is indeed someone in front of him, and the madman obviously can't do such a precise thing.

In the constant requests of the madman and the constant refusal of Bai Yao, they arrived safely at the Yellow Emperor Mountain.

Bai Yao was the first to jump off the white dragon, followed by Chen Jian. While she took the severed hand, she urged the reluctant madman: "Come down quickly! Are you ready to live with the white dragon?"

The madman stroked the white dragon's smooth, cold scale armor—in purgatory, coldness was a gift—and said regretfully, "Let me try it next time I have the chance." ”

Bai Yao sent away: "Hurry up." The Yellow Emperor Mountain is very large, and the Yellow Emperor has hidden the artifact in all corners, and it will take a long time to find it, and if someone knows that someone has broken into the Yellow Emperor Mountain, God knows what kind of trouble it will cause. ”

I don't know if it's the name "Yellow Emperor Mountain", Chen Jian feels that this mountain is quite bold, full of dignity and majestic atmosphere, and even the flowers and trees in it are very neat, and it seems to be expressing respect for the Yellow Emperor, but this respect is now transferred to Chen Jian and others, which makes him feel that it is not a taste.

"Who is the others?" asked Chen Jian.

"It's someone other than us. Bai Yao walked in the front, looking around for a shortcut up the mountain.

"Prisoners are always looking for all sorts of things to do in Purgatory, like us travelers who are exploring the border, you are also looking for a way out, and there are also people who have a close relationship with the aborigines and spend their days running around for the relationship between people and the bird country. If that group of people knew that someone had taken an artifact from the Yellow Emperor Mountain and shook the protection of the oath, they would definitely forbid us to take the artifact. ”

Chen Jian nodded slightly, not worried about the matter.

I have traveled with the madman for a long time, and I have never met a few living people, let alone in the inaccessible place of Yellow Emperor Mountain.

"Let's kill the white dragon!" the madman suddenly suggested on the way up the mountain.

Chen Jian was accustomed to the madman's astonishing words, but Bai Yao obviously didn't follow his thoughts, she looked at him in a daze: "What did you say?" She didn't understand what prompted the madman to want to kill the mount.

"How cool is the white dragon's scale armor! Wear it on your body in the future...... "The madman danced with his hands, as if he had already obtained the cloak made of the white dragon's scale armor in his hand, and fell into a beautiful fantasy.

Bai Yao sneered: "Don't think that if you ride the white dragon, you think it's easy to bully, the travelers once hunted the white dragon, and as a result, two people are still at the bottom of the sea." She pointed to the vast sea of blood behind her, "You've been gnawed by man-eating crabs at the bottom of the sea, if you want to end up in that situation, go and kill the white dragon." ”

"That's not going to work. The madman immediately waved his hand and said, "I don't want to be like that, I can't help but be eaten in the sea, and I keep suffocating—"

"yes, you know. Bai Yao interrupted his chatter and asked Chen Jian instead, "What should I call you?"

"Just call him 'Little Maniac!'" the madman suggested.

Chen Jian frowned, thinking about the harm of revealing his identity in purgatory. He couldn't stop for too long, or others would see his thoughts, so he immediately said, "Rose, my name is Rose." ”

"Rose, good. Bai Yao nodded.

The madman suddenly said, "Your name is Rose, we haven't known each other's names for so long," he said with a straight face, "but it's a pity that I've forgotten my name." ”

"You actually forgot your name!" Bai Yao was rarely surprised, "Without a name, are you still you?"

"What do you mean?" Bai Yao talked about the philosophy of tongue-twisting, which made the madman who had always had to answer his words deflated, and he looked at Bai Yao stupidly, thinking about what she had just said.

"When we first arrived in Purgatory, we were just a bunch of meat, and if we forgot our names, what difference would we have from those beasts?" Bai Yao continued to question the madman.

"Hmm...... Reasonable. "The madman was thoughtful.

"What makes sense? Remembering names is what you should do. Bai Yao was impatient. She'd never seen anyone forget their name, and it was ridiculous.

"What can you do if you can't get out, remember the name......" the madman muttered in a low voice.

"I'm going to get out. Bai Yao showed a serious expression.

"Why are you so sure?" asked the madman earnestly.

"I haven't seen my master in years. ”

"He may have been eaten. "The madman poured cold water.

Bai Yao shook his head calmly: "The last time we met, he told me, 'I'm leaving'." ”