Under the dim light, Feng Chen was lying on the road covered in blood, the dragon shadow around his body flickered, and the wounds on his hands, legs, and chest healed rapidly under the irradiation of silver light, and the new skin was as immature as a baby.

His fingers moved, and then he slowly opened his eyes, and the familiarity of what was before him made him uneasy and happy, because he had finally left the two layers of hell, but here, the black fog and the crows still brought him deep despair.

Feng Chen raised his head, moved his stiff arm with difficulty, and stood up supporting himself, and only then did he find that the wound on his body had healed, he touched it, and indeed he couldn't feel the pain anymore, but the blood left behind still reminded him of what had just happened.

Feng Chen walked forward, squatted down and looked at the dirt pit in front of him, the black feathers in the pit were exactly the same as the feathers on the crow he saw before he fell unconscious, but it was still stained with blood, and there was a big puddle on the ground, and the crow had long since disappeared at this time, along with the black mist.

He reached out and picked up a stick and examined it carefully, the feather reflecting the metallic luster in the light, the edge was so sharp that it almost cut Feng Chen's finger when he fiddled with it. He carefully put the feather in his pocket and wanted to take it home and study it.

But when he raised his head, he found that a black line was coming rapidly in the distance, just like the experience he had started. It turned out that after the black mist found out that the black cat was leaving, he returned and wanted to share some leftovers, but found that the food he longed for the most was left in the same place, and the ecstasy and excitement in the ghost whisper were undisguised.

Feng Chen, who had experienced so many things, couldn't help but panic, and he didn't even have time to clean up the bicycle that was upside down, so he turned around and ran. But he found that everything in front of him began to become distorted, the suction came from all directions, the ripples of the space were turbulent layer by layer, and the nausea, dizziness and headache that he had never felt before made Feng Chen unable to move.

Seeing this, how could the ghost thing in the distance not know what was going to happen, there was an angry hiss in the fog, and the ghost claws and tentacles stretched out in unison, approaching rapidly, and even black liquid boiling and evaporating, and the speed was even higher.

Feng Chen staggered and stood in place, wanting to run but his body could not accept the instructions from the brain, he vaguely saw a silver dragon emerging from above his head, entrenched in mid-air, exuding a strong dragon might, his eyes reflected the black mist that was speeding away, suddenly the silver light was sheng, and the surrounding space distortion reached an extreme, just at the moment when the ghost claw was about to touch Feng Chen, he disappeared, leaving only the ghost thing to vent frantically in place, the ghost claw and tentacles hit the ground, smashing out small pits, and the splashed stones and gravel smashed on the trees next to the road, making a crackling sound。

It was still that dreary night, the stars disappeared in the darkness, the slightly cold temperature gave goosebumps and the wind swished. But the pedestrians on the street are constantly coming and going, full of life.

Feng Chen, who was standing in front of the security door, opened his eyes, first of all, the reflection of himself on the glass door in front of him made him fall into a daze, and after looking around, the doubts in his heart deepened, but before he could think about anything else, the ringing of the phone made him come back to his senses.

He hurriedly took out his mobile phone, which was called by his best friend Qi Yurun.

Crooked, madman, you can't come here. Mmmmmmmm Crooked?

Feng Chen listened to this familiar rough voice with a little ruffianism, and couldn't help but have red eyes, a sour nose, and almost shed tears. He was a little choked, and he didn't know what to say for a while, and I was afraid that only he knew the taste in his heart.

Crooked? What's wrong with the seal, can't you hear clearly? My signal here is pretty good, something happened?

No~~ It's okay, it's just a little cold, I won't come tonight, you first, I'm busy today, go back and rest.

Okay, then you go back early, don't be too late, then I'll hang up first, and wait for me.

Yes, go play.

Feng Chen didn't hang up the phone, just listened to the noisy sound over there, and looked at the pedestrians coming and going on his side, and the beautiful nightlife of the city quietly kicked off. Ignoring the curious eyes of others, he closed his eyes, opened his arms, and breathed deeply. Feel the satisfaction of being born, experience the warmth of the group, and feel great satisfaction in my heart.

This is the world, and it's good.

After a while, Feng Chen took out a tissue to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and took out his mobile phone to make a call.

Crooked, Mom, it's me.

Why can't I call you, you don't want me, I miss you.

.........

There are tall stone pillars standing on both sides of the solemn hall, the dragon carving on the stone pillar is lifelike, the fine scales on the thick dragon body are visible, the dragon head is mighty and domineering, the antlers on it have an unbeatable edge, sharp claws, even if it is a dead thing, it seems to be able to tear gold and crack iron. The vast dragon power filled the entire space, and if anyone was here, I was afraid that they would be pressed by the oppression from the blood, and they would kneel down and surrender, or even die unconscious.

From a distance, the stone pillars on both sides go straight into the depths of the main hall, and the specific number is immeasurable. Looking up, the roof of the main hall has a colorful dragon carving mouth containing the big sun, competing to chase, thunder, flames, water, cold waves, a "ten thousand dragon map" will build this palace craftsman of the top craftsmanship embodied vividly.

Time pushed forward slightly, and the moment Feng Chen's silver dragon appeared on the body of the first world, in the depths of the main hall, a jade jue that had only been moving for a long time emitted a dazzling light, and the whole body flashed with thunder, surrounding the jade jue, and the low thunder echoed in the empty hall with bursts of dragon groans.

Suddenly, a flame appeared in the depths of the hall, and a rickety figure appeared in the burning flames, bent slightly, with a wooden crutch on his left hand, he reached out to pick up the jade, and the thunder beating on it was more exciting and agile in an instant, like a little elf playing in the hands of the old man.

The old man Gu Jing Bubo's face could not see the slightest emotion, but the joy in his eyes still showed the excitement in his heart.

I didn't expect to see such a pure bloodline awakening in my lifetime, and I didn't know that lucky little guy again. Come on, secretly looking for silence, I want to know who this little guy is?

With a click, Yu Jue was broken into two pieces, one of which the old man put in his pocket, and the other piece that he threw into the darkness of the stone pillar on the side. A vague figure took Yu Jue with both hands, nodded yes, and disappeared after kneeling on one knee and saluting.

Alas, the recent turmoil in the energy of heaven and earth seems to have recovered, and there are incidents happening everywhere, and I always feel that a storm is coming.

The old man turned back to his shadow and sighed, the shadow squirmed a few times, as if forming a figure, but did not answer the old man's question, and then regained his calm.