Chapter 1: Han Qing
"So, from now on, the fat girl will be my daughter-in-law?" Han Qing looked at the red candle in front of him, touched the brocade quilt and red bed under the seat, and hugged the mandarin duck pillow with a confused expression.
He is the dignified son of Daxia, a relative of the emperor and the country, and may become the handsome little white face of the prince in the future, so he was robbed to the Black Wind Village of Woniu Mountain to be the prince of the village, and he is also the husband of the owner of the village?
Trying his best to calm his breathing, Han Qing muttered to himself: "The fat girl is at least one hundred and eighty pounds, I won't die here tonight!"
As soon as he thought of this, he stood up, grabbed a jug of wine for himself, and poured it into his mouth.
"Peony flowers die, ghosts can be more romantic, if I die in the arms of a fat girl, obediently, I will definitely become a wife!"
Returning from the long river of time and space, Han Qing thought that it was time for him to show his strength, but he didn't expect to be robbed by a group of bandits, and he followed the fat girl to worship the church and become a parent.
This world is really speechless, when he thinks of this, he is so ashamed that he takes off his wedding dress, revealing his white chest, but his chest muscles are not.
In the middle of his chest, a diamond-shaped birthmark slowly emerged at this time, and tiny blood marks were like veins, spreading out in all directions, eroding and wrapping his flesh and blood.
An unbearable sharp pain rushed straight to his mind, making Han Qing's consciousness almost collapse, but he seemed to be used to this, just frowned slightly, and did not roar.
"Now those guys in the imperial capital should be gloating!" he pressed his hand on the diamond-shaped birthmark, and a sinister aura gradually condensed on his face, "After all, I'm a waste, but it's in the way of many people's eyes!"
The blood lines emerging from the birthmark became denser and denser, and they kept climbing up Han Qinghui's white flesh, like a tributary of the water veins that washed the earth, constantly cutting his flesh and blood.
At the same time, a dark red blood qi gushed out from the birthmark, surging along these veins, slowly forming a perfect circuit in his body.
The powerful power continued to surge, making Han Qing's blood and qi boil with it, but he didn't have the slightest joy now, but sat cross-legged on the bed with a solemn face.
On his chest, the dormant birthmark was emerging from the flesh, and it was a scale that shimmered with a dark golden streamer.
"Destiny is reversed!" Sensing that this thing was embedded in the middle of his chest, Han Qing's heart trembled, "Being able to withstand the erosion of the long river of fate, this thing is indeed an immortal thing!"
When he was stunned, the complex veins slowly fell silent, and then cracks appeared on his skin, and a dense stream of light flashed inside.
The sound of flesh and blood sounded, and Han Qing clearly sensed that something was being born on his skin.
He opened his eyes and looked at his arm, and was horrified to find that the originally white skin was now covered by a layer of fine scales.
"It turned out to be dragon scales, this power is the breath of destiny!"
Holding back the throbbing in his heart, Han Qing almost roared out in anger, and with the appearance of these scales, he could sense the incomparably powerful power of his previous life surging, which was the breath of destiny.
Han Qing, the son of the Great Xia Empire, was originally a royal family who ate and waited for death.
However, his fate was changed by a major event, which made him practice hard since then, and finally stood at the top of all races.
"Since I have returned from the long river of fate against time and space, then in this life, the same tragedy will never be allowed to be staged!
Boom! When he secretly made up his mind, the last inch of skin on his body had been dormant with dark golden dragon scales, and an incomparably powerful aura erupted from his body.
Han Qing's delicate physique with a little white face at this moment could not withstand the power that erupted at all, and his consciousness darkened in an instant, and the person had already fainted.
And after he collapsed on the soft collapse, the dragon scales all over his body disappeared into his flesh and blood at this moment, as if they had never appeared, and it seemed extremely mysterious.
The door of the cave room opened suddenly, and a figure walked in drunk, she was dressed in a red wedding dress, the phoenix crown on her head was crooked, and she smelled of wine.
The silhouette of Roshan makes this woman with a delicate face look a little, funny!
"You fell asleep first, and you didn't run?" casually took off the phoenix crown and threw it to the bedside, and the woman sat by the red candle to eat and drink.
She seemed to have an excellent appetite, and although she was constantly burping at this time, she didn't care about Han Qing who was covered by the big red wedding dress.
"This is not bad, the first guy in history who can hold on to the whole of worship, and he looks okay!"
She hissed and tore off the burnt flesh of the roasted chicken with her teeth, and didn't forget to mumble while eating: "Let's take a look first, if he doesn't run away in the past few days, the old lady will find a way to blow it away!"
Bang! The fat girl who had just finished speaking, suddenly had a pain in her neck, her eyes were black, her forehead hit the table, and she fainted.
"If you don't sleep at night, are you tired......" Putting away the palm knife casually, Han Qing yawned, and his eyes could barely be opened.
He casually pulled the red hijab on the side, wiped the oil stains on the corner of the fat girl's mouth, and immediately picked it up with difficulty, slammed it on the red bed, and covered the quilt for others.
"For the sake of you being so discerning and knowing that the son of this world is better than Pan An, I will reluctantly take care of you!"
He was muttering, and the room was dark, but the two big red candles burned out at the same time, and they were extinguished in an instant, making the prince of Daxia a little confused.
After a long period of time, Han Qing got used to the darkness, and after identifying the direction, he tiptoed towards the big bed.
"Forget it, go to sleep!" he muttered, and the man had already reached the edge of the bed in the dark, and before he could lie down, the man had slammed out upside down.
"That little handsome guy, I opened this mountain, and this tree was planted by my grandfather, if you want to fight this, stay with the father!"
Okay, this fat girl, she doesn't even forget her old job when she sleeps, and this is a hard shoulder with which guy in a dream, that kick made Han Qing almost vomit blood.
"Yes, I'll just lie down here and sleep, otherwise if I don't get crushed into a wife cake tonight, I will be kicked half-body!" Han Qing wiped the stomach acid that was kicked out of the corners of his mouth, and fell asleep on the floor angrily.
He was a little tired today, and the main source was the abnormal change in the dragon scales in his chest, as well as the dark golden blood flowing in his body at the moment.
They were like the raging waves of a great river, churning endlessly in his body, and wherever they passed, this weak body was constantly tempered and strengthened, making Han Qing's vitality stronger and stronger.
"Now that I'm back, it's time to prepare for cultivation tomorrow, and I don't know if my talent has changed!"
His eyelids were so tired that he couldn't open them, and Han Qing finally fell into a deep sleep, and he no longer knew everything around him.
It was the fat girl on the bed, who suddenly opened her eyes at this moment, looked at the silhouette lying on the ground from the darkness, and slowly closed her eyes.
"Gave him a chance, kicked it away and didn't run?" the corners of the fat girl's mouth opened and closed, "Could it be that this guy really likes my beauty, and my fat girl's spring is coming?"