If it's true that he's red-haired, why does he still have a human breath, and why isn't he the one who let me out?

A handful of Wu Chen's red hair was casually brushed aside by the young man, and he grabbed Wu Chen's wrist to probe it carefully, and his eyes bloomed.

"This guy really has the breath of a human?"

"He's human?"

"He's not human?"

The young man muttered to himself, and suddenly a flash of inspiration occurred to him, a person who was not a human being: "Could it be that he is?"

The boy was a little agitated, and he scratched his hair angrily.

I want to be calm, calm down...... I'll have to do the math, what year is it out there?

He ran to a wall, faced a whole wall of vertical bars that counted days, crossed his fingers, rolled his eyes, and calculated in a hurry.

"No, no, no, hey...... Not right......"

It's all my fault, it's all my fault! He slapped his head in remorse, thinking, "Why haven't I drawn vertical strips well all these years?" Why did I give up recording?

"If I had known, I would have continued to draw!"

"Calm down, need to be calm, I've given up for a few years? decades?"

"No, it's hundreds of years?"

It was too long for him to remember.

After counting this for a long time, the young man suddenly raised his head, and suddenly remembered that the guy seemed to be dying......

He ran back and lifted Wu Chen up without effort, carried him away, and then put him on a platform, and probed his pulse carefully.

"Tut-tut, it's really pitiful, the breath is like this, you must be dying, right?"

The young man who had probed Wu Chen's injuries suddenly calmed down, he circled around Wu Chen, looked at Wu Chen's eyebrows, and saw some familiar intimacy.

He turned to Wu Chen's head and unconsciously raised his hand to caress his red hair, which was the sign of his fellow people. And it is the red hair of the same blood among the same people, which is the most honorable honor.

"Azhu Azi!"

The irascible young man roared angrily, and the whole valley was shaken with a boom, and the earth shook.

After a while, the two figures of Azhu and Azi obediently appeared outside the ancestral shrine, kneeling.

"Explain to me, what's going on with this man?"

Azhu Azi glanced at each other, and when she heard her master's tone, she was obviously angry.

There must be no delay at this time, otherwise the master will be furious.

"Master is angry, this man has a strange breath, we saw him fall into the water, and he was injured, so we brought him back, and wanted to relieve your boredom......"

"Hurt?" the boy raised his eyebrows.

Ah Zi was nervous and explained everything, Ah Zhu punched him dissatisfiedly, and could only respond: "Hey, yes, I'm injured." ”

"When I saw him, he wasn't hurt, what's the matter?"

"Yes...... That's right," Hearing the master's cold voice, Ah Zhu trembled, and simply recognized it: "This person is very strange, when we arrested him, he was black-haired, and when he was brought home, he actually gave birth to a handful of red hair in the middle, which was the red hair of the master's dragon royal family......

We didn't dare to slack off, and gave him a seriously injured pill...... He was intact. ”

So that's it......

The teenager thought of it.

Could it be that this person will only show his red hair when he is at the moment of life and death?

Azhu Azi also fed him the Dragon Pill, and the person who can digest the Dragon Pill must be a Dragon Clan...... The boy's eyes flickered, and he was almost sure.

Walking back and forth around Wu Chen's body, the young man sighed in his heart, sighed and was anxious, and reached out to pull out another handful of Wu Chen's hair to vent, but he just wanted to do it but held back.

If his inference was correct, he thought to himself, no, how could I be so clever and inferred wrong? This guy may really be the descendant of my sister......

"yes, it looks like that, too. He said.

But...... This guy looks like he's dying...... I knew that I shouldn't have been too ruthless, I naturally wouldn't have shown my red hair earlier, blame you, don't blame me.

Yes, yes, don't blame me.

With that palm, he gave a dead hand, and now Wu Chen's injury is not comparable to when he fell to the bottom of the lake, even Long Dan can't save it.

Although you don't blame me, for the sake of you being a descendant of my clan, I can't die without help!" the boy thought as if he were schizophrenic.

Then he paused.

There was another pause.

Hesitating, making a lot of determination.

Eventually, he raised his hand and swirled it, and with a light movement, a holy spirit object came out of his palm.

It was a ray of light source, the light source held up, the day of this ancestral hall was transparent like a sun wheel, the young man adjusted to the light of this holy object, and showed a strange smile.

It's a smile, but it's bitter.

"Back then, because of a promise to you, I was trapped here for many reincarnations...... But since you trust me, it's worth it for me to be trapped here.

You said that this soul should be handed over to a wise man who can bring peace to the world, but I have been trapped here for too long now, how do I know how the world is, how the world is now?

I don't know when I'll get out of this barrier, and how I'll meet the wise man who saves the world.

I gave him this heroic soul of yours, although I wanted to save him out of selfishness, but my sister's descendants should not be bad, although not as smart as me, but it is not a straw bag, I think you won't blame me, right?"

The young man thought for a long time at the thing of holy light like silver hair.

"I saved him?

Did I really save him?

You see he's dying, you won't die without help, will you? ”

The young man was determined, and then he raised his hands high, and the radiant silver hair suddenly rose, as if to break through the dome and rush into the sky to compete with the sun and the moon.

When the boy is serious, he doesn't have a trace of evil, and he is a little charming.

He soared into the sky, at the same height as the dazzling silver hair, chanting a mantra, and countless pillars of qi rushed out between his palms, surrounding the silver hair.

With a little more force, the entire ancestral hall began to shake, the sky was shaking, the earth was shaking, and Wu Chen was about to be turned upside down from that platform.

"Huh!"

As soon as the young man's volley turned in the air, the silver hair and the countless qi pillars around it turned into a full moon and rushed towards Wu Chen's mind on the stage.

The strong light swooped down, swept through, and circled around Wu Chen's body, and the clouds and mist transformed by the air column surrounded Wu Chen.

The earth was still shaking, and the sky was slowly calming down.

Wu Chen is like a silkworm chrysalis in a silkworm cocoon, shrouded in clouds and mist, calm and peaceful.

It seems to shuttle between the clouds and the moon, between dreams and wake-ups.

The sky finally returned to complete calm, and the young man swooped down in mid-air, the column of air in his hand flowing, and the silver hair seemed to be pushed by the pillar of air, and suddenly converged from a full moon, and turned into a sharp light like a needle.

"Wow!"

Pierced into Wu Chen's eyebrows.

The heavens and the earth shook again, the boy tried his best to maintain his balance in mid-air, and the clouds and mist around Wu Chen on the stage gradually dissipated.

In this unreal dream, Wu Chen vaguely saw a red-haired woman, smiling slightly and behaving calmly.

His whole body was shaking, every inch of flesh, every breath, although this vibration was fierce and domineering, uncontrollable, but it was not painful, but it was pleasant.

He saw a great river in his dream, flowing endlessly to the east.

From time to time, the waves in the water are stormy, and it is the dragon that leaps up, the dragon! The eyes and whiskers of the dragon, the scales are shining, and they shine in the world.

He felt the joy and freedom of swimming in the water, and felt the pride and confidence that he had never felt before......

At the end of the dream, Wu Chen's consciousness began to blur, the dream began to fall apart, and he suddenly opened his eyes in the unclear and unclear, just like he had been in the tomb palace of the dust road at the beginning.

All distracting thoughts in the consciousness are removed, leaving nothing behind.

It's a handful of white light dust.

The holy light around the dust shines through the ages, and it is extremely noble.

Wu Chen still looked up in awe, and suddenly felt that the world was far away. Self-insignificance. Feeling a heavy responsibility on his shoulders that he couldn't bear, his heart was agitated and his breath was heavy.

It seems that the next moment he is not a small self, but carries the sustenance of everyone, he has an unfinished mission, waiting for an opportunity to awaken......

Heaven and earth don't know what Wu Chen saw in his dream.

The silver strands finally found their home.