"Uncle. ”

"The head of the house. ”

"This time we will say goodbye, and we will never see each other again. ”

"Oh, why bother with my mother-in-law, I've eaten rice for 60 years, and I finally have a chance to contribute, it's too late to be happy!"

Ten hours ago, the golden Matraktili had just risen over the eastern skyline, the blizzard had stopped, and Long Zunjun put down the silver egg in his hand and exhaled two long white smoke from his nostrils. He put his left hand on his chest and lowered his head slightly: "Look, uncle, it's just a little bit, I can't stop......"

"Let's go, let's go, I can still sleep in the cage, as the saying goes, open the river fish, lay laying hens, return to the cage sleep, and the second wife is the four fragrances in the world, you boys hurry up and protect the head of the house, don't disturb my sweet dreams of fragrant fragrance!" Long Shaojiang lay on the ground with his head in his hands, impatiently driving others.

Long Zunjun didn't say anything more, turned around and took his bags and strode away, his boots kicked up a little dust, and the ruins of the Emerald Tree pierced the sky like a huge cross, "Food electricity, Ah Ying, let's go." With a faint order, the broad-shouldered young man immediately followed the footsteps of the head of the family, he took fifteen steps and glanced back: "Miss......"

"I'm not going to run away. With a snow-white sheepskin coat over a black bodysuit and a thin and indifferent face under the fur hat, Ryuhime calmly replied, "Wherever I go, I will follow." ”

"Good, good. It's not worth it to die in vain like silver, that guy has been hiding from us for so long, if it weren't for the fact that the head of the house noticed the clue and visited the sentry post in the middle of the night, I'm afraid that he would still be informing the people behind us of our whereabouts. A man emerged from her shadow, laughed dryly, and then jumped into the shadow of the dragon and disappeared without a trace.

The group walked away slowly, leaving the bald old man lying under the tree, silently waiting for that moment to come. As he left, he told him that the trackers would arrive at sunset, and that as long as he hid and waited patiently, they would find a way to enter the Emerald Tree. Long Shaojiang slept for a while, feeling hungry, took out the frozen beef and salt, took out the wine jug from under the embers of the bonfire last night, and drank wine and ate meat to fill his stomach. It seemed like a long time, three punches, and an afternoon of sleep, before the sun slowly set in the west.

"Bah, the day monster. Long Shaojiang rubbed his stiff neck and sneezed. When the time was almost up, he decided to find a place to hide, jumped up and threw a punch at the ruins of the Emerald Tree, and the old man burrowed into the hole, sealed the hole with clumps of ash, and then concentrated on breathing to weaken his breath as much as possible. His heart should have been a little nervous, but on the contrary, it was surprisingly calm, "Sixty years. Bah, a full sixty years. ”

Long Shaojiang is the weakest person in the twelfth generation of the Long family. When Long Shaori provoked the Liang of the Long family and his peers in the Torture Hall, the Shadow Sect, the Crane Mansion and even the Elders' Meeting, he was still practicing martial arts alone in the other courtyard. When he was twenty-four years old, his bloodline ability had not awakened, none of the "nine laws" of the Long family were proficient, he could not write accounts, and he could not protect the courtyard, so the Long family clan arranged this pure-blooded son in the fire work department of the Internal Affairs Office to manage the daily life of one hundred and eighty cooks in the sect compound every day. This is undoubtedly a fat shortage, but for the ancient family of Shangwu, this is a position to support the wastes who have achieved nothing, even if they have never said it, everyone's eyes are still full of disdain when they look at Long Shaojiang.

Until Long Zunjun appeared. Long Shaojiang was thirty-six years old that year, and he was still working in the fire engineering department, Long Zunjun was just eighteen, but he was already the commander of the dragon army of the Crane Mansion, and the two of them were completely opposite in terms of generation and future. Long Zunjun passed by the fire office, glanced at this inconspicuous elder, and immediately stopped: "Uncle, can you take a step to speak?"

"Phew. If you have something to say, say it. Long Shaojiang squinted, he was madly jealous of these promising elites of the Long family, but his face became more and more gloomy.

"After so many years, I've suffered you. Who would have thought that Long Zunjun bowed deeply, "The Dragon Capture Army will send a letter to the head of the Crane Mansion tomorrow, and send an order to the Fire Works Department of the Internal Affairs Office, and we will meet in the Dragon Capture Army from tomorrow, uncle." ”

"What, why, why, why?" and pointing to his nose, Long Shaojiang thought it was a joke.

"Because you're strong. The future head of the family stretched out his right hand, his right hand clenched into a fist, his fist trembled slightly, and sweat oozed from his fingers, "It may be stronger than everyone in the Long family's mansion." ”

In this way, Long Shaojiang became the deputy capital of the four teams of the Dragon Capture Army in a daze. Except for Long Zunjun, no one could discover the strength contained in him, and the young head of the family told the truth when he talked at night: "Uncle, in fact, your bloodline ability has already awakened, but no one can see it. What you have is the power of 'Fansha', one of the only six scarlet abilities in the Dragon Family's Secret Books, and only one clan disciple has obtained this ability for thousands of years, but it almost caused a disaster that destroyed the entire mansion. ”

"Oh, this can't be!" Long Shaojiang roared, "I've lived for more than thirty years, what ability do I not know?" He slapped the wine bowl to smash it with a slap, the broken porcelain pierced the palm, and blood mixed with wine flowed all over the table.

Long Zunjun's eyes were like torches: "Uncle, not only do you not know, but no one can know about the head of the family, the Council of Elders, and those fools in high positions. 'Pansha' is not an ability that can be controlled, but the seed that brings a terrible plague, and the only condition that can trigger it is the death of the bloodline ability. Once he dies, the dead qi in the blood cannot be suppressed by vitality, and it will immediately turn into a rapid plague, which is a serious plague with no antidote and no medical stone, and can slaughter a city in one night. He used his chopsticks to flick the blood wine on the table, "Look closely, these small black spots in the blood are the seeds of 'Pansha', the reason why you can't practice the Nine Methods of the Long Family is because the energy of your whole body is used to fight against the plague seed, and the vitality is invisibly consumed." ”

"What?" Long Shaojiang was stunned for a long time, "That is, when I die, this dog's bloodline ability can attack?"

Long Zunjun bowed his head without hesitation and said, "That's right. ”

"Aren't I still a wasted person? You brought me here just to treat me as a living bomb, and one day when the soldiers came to the city, they hacked me to death and threw them among the enemies, right?" Long Shaojiang suddenly laughed sadly.

Long Zunjun said categorically: "That's right. ”

Such a frank attitude made Long Shaojiang not know how to attack. Looking directly into the other party's eyes, the young man who was about to become the head of the Long family in ten years said word by word: "I will give you an official position, give you subordinates, give you food, give you gold, silver and jewelry, give you women, and give you anything you want." It's not about wooing, it's for your 'strength'. There is no axiom in this world, only the strong and the weak, the strong can get everything, the weak are humble and muddy, I want to become stronger, get ahead, step on this dragon family mansion and look at the world, with the help of my uncle, my 'strong' will become stronger, no matter whether I will encounter the time when I must use the power of 'fansha' in this life, I will respect you and love you like every strong man, until the day I set foot on the top! Uncle, are you willing to live this life like a chicken, or stand by my side and accompany me to win the world?"

Looking at Long Zunjun's burning eyes, Long Shaojiang grabbed the wine jug and poured a few large sips of wine, slammed the bottle hard, and knelt down on one knee with a plop: "Oh, I'm not afraid of death, what other bird eggs are terrible?"

"No, not following me. The young man smiled and pulled him up, "It's to accompany me and see what I can do!"

Decades passed in a flash, and Long Shaojiang could hardly remember what happened in the middle, and in the blink of an eye, he hid in this icy and snowy place, waiting for the moment promised twenty-eight years ago to come. The young man at that time became the head of the Long family, and walked out of the Long family's mansion and became a traitor who survived the slaughter of the city, Long Shaojiang understood that the head of the family had a greater vision in his heart, and the Long family, the Liang Sui Kingdom, the Eastern Continent, and even the world could not allow him to stretch his hands and feet. The old man had not doubted Long Zunjun's decision in the slightest, that terrible man who had been unpredictable for twenty-eight years would never make a mistake, and his strength, calmness, and wisdom were pleasing and convincing.

If you want him to die, he will die.

The seeds in the blood began to take root and sprout, and the power of this once-in-a-lifetime "fansha" finally slowly woke up from its slumber. The sound of footsteps in the distance in the haze reached the ear drums, and Long Shaojiang knew that the person he was waiting for was coming, and the moment he was waiting for had come.

"You ......" The oak elf's voice stopped abruptly, and the thorn aura that could deflect all attacks was useless, as one of the dragon's fingers exploded into a black blood mist in the sky, and the plague spread throughout the elf's body in a second, taking the life of the ancient guardian.

When the stormy magic attack came, Long Shaojiang spread his hands and relaxed all his defenses. The vitality in his body had been drained, and what flowed in his veins was a thick slurry, the plague blood that contained countless "pansha" seeds!

"Kill them all. As soon as the elves die, the gates will be open forever. When we come back to harvest the last treasure, we won't see you anymore, uncle. Long Zunjun's words rang in his ears.

"I'm not afraid. Long Shaojiang muttered.

If you want him to die, he will die!

"Crackling......" The invisible wind blew, and the viscous flesh began to dry rapidly, and countless small bumps protruded from the scabbed skin, and the bumps burst out of creepy black seeds, flying all over the sky. The plague spread rapidly in the new emerald tree, like a ripple blowing across the calm waters, and the magical creatures fell one after another before they could figure out what was going on, and countless black spots appeared all over their bodies.

"Give up your defenses, go upstairs, and suppress these particles with the wind on a high ground!" Elliot cried out, "...... Also, don't let anyone with the disease follow, no mercy!"