The secluded house is the heart.

All the starlight of these nights fell around his secluded mansion, gradually deposited, gradually silent, silent.

Thinking of this, the love in the black dragon's eyes became even more shocking.

Chen Changsheng's induction of starlight to wash the marrow had no effect, and in the end, he had no choice but to decide to take great risks and sit back and watch himself in advance. But he didn't know that he led the starlight to wash the marrow every night, and those starlights penetrated his body and came to the outside of the secluded mansion, knocking lightly every night.

He is not washing the marrow, and even directly crossed the sitting photo, he is in the dark!

How many nights have it been since he lit up his star?

The black dragon looked at the young man who was lying in a pool of blood and was about to stop breathing, and he was so nervous that he almost forgot to breathe.

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Since the Heavenly Book came to the world, no one has practiced like Chen Changsheng, because his special unsullied physique is very rare, and because there are very few people like him, who live in the shadow of death every night, and have unimaginable perseverance and will, even if they have these, those people will not have such an opportunity as him.

If there is no chance, he will still die, even if he directly crosses the two realms of marrow washing and sitting in the shadows, and succeeds in passing through the seclusion, he will also die - the cultivation realm summed up by all human beings will not have any problems, it is impossible to skip at will, and cultivators who have not successfully washed the marrow will definitely not be able to withstand the energy of the moment when the starlight is transformed into true yuan.

Chen Changsheng's heart was still beating vigorously and powerfully, but the blood overflowing from those bursting veins was getting less and less, and his eyes were tightly closed, and his face was pale as if he were a dead man.

The black dragon looked at him silently, the love in the dragon's eyes was very complicated, struggling, hesitating, and unwilling.

It knew that it was Chen Changsheng's chance.

Chen Changsheng was on the verge of death at this time, and no matter how rare the elixir was, it would not be able to save him, even if a saint like the Pope would not act in person, but it could.

In this world, there is only one way to save Chen Changsheng.

The black dragon hesitated and struggled for a long time, especially when it remembered what had happened to it that it had been imprisoned by humans for hundreds of years, it just wanted to turn around and leave, waiting for Chen Changsheng to die.

Why should it pay such a price for a human teenager?

It's just that...... It was not easy for him to have a glimmer of life.

Moreover, I still need him to help me do that.

Moreover, he really was the first person it had met in the true sense of the word in hundreds of years.

His silver lining, or his own?

The black dragon thought silently, in fact, it didn't realize that it had been convincing itself to save this human boy all along.

I don't know how long it took, but it finally made a decision.

The black dragon came to Chen Changsheng and let out a low dragon roar, and as the whistling continued, a piece of scales between the dragon's eyes instantly brightened.

It lifted its right front paw and slowly approached the scales.

There was a soft snort.

The dragon scales were broken.

A stream of blood erupted from the small rift.

It was true dragon blood.

There was a bang.

The dragon's blood spilled from the night sky and fell to the ground, drenching Chen Changsheng all over his body.

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Just a simple action seemed to exhaust all the strength of the black dragon, and the amount of that dragon's blood was enough to soak Chen Changsheng's entire body in it, but compared to the huge body size of the black dragon, it should be nothing, and for some reason it weakened sharply.

The black dragon slowly fell to the ground, the dragon's whiskers floated weakly, and then bent slightly, and its huge body no longer had any vitality, like a sleeping mountain.

Then, something amazing happened.

I could only hear the dragon scales rubbing against the ice and snow on the cold ground, making a rustling sound, and there was a sound almost like the gold stone breaking.

The black dragon is slowly getting shorter!

The sleeping black mountain range is gradually turning into a mountain beam!

The black dragon continues to shrink!

The girder eventually becomes a slight protrusion on the ground.

Those dragon scales, covered in frost and dust, have turned into a somewhat old black dress!

After a moment, a hand slowly stretched out from inside the black dress, and that hand was very white and tender.

The hand landed on the ground, pushing her body up with a slight force.

Under the black dress is a little girl.

A very beautiful little girl.

The little girl has frost on her face, her eyes are vertical, and she is naturally charming, although she looks very small, it makes people think that she is extremely cold.

Between her eyebrows, there was a red thread that ruined the feeling.

It was a wound that would not heal, but it was beautiful, like the makeup that was popular in Kyoto hundreds of years ago.

She was not able to stand up, because she was weak and tired, and because she had two slender chains at her ankles.

The two chains were covered with rust and stretched out into the night, clutched in the hands of two legendary gods depicted in stone murals.

She looked at Chen Changsheng in the pool of blood in front of her, and said with a cold expression: "If you bear me, I will endure the nausea and eat you." ”

When she said this, her tone was very calm and calm, but very determined.

She uses human language, her voice is crisp and good, and with her immature appearance, no matter how you look at it, she is just a little girl.

In fact, when converted to human age, she was only thirteen or fourteen years old.

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Chen Changsheng's broken and Yan Zòng's body was covered in blood.

It's just that at this time, it's no longer clear which blood is his own and which blood is dragon's blood.

He was soaked in her blood.

The blood of the true dragon was slowly mending his body.

Those cracked blood vessels gradually healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and those festering skins, under the light of the night pearl, slowly became smooth again, as for the broken bones and broken intestines, it naturally took more time, but it was obvious that they were getting better.

His face was still pale, but his breathing was becoming more and more steady.

The girl in black stared at him for a long time.

It wasn't until much later, when it was confirmed that Chen Changsheng could survive and that her precious dragon blood was not wasted, she could no longer support her weak body and fell asleep tired.

Chen Changsheng slept in a pool of blood opposite her.

The two of them lay in the cold underground, sleeping opposite each other.

White smoke drifted slowly, and blood corals shattered everywhere.

There is blood everywhere, but it is like a fairyland of God.

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The sky was full of wind and snow, and there was silence outside the palace.

The two snow mastiffs were playing happily and pounced on each other on the cold snow, and only the cold light flashing in the mastiff's eyes reminded people of what a ferocious and terrible animal they were.

The palace maid stood aside with a rope, looking a little bored, the snow flakes floated between the beautiful eyebrows, and the remnants of the red makeup in the center of the eyebrows could be vaguely seen, it turned out to be Mo Yu - she was originally a palace maid, if it wasn't for the appreciation of the Holy Queen Niangniang, after being a criminal official, she would probably have to stay up in a remote cold palace until she died.

A figure gradually appeared in the wind and snow, and Mo Yu stepped forward with a smile.

Ignoring the snow mastiff who knelt down in the snow to express humility and fear, the Holy Queen walked to the abandoned well with a blank face.

After a moment, her eyebrows were slightly raised, a little speechless, so that she could survive?

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