"......" Zhao Nan was speechless for a while, feeling that this guy was too hospitable compared to other six-colored dragon kings, right? When he first recognized his identity, Zhao Nan was ready to do a hard job, but he didn't expect that the other party not only had no intention of attacking, but also wanted to invite himself in for tea and chat.

Without waiting for Zhao Nan to agree, Wood Fielder took the lead in walking into the throne, Zhao Nan hesitated slightly, and also took Poznia to follow.

Below the throne was a hollowed-out hall, similar to the Blood Sacrifice Throne of the Green Dragon Olivan that Zhao Nan had been to before, but the throne in front of him was built by the Blue Dragon King to be even bigger and more gorgeous. When you enter, you will be greeted by a clear blue shijie, and the walls and floor are covered with jewel-like crystals.

"You may be seated. Woodfield sat down across from him, and poured a cup of tea for Zhao Nan and Poznia, looking as if he was entertaining guests.

"Uh......" This situation, Zhao Nan didn't know how to deal with it, and seeing that the tea in front of him didn't look like it was poisonous, he thought about it a little and put it in his mouth and took a sip.

Well, it's quite fragrant.

Zhao Nan just sighed and took another sip, but Wood Fielder on the opposite side suddenly said a word.

"Aren't you afraid of being poisonous?"

Burst~!

Zhao Nan reflexively squirted out the tea that had not been completely drunk in his mouth.

"Nan, are you alright?" Poznia next to her eagerly pulled out a handkerchief and wiped off the tea stains on his body.

Wood Fielder let out a burst of haha laughter, and a hint of laughter flashed in his eyes, "It's just a joke, little brother don't mind." ”

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Zhao Nan pretended to wipe his mouth calmly, then looked at Wood Feimo and said, "You invited me in to invite me in, shouldn't it be as simple as inviting me to tea?"

"It's that simple, after all, I finally met a guest here. Woodfield said this, and suddenly turned his head to look at Poznia next to Zhao Nan. "And he is also a descendant of the Holy Light Dragon Clan. ”

"Does this gentleman know who I am?" said Poznia.

"You can sense some, you have the breath of both the Holy System and the Dragon Clan. Woodfielder nodded.

"The breath of the dragons?" Pottenia was confused for a while, then sniffed a few times cutely on herself, and said blankly, "No, obviously there is no such smell on her body." ”

"Haha, the breath of the dragon clan comes from psychic induction, not a specific smell, don't you understand, little girl?" Pottenia's appearance made Woodfield daxiao for a while.

Poznia blushed when she heard this.

"Hey, can we stop talking about these family things?" Zhao Nan was a little speechless when he looked at it on the side, and said in his heart, this Blue Dragon King is really too hospitable and close to the people. It feels like it's a bit of a hit on cotton, and the strength is nowhere to go.

"Oh, little brother, what do you want to talk about?" Wood Feimo looked at Zhao Nan and said.

Touching the other party's terrifying eyes, Zhao Nan's heart sank, and then said slowly: "As the six-colored dragon king, you, weishenme, will hide in this kind of place, and ...... What is this huge Blood Sacrifice Throne for? Don't tell me it's just a living room for you. ”

Zhao Nan asked a few questions in a row, but Wood Fielder did not answer immediately. Instead, he stood up and looked up at the crystal wall inside the throne for a long time.

"Little brother. How do you know this is the Blood Sacrifice Throne?" I don't know how long it was, but Woodfielder suddenly asked rhetorically.

"You six-colored dragon kings have invaded the Adras continent for so many years, don't we know yet?" Zhao Nan didn't have a good breath.

"But the problem is, you are not a native of the Continent of Eldras, but a half-dragon of our Abyss Dragons. Wood Filmo let out a sneer.

Zhao Nan was obviously stunned for a moment, and reached out to touch the horns on his head. However, he stopped halfway through, for he remembered that he had wrapped the horns of his head in strips of cloth. During these days, in order to avoid trouble, Zhao Nan has been doing this. Generally speaking. As long as Zhao Nan doesn't tear off the strip of cloth on his head to reveal his horns, his current appearance is similar to that of ordinary Terrans on the Adras Continent.

"You can't sense the dragon breath on me, right?" Zhao Nanhu asked.

"Of course not, how can a half-dragon with a low status in our clan have the breath of a dragon, it's just that he betrayed you in your pair of blood-colored pupils. Woodfield smiled and said, "The blood pupil is unique to the abyss race, and the abyssal race, which looks like a human being, is only a half-dragon in my memory, so I confirmed your identity." ”

Zhao Nan was stunned when he heard this, and then said helplessly: "Are you the reincarnation of Conan?"

"Conan?"

"Oh, don't worry about that, I'm just complimenting you on your cleverness. ”

Woodfield nodded as if he didn't understand, and then said: "You just asked me to hide here, but in fact, this is not the right question, because I am not hiding, but living in seclusion. ”

"Seclusion?" Zhao Nan was very happy when he heard it, "Shouldn't you be the kind of person who is tired of fighting and killing, and wants to live in seclusion with your beautiful dependents?"

"Why don't you believe it?" said Woodfielder over there.

"What do you say?" Zhao Nan clasped his hands and said with an expression that he wouldn't believe anything.

Woodfield smiled, but without explaining anything, he turned and walked towards the exit of the throne.

"Where are you going?How can you leave without saying hello?" Zhao Nan really felt that this person was inexplicable, he didn't understand what he was thinking at all, and was wondering, Woodfield's voice floated again.

"If you want to know the answer, come with me. With that, Woodfield's figure had disappeared at that exit.

"Nan, are we going along?" asked Pozenia.

"It's okay to go and see, anyway, this guy shouldn't fight, otherwise he wouldn't talk so much nonsense with us. Zhao Nan shrugged, so he pulled Poznya to follow again.

After leaving the Blood Sacrifice Throne, Zhao Nan and Poznia returned to the frozen lake, and Wood Fielder had already walked some distance towards the snow-capped mountains at the edge of the lake.

Zhao Nan hesitated a little and then got on his heels, and it took about half an hour to reach the foot of one of the snow-capped mountains under the leadership of Wood Feemer.

When he came to the foot of this mountain, Zhao Nan found that there was a simple wooden house here, and this wooden house was very strange, it was surrounded by a fence outside, and the place outside the fence was covered with thick snow, but it was covered with all kinds of green crops, and it seemed that it was not affected by the extremely cold temperature outside.

"Winnie, she can't stand the low temperature of the Northern Cold Illusion, so I use an enchantment to block the temperature. Seeing Zhao Nan and Poznia's doubts, Wood Fielder actually turned around and explained.

Click.

As he spoke, Woodfield opened the wooden door of the fence and continued, "Come in, this is where I live. ”

Zhao Nan really didn't understand it, but it was estimated that he would know the situation when he went in, so he walked in with Pozenia without thinking about it.

The temperature inside the fence is really much higher, it can be said that it is as mild as spring, no wonder those crops will grow so well, Zhao Nan even found that there are butterflies fluttering in those crops.

"What's going on with this kind of strong sense of déjà vu of seeing Nanshan leisurely under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, is this guy really like those heroes of the rivers and lakes, tired of the days of fighting and killing, so he went to this kind of place to live in seclusion?" Zhao Nan said to himself.

Zhao Nan was entangled.

The door to the hut had opened, and a woman in simple clothes came out of it, and she was first delighted when she saw Woodfield, and then she looked strangely wary when she saw the strangers Zhao Nan and Poznia.

"Winnie, this is the guest who has no intention of breaking into the Northern Cold Illusion today. "Zhao Nan and they haven't opened their mouths yet, and Wood Feimo over there has already taken the initiative to explain.

"Ah, hello. The woman, Winnie, hurriedly greeted.

"Hello. Poznia also returned the salute politely.

As for Zhao Nan, he was petrified as early as when the woman appeared, he looked at this woman carefully, and the name on her head was only the word "Winnie", which was an ordinary NPC state, with no suffix and no rank, this kind of name expression is generally only like this for those passers-by, and at the same time it shows that this person does not have any special identity, not a BOSS, nor a monster.

Hearing that every time Wood Feimo called this woman's name, his tone was particularly gentle, and Zhao Nan could guess the relationship between the two with his toes.

"This is Winnie, my wife, an ordinary human woman. Woodfield's voice continued.

"There are stories like this. Zhao Nan sighed.

"Nan, what story do you have?" asked Poznia curiously.

"It's the kind of guy who was originally very powerful and very evil, at first he killed everywhere and stirred up trouble, and he was addicted to killing, and then he met the heroine with a gentle personality, and was infected by the other party's character. Zhao Nan said casually.

"Little brother, you actually know the story of Winnie and me. When Wood Feemer heard this, he really showed an expression that was like this. Winnie, who was hugged by him, also looked embarrassed, needless to say, she was the heroine of that story.

"I just said it casually, and I didn't think it was true. Zhao Nan said speechlessly.

"It's a touching story. Poznia folded her hands.

"Where is it touching, it's obviously a cliché story that has been rotten on the street, and I can't even vomit it. Zhao Nan rolled his eyes, a little unbearable.

"Hehe, since you already know the reason for my seclusion here, then I don't have to bother to explain. Woodfilmo laughed.

"Forget it, you don't need to explain, just talk about other things, such as ......" Zhao Nan said, his expression became cold, "What's going on with that Blood Sacrifice Throne, don't tell me that you sat on the ice sculpture and played with it during your seclusion." ”

As Zhao Nan said this, the originally peaceful atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Wood Feimo still smiled, half loudly, and asked lightly: "The role of the throne, I think you should also know, right?"

"What if you know?"

"Difficulty, didn't you find this thing here?" Woodfielder suddenly stretched out a hand and slowly opened it, only to see a palm-sized black mud ball in the palm of his hand. (To be continued......)