In the Golden Temple, Fio and Prus are sitting in a flowerbed on the edge of a cliff.

The two of them turned a blind eye to the cliff just a stone's throw away, and Fio looked at a plant in front of him and sighed, "Water birch, only here can it grow like this." ”

Pruss nodded: "Yes, a hundred years is an inch long, who can wait for it to really become a talent." I don't know what kind of increase in mana will reach after it blooms in a few days. ”

Fio looked up at the height of the birch and said, "How long has it been since no one has come up down?"

Before Pruss could reply, he heard a fluttering sound in his ears.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a fat chicken flying up and falling beside the birch.

There was no movement for a long time, and after a while, he took a breath and said, "I'm tired uncle." With that, he tied the rope to the birch.

The two of them hadn't seen a living person for hundreds of years, and they were stunned for a moment, silently watching the chicken paws struggling to circle around the birch, and Pruss couldn't help but ask, "Devouring the dragon?"

The fat chicken didn't notice anyone on the side at all, and was startled by the sudden sound, and the rope under its feet didn't run, and it looked back in surprise: "Someone?"

Fio and Pruss were also startled by the fat chicken's startle, and Fio was speechless, "We've been here all along." ”

The Dragon Devouring Fox asked, "Do you know me?"

Pruss smiled: "Who doesn't know the Divine Beast Devouring Dragon, can I still recognize you as a chicken?"

The devouring dragon held back a bitter tear, it has been being treated like a chicken lately.

Fio's shoulders arched over Prus: "It's the devouring dragon in the mountains below?"

Prus nodded: "There is only one Devouring Dragon, you have lived so long and you have seen two Devouring Dragons?"

Fio had a dark face: "I've lived so long, where have I been, haven't you counted it in your heart?"

Pruss stared at the devouring dragon: "Since you came out, then that one must have appeared, what about the others?"

The dragon eater tugged at the rope, leaned his head to the edge of the cliff and looked at it for a moment, then turned back and said, "It's coming up soon." ”

Pruss looked at the rope trembling slightly, and said in surprise, "What do you mean? Could it be that the man is going to climb up?"

The devouring dragon rolled his eyes: "How can you come up if you don't climb?" Ye can fly, but he can't. With that, he turned over and jumped off the cliff to pick up He Jian.

Fio still couldn't believe the dragon devourer, and asked in a low voice, "It's quite like a divine beast with such a drag on your breath, why are you out of breath when you climb up with a rope?"

Pruss stared at the dangling rope, his gaze lost to memory.

"At the beginning, it wasn't like this, the dragon devouring body in its heyday was the size of a small mountain, I was still weak at the time, but I was only responsible for guarding the periphery, and Lord Fashen brought several great magicians and sword saints to trap it, this guy was invulnerable, if it wasn't for Lord Fashen to seal it, I really don't know how to deal with it. ”

"I don't know what the savior prophesied by Lord Hojin looks like. can tame the divine beast, and it's not an ordinary person to think about it. ”

"I'm going to see it soon, but I don't know why he didn't go through the teleportation array, and the masters are so different?"

In the anticipation of the two, the first voice came from the dragon devourer: "Come on, come on, there are two more sections!"

Then a panting male voice sounded: "No, no, no, take a break." ”

The smug voice of the dragon devouring is particularly penetrating: "It's okay, you blow the wind first, it's hanging in the air here, and the scenery is quite chic." ”

Pruss and Fio looked at each other, and always felt that the painting style was a little wrong.

A man's voice was furious: "You hold me in the back!"

"Oh yo! don't!

"Don't go up!

"Ass! Ass......"

In the midst of the chaotic shouts, a hand rested on the cliff.

The two of them looked at this hand, and it seemed that it was too delicate.

The body language of this hand is very rich, first loosen the rope, five points to the sky, it looks so helpless, and then gently patted on the edge of the cliff, as if looking for something, grabbed the sparse grass, grasped the fingers tightly, and pulled a few grasses down.

The fingers were released, a few grasses drifted away with the wind, the slender five fingers re-grasped the rope, and the green tendons on the back of the hand were exposed, showing the struggle and unyielding of the owner of the hand.

With a burst of "Ahhh

Both of them looked anxious.

A voice came: "I've arrived!"

The voice was full of excitement and joy, and then the voice of the dragon devourer: "You are a fart! your arm is here, you are not here!"

"Isn't my arm part of my man?"

"Can you go up first and then swoop!"

"You're saying easy, I want to have the strength, do I need to scream in mid-air?"

The two of them glanced at each other, and the emotions in their eyes were extremely complicated.

5,000 years of planning, 5,000 years of waiting, just waiting for such a master, this product is not very reliable no matter how you look at it.

Pruss sighed, stepped forward and grabbed He Jian's arm, lifted him lightly, and dragged him up.

He Jian was not surprised when he heard the devouring dragon say that there were people above, he thanked him, and lay on his back on the ground panting.

Prusfio took advantage of He Jian's panting stall and silently looked at this "savior".

He doesn't have a strong physique, he can't even use the word physique, and this small body is a lot worse than ordinary people.

He doesn't have an abundance of magic in his body, so he shouldn't even be a magician, and he seems to be too young at this age, right?

Is this kid 15 years old? Or is it 13 years old?

The only thing that is still said in the past is that this child is quite good-looking, but his beautiful appearance has nothing to do with the savior Mao!

He Jian lay down for a while, his breath gradually calmed down, looked at the palace group in the distance, and said in his heart that this time he should have come to the right place.

He turned over and sat up to thank the two of them again, and then asked, "Is this the Golden Temple?"

"This is the Golden Temple, I'm Prus, he's Fio. What do you call it?"

He Jian nodded, and was about to speak, when he suddenly remembered, what do you call yourself?

Those villagers call him Xiaobu, no one knows Xiaobu here, is it possible that he still keeps calling Xiaobu's name?

He pondered for a while and said, "My name is He Jian. ”

Pruss wondered, and asked you a name, what were you thinking?

He looked at He Jian's appearance, which was really a little smaller, and asked again, "How old are you?"

He Jian glanced at Pruss and secretly complained that he always asked questions that were difficult to answer.

He Jian is 20 years old, and the devil knows how old Xiaobu is!

But once every 3 years, 15 years old to take the magic test, he should be 15 to 17 years old.

"15 or 6 years old. ”

He Jian secretly said in his heart, ashamed and ashamed, pretending to be tender.

Pruss was a little upset, this little guy looked so oily, not something to be made.

"15 is 15, 16 is 16, what is 15, 6?"

He Jian just arrived at someone else's land, and he didn't want to argue with anyone, so he explained casually: "15 years old, 16 years old." ”

Pruss has lost his temper, what the hell is 16 years old?

I don't know that there is such an algorithm on the mainland, could it be that I have been on it for too long, and the people below have changed the age algorithm?