"Pick seeds on the pine, and see Mount Tai leisurely!"

When the young emperor dragon casually sang the poems that touched the scene, the clouds and smoke around him were still surging, and occasionally a few cranes flew by.

Lying on the canopy of a tree about hundreds of meters high, Huanglong crossed Erlang's legs, raised his right hand that was lightly clenched into a fist, and with a flick of his thumb, a pine cone drew a delicate parabola and flew perfectly into Wei Qi's mouth.

Chewing on the delicious food and enjoying the infinite beauty of Mount Tai, the imperial dragon lifted its legs gracefully.

"Hey, it's too elegant, it's too sour! In this situation, it's better to have a slang, 'It's not as delicious as dumplings, but it's comfortable to lie down'!"

Through the mist of the clouds, but I saw that under the young man was the vast and boundless forest kingdom, and in the deep valley and stream, occasionally there were a few cries of birds; in front of me were the peaks of thousands of mountains, which appeared and disappeared in the faint sea of clouds, and a cool breeze blew by, which was very comfortable. Pangu opened the world, and the chaotic years after Nuwa made up for the sky were really like a fairyland.

This is a time of peace that has not been seen for thousands of years. In order to compete for the territory, the Chinese tribes fought for thousands of years, and finally because of the advent of the great god of Taoism, they turned their hostilities into jade silks, and they were exempted from conscription to recuperate.

There is thunder rolling in the sky, and there is a flood in the universe. The world has just been happy for hundreds of years, but it has encountered a rare drought. The land cracked, thousands of debris spread across the land in a shocking way, and more places have become vast deserts.

On the scorched yellow earth, only Mount Tai still has a touch of verdant greenery. It not only supports countless living beings, but also supplies the guardian clan of Mount Tai - the royal family.

In a peaceful and prosperous era, material desires are rampant, and after a hundred years of great drought, water is as precious as gold. Tearing through the vast sharing law of the emperor's grace and choosing to bully the weak, this green Mount Tai on the land of the yellow desert has become a treasure of feng shui for the world's races to fight and conquer. The drought continued, and hundreds of tribes were restless. It seems that a protracted world war is about to roll in like a volcanic eruption.

"Hey, it's been a long time since I've eaten the pine nut tiger meat dumplings made by my mother. Huang Long said, stroking a piece of red Taishan jade hanging from his neck. It was a relic of the mother. Since the death of his mother, the dragon has been wearing it and has not taken it off for a moment. In fact, the Taishan jade was originally turquoise, but her mother held it tightly before she died, and the blood splattered on it, turning red.

There are thousands of sorrows in my heart and thousands of thoughts. The imperial dragon unconsciously looked in the direction of the sky where people would return after being feathered, and the sky was blue and dust-free at this time. Floating in the sky along with the looming planets is a blazing sun. It's already baked the planet like a hot pot.

The Imperial Dragon frowned at the sight of it. But Huanglong doesn't want to be involved in any big responsibility to save the planet, because he is a "waste wood" in the eyes of others, and he has been angry to be an upright "waste wood", and he is "the little overlord in waste wood".

"If you can't be a warrior with miraculous skills, just be a towering tree, so standing, but you can live for a thousand years and overlook the common people!"

At this moment, a young girl's angry roar came from under the tree: "Brother Huanglong, how many pine cones have you picked? Drop them and give me some to eat! I'm hungry!"

The girl's voice was particularly bright in the quiet valley. Although the voice is high-pitched, it is difficult to suppress the sweetness of the beautiful girl's voice.

After this sweet voice, the echo lingered in the valley for a long time, and it was very pleasant.

"Hungry, hungry, hungry, you know how to eat!" As soon as this peerless little beauty in the royal family came to mind, the idea of mischief sprouted in the heart of the imperial dragon.

Mo Xiang'er, from the Mo clan, when the Mo clan was in prison, the royal family came to the rescue, so the Mo clan and the royal family formed an alliance of no conflict. In order to show the world the integrity of fulfilling the covenant, the patriarch sent his beloved daughter to the royal family.

In fact, what the fathers meant was to find a baby kiss for Huanglong. As soon as he thought that this follower would become his daughter-in-law in the future, Huang Long frowned in annoyance.

Thinking of this, the dragon rubbed the lotus leaf placed on the pine branch and threw it down. "Hungry, let's try this for now!"

From the lotus leaf bag falling down, the emperor dragon stretched out his left hand and counted while stretching out his fingers: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine......"

At this time, an angry roar came from under the giant tree: "Brother Huanglong, you big villain! I don't eat skin, I want to eat pine nuts!"

"Oh, Sister Mo Xiang'er must be really hungry! Your reaction is three seconds later than yesterday!"

As the dragon rejoiced at his prank, he suddenly felt the whole tree begin to tremble with frequency.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The giant tree shook and shook as if it had been struck again and again with tremendous brute force.

The dragon sat up in surprise and looked under the tree.

In the past, whenever he was funny with the beautiful girl Mo Xiang'er, Mo Xiang'er would always raise his foot and kick the giant tree.

But her strength is not enough to shake this huge tree, how can she have such great power today.

When the Imperial Dragon Lock looked intently at the bottom of the tree, he saw Mo Xiang'er beside the tree staring blankly at the bushes beside him. The Imperial Dragon suddenly felt that not only the tree was shaking, but also the surrounding trees were shaking.

The whole earth was shaking.

"Oh no, earthquake?"

He looked up at Tarzan not far away, where no rubble was rolling down, and no smoke was rising from the people to warn him.

"What's going on?"

When the imperial dragon was about to hold back his strength to ask Mo Xiang'er under the tree, Mo Xiang'er shouted at the tree with a sharp voice: "Brother Long, come and save me!"

As soon as the sound stopped, a huge black thing jumped in front of Mo Xiang'er.

"Ahh

The thing had a mouth, and two rows of gigantic bladed teeth peeked out of the bloody mouth.

It roared at Mo Xiang'er and was about to pounce.

Such a big thing can't bite Mo Xiang'er in one bite.

The imperial dragon quickly soared into the air and jumped straight down from the giant tree.

"Why is it so high!

His eyes were fixed on the black monster, but it was difficult for him to rush down at once, and the imperial dragon was anxious.

Although Ping Suri always wants to play tricks on this follower, he cares about her very much in his bones. Because there is an eternal belief in Huanglong's heart - "She is my daughter-in-law!"

As a manly husband, if he can't even protect his own woman, wouldn't he be worthy of the title of man.

Huang Long was in a hurry, so he had to recite his mind silently, urging the little energy left in his bloodline to stir up.

Huanglong knew that the result of such an operation was not only that the energy was completely devoured, but also that his body would have to endure the extreme pain of ten thousand ants biting his heart.

A man of his age already possessed the internal strength to kill a beast that had been cultivated for a hundred years with one punch. But the dragon couldn't, because he had a strange disease.

What kind of disease did Huanglong have? In fact, like his father Emperor Yu, he was caught by the top curse of the Wu Clan, and his internal strength was sealed by the charm. It is precisely because of this that the Imperial Dragon cannot step into the ranks of warriors, and wanders in the ranks of reckless men who work hard with physical brute force.

If he is a member of the clan, it will be fine, and he will be in a mess for a lifetime, and he will be a hundred. But he was born as the only son of the imperial patriarch Emperor Yu. The prominent status is in stark contrast to the level of internal strength that is so low that even a three-year-old doll is inferior, and it has to be called "waste wood".

The optimistic and open-minded Huanglong, who is as big as the universe, is too lazy to care about others, so he has received this well-deserved nickname with peace of mind.

As for the self-proclaimed title of "Little Overlord of Waste Firewood", it is just the helpless self-deprecation of Huanglong, in order to advertise that it is a little different from other waste wood. But no matter how different it is, it's still a waste of wood after all.

"Xiang'er, I'm here to save you!

"Bang!" Maybe the imperial dragon was too anxious, and the little remaining internal strength was suddenly sucked dry by the blood, and the imperial dragon, which had no support, smashed heavily to the ground like a boulder.

Smash it, smash it, the imperial dragon just hit the mud puddle with a face, and even the huge monster that tried to attack Mo Xiang'er before was stunned.

The dragon finally got up from the mud pit, and only then did he see that it was a wild boar! The dragon was frightened by its huge body, but he still resisted the fear in his heart, and staggered towards the wild boar. As he walked, he pointed his finger at the wild boar and shouted with his last strength: "Bold! Waste wood is here, if anyone bullies my family Xiang'er, he will be a livestock!"

"Stupid! This wild boar is originally a livestock!" Mo Xiang'er on the side stomped her feet angrily and laughed.

"Uh......" Huanglong came to this behemoth, protected Mo Xiang'er, and said timidly: "Don't be afraid!

"What way?Brother Long, your internal strength ......?"

At this time, the imperial dragon turned his head and showed a sly smile at Mo Xiang'er.

Mo Xiang'er rarely saw Huanglong so confident, and a strange thought suddenly appeared in her heart: "Could it be that Brother Chenglong has secretly learned some secret to the sharp rise of internal strength? With such a good thing, why didn't he tell me? I am too distressed every day to lift his curse seal!"