On a desolate ancient hill, Fu Xi stopped, a smile on his face.

As a ripple shook through the air, a flash of quaint gates appeared out of thin air.

This is the mound of clothes he left in the world, the tomb of Fuxi.

Fuxi Tomb is a more mysterious place than Xuanyuan Tomb and Shennong Tomb.

Because it is not like the three thousand maidens of the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, leaving countless heirs, Fuxi, who is alone, has no descendants.

Therefore, now this Fuxi tomb has been completely dilapidated and looks a little deserted.

Even now, there are very few people who know that there is a Fuxi tomb among the people.

The prestige of the first generation Emperor Fuxi was gradually not as high as his two disciples.

Of course, it doesn't matter at all to these Fu Xi himself, after all, he is now with his beloved, and the sea is rotten and he is not old and immortal, what could be happier in the world?

It's just that a little episode that has appeared recently has made Fu Xi quite unhappy, as if the most cherished thing has been dripping ink spots.

But after careful consideration, Fu Xi felt that it was a bit too much to ruin a person's life because of a crazy poem, or even a country.

In order to protect the faint king, and at the same time to help his old friend untie the knot, Fu Xi thought of a good idea.

"Old man, are you there!"

Fu Xi pushed open the door and entered his own tomb.

After shouting three times, a tall figure covered in flesh stepped out from the depths of the tomb.

"Fuxi, long time no see!"

Her voice was rough and terrifying, even like the low roar of some kind of beast.

The tall figure stepped forward and hugged Fu Xi, looking familiar and affectionate.

Fu Xi couldn't help but say, "Do you still like to live in a place like this? Why don't you go live outside with me!"

"No need, I'm a remnant of the old era, and the new era can't carry my bed. ”

At this time, a faint light entered the tomb through the gap, shining on the face of the tall figure, revealing a lizard-like skin that was completely different from that of a human.

However, on her bloody mouth, she wore red lip gloss and a little pink on her face, which made it look even more terrifying.

It turned out that this tall figure was not a mortal, nor an immortal, but a dinosaur man.

She is Fuxi's mount back then, and she is also his good partner, the velociraptor who has saved the female snail and the human race, and has also witnessed the velociraptor of Fuxi's female snail in the forest for decades of plain and happy life (in order to prevent the bar essence, the image and size of the velociraptor here are subject to Jurassic Park, and the latest research shows that the velociraptor looks like a turkey, no need for popular science, thank you.) ）。

"At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, the tomb of the living dead, Long'er, why are you suffering......"

Fu Xi shook his head, and there was some sadness in his eyes.

Don't get me wrong, Fu Xi and his mount don't have any emotional entanglements, and there are other people who break the little dragon girl's heart.

That is the duck-necked dragon boy under the great constellation of Tibetan dumplings.

With the advent of the Ice Age thousands of years ago, the vegetation on land changed dramatically.

Dinosaur-friendly ferns are dying out, vast swaths of rainforest are gone, and dinosaurs are in decline.

Except for the Tianzhu Buzhou Mountain, where the core flame retains a temperature suitable for their survival, the dinosaur population in other regions gradually disappeared except for one that evolved into birds.

When the climate changes again and the vegetation slowly recovers, the dinosaurs want to start reproducing and spreading from the mountains.

However, it was found that in the entire desolate land, the human race occupied the Nanzhan Continent, the Buddha occupied the West Niuhe Prefecture, the Demon Clan occupied the Dongsheng Shenzhou, and the Bread Shura clan occupied the Beiju Luzhou.

Heaven and earth are so big that there is no room for them to expand again.

Therefore, this meritorious velociraptor named Little Dragon Girl will call himself a remnant of the previous era.

Of course, she wasn't so autistic in the first place.

After all, she followed Fuxi's cultivation, and she also had a thousand-year-old Taoism, and she also had the capital to find her own happiness.

In a routine wine and meat exchange between immortals, the little dragon girl who followed Fu Xi happened to meet the duck-necked boy who followed behind the great fairy of Tibetan dumplings, and then fell in love at first sight.

In her mind, except for the remaining population on Buzhou Mountain, she is the last velociraptor in heaven and earth, and the duck-necked boy is the last duck-necked dragon.

The encounter between two people should be arranged by fate, and there should be a happy outcome.

However, it turns out that the duck-necked boy is a scumbag, and he ruthlessly abandoned the little dragon girl, causing an indelible wound to her psyche.

"You should go for a walk. ”

Fu Xi stood on tiptoe and patted Xiaolongnu's shoulder, and said, "The new era can carry your bed, and I have already helped you find ......"

"No way, whether it's the Terrans or the bread Shura's beds, they can't carry me at all!"

"No, there is one kind of bed that does, and that is the dragon bed!"

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At the same time, King Su and his entourage have completed the sacrifice to the female snail temple, and by the way, they also offered some cola, roast chicken and other favorite foods to Zhang Ya Zhenjun Temple.

Zhang Ya found an opportunity to eat these tributes, and kicked him out before the king could compose a poem for him.

Now that the king has been poisoned and overdosed, he is far less brutal than that, and he has no idea of burning Zhang Ya Temple.

In fact, not only was he angry, but he even laughed and said: "You are a good immortal, you dare to kick the widow, the widow is born with divine power, but he is not afraid of you!"

Saying that, the king actually rushed forward and wanted to wrestle with Zhang Ya's clay sculpture.

Shang Rong and the others hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Ya, crying and admonishing.

But the power of the king of the Xuan Dynasty, how can he be swayed by them, he has to wrestle with Zhang Ya.

Fortunately, after completing his cultivation at this time, You Hun, who had obtained the qualification to drive, had an idea and shouted: "Look, the king!"

He pointed to the statue of Zhang Ya on the shrine, which was a red-haired boy carrying a gourd on his back.

"Look, the king, he's just a child, and he's not sleep-deprived, and his eyes are full of dark circles!"

The king looked at it, and sure enough, he saw that the duck image was just a milky little kid, and he suddenly lost interest.

"Such a child, I can't win!"

King Xuan seemed to be a child who had lost his beloved toy, with a disappointed face, he glanced at You Hun, and his eyes suddenly lit up:

"Are you the warrior who saved the orphan before? come and come, sit with the orphan!"

The king enthusiastically took You Hun's arm and boarded his chariot with him, "You Mengshi, the lonely king doesn't like to read since he was a child, he doesn't like flying eagles and horses, he loves this sumo wrestling technique, You Aiqing has the courage of ten thousand people, wait to return to Chaoge, accompany Lone every day, and play with Lone!" ♂

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