Li Yunzi's sculptures and portraits, I don't know which master they came from, made countless people in the Zulong City-State amazed, and even made too many young men feel spring, and even many obsessives like Luo Xiao who have been psychologically distorted.

This thunder is just one of them.

Unlike those who purely satisfy their own curiosity and fantasy, he sticks up every portrait of a dignified and holy, like a heavenly maiden who is clear and jade, and there are no unsightly versions that circulate in the market.

It can be seen that in his mind, a certain person has been regarded by him as a very high faith.

The killing thought was condensed in my heart because of this.

Leaving this person alive, after all, he is also a wasted person, Zhu Minglang couldn't help but sigh after walking out of this room.

How many such people are there in this city-state?

This reminded Zhu Minglang of a sentence in Pujia: The so-called Yi people, on the water side, trace and follow it, and the road is long and obstructive.

After witnessing Li Yunzi quelling the Wutu riots, Zhu Minglang knew very well that Li Yunzi was even more outstanding than he imagined, and she endured humiliation and stood up, and she rose to a higher level in the ancestral dragon city-state.

Whether it is Li Yunzi's real enemies or those who hate because of love, they are afraid that they will come at him.

In these two, there must be strong people, and it is by no means as simple as Lei Feiming, who has a top-ranking candle dragon.

"Before Xiaobai reaches adulthood, he must be careful of these fangs. ”

Crazy to crazy, the heart of prevention is absolutely indispensable, not to mention that after today, there will definitely be more people staring at themselves.

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In the dead of night, hoarfrost began to condense in the grassy courtyard, and the small pond overgrown with water ferns slowly condensed with a layer of ice.

Suddenly, an unusual wind swept by, and the ice of the pool suddenly cracked, revealing one pattern after another.

The room was dim, and the towers of lights on the wall not far away outlined the tables, chairs, screens, and beds......

The room was closed, and there was a painting on the wall, but it fluttered without the wind, and they made the sound of the pages turning.

Lei Feiming was half asleep, and in the dimness he saw the big mural on the wall, and the proud figure of the beautiful woman in the mural seemed to glow with a little moonlight even in the darkness.

Lei Feiming rubbed his eyes, he thought he had an illusion, because he seemed to see the person in the painting floating down from the scroll and walking towards him step by step.

"Huh!"

The beauty in the painting had a sword in her hand, and the shadow stabbed out the sword without warning, and saw the sword of the ink shadow piercing through Lei Feiming's throat!

Lei Feiming looked at the ink beauty who came to life from the painting in disbelief, and couldn't believe that the woman he believed in stabbed him with a sword.

His throat began to bleed, his eyes were full of shock, and even at the last moment of death he did not understand why he had died at the hands of the holy scroll beauties he had collected.

The shadow of the painting pulled out the ink sword, and the graceful figure floated backwards little by little, but when it returned to the huge scroll, it suddenly melted and turned into a puddle of indiscriminate ink, which slowly flowed down the white canvas......

The night was silent, the courtyard was desolate, and all the portraits in the house were no longer turned, returning to their original tranquility.

Lei Feiming fell in a pool of blood, and the blood spread along with the ink.

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Zhu Minglang returned to the Dragon Training Academy, he walked towards the Dragon Storage Palace, and found that the little dragon cub had recovered well, and it was chasing and fighting with several little young spirits in the Dragon Storage Palace......

Seeing Zhu Minglang appear, the little dragon cub spread its wings and ran over, looking very dependent.

"I haven't named you yet. Zhu Minglang said.

"Woo~~~" The little dragon cub seemed to understand what Zhu Minglang said, and showed a look of expectation.

"Greenskin?"

"Woo!"

"Mung Bean??"

"Woooooooo

"Qingzhuo?It's very hard to choose a name, and the name is just a codename, you choose one of the three, green skin, mung bean, and Qing Zhuo. Zhu Minglang said to the little guy.

The little dragon cub's eyes widened with the same vertical eyes as its mother, and there was a confused glow of cyan on them.

Don't take such a bully of children, do you need to choose?

"Okay, it's called Qing Zhuo, if you are still molting and changing blood in the future, what kind of blue and purple will you become, and then change your name to Lan Zhuo, Zi Zhuo ......" Zhu Minglang couldn't help but smile when he saw that the little dragon cub was very satisfied with the name he gave it.

"Let's go to the spiritual realm first, Nanmu juice is not easy to find, you can drink the juice first, grow up as soon as possible, and your body will be healthy." Zhu Minglang continued.

When the little guy arrived in the spiritual realm, he saw the big black tooth and the little white man.

introduced himself, and soon Zhu Minglang's spiritual domain sounded at the same time the protests of the three dragon pets were dissatisfied.

Is there such a perfunctory owner, in the name, you can't go to the dim sum, is it to add family members in the future, can you make up all the colors?

Not to mention, Zhu Minglang really has plans in this regard.

In the future, there will be red, blue, and yellow dragon pets, give priority to it, and make this system of taking the name of the dragon neat and tidy!

However, the spirit covenant has reached its upper limit.

Opening a new spirit covenant depends on some rare heavenly spirits, and in a place like the ancestral dragon city-state, any treasure that can increase the spirit covenant will be frantically bid......

Now that Bai Yi has awakened the Canglong Occult Technique, he shouldn't worry about buying expensive Dragon Balls.

There is still a large amount of alimony from Qingzhuo's mother, on the one hand, you can consider increasing Bai Zhuo's growth rate, so that it can reach adulthood as soon as possible, and on the other hand, you can raise Xiao Qingzhuo as soon as possible.

Even Mr. Wu thinks that Xiao Qingzhuo is extraordinary, and his strength is definitely worth looking forward to.

If you can add one more dragon in a short period of time, you can take the initiative to find Luo Xiao and deal with this tumor first!

Killing Ke Bei and severely injuring Duan Lan, the original Qiu Zhu Minglang will not be so easy to forget.

On the way back to the courtyard, there is an evergreen bamboo forest, the bamboo forest is tall and slender, and the slender figure is gently swaying in the miserable cold night, and from time to time there is a slight soft sound of leaf ripples, which makes people feel comfortable for a while.

The sound of the bamboo forest is the most soothing for people's minds, and Zhu Minglang also likes the bamboo forest.

There is an independent pavilion in the bamboo forest, and there is a bamboo platform in the attic, and there is a warm light at the attic viewing platform from Zhu Minglang.

Under the lamplight, there is a fair girl, holding a pen in her hand, and she is painting elegantly.

The bamboo forest, the lights, and the beauties make this bleak winter night bright and warm all of a sudden, as if adding indescribable colors all of a sudden.

Zhu Minglang stood on the bamboo forest path, looked through the soft bamboo, and looked quietly for a while.

"Painting at night?"

There was such a small confusion in my heart, but when I thought about it carefully, people were probably just practicing, not trying to depict this dark bamboo forest.

Zhu Minglang didn't disturb the woman's Yaxing, and continued to walk forward.

It's really a little familiar with this person, and she accompanied herself in the afternoon to play a scene where the two fell in love at first sight.

I have heard before that Nan Lingsha is a painter at the Dragon Training Academy, and seeing her painting here at this time, Zhu Minglang doesn't think it's a strange thing, as long as she is not painting a weird sacrificial picture, and then writing her name to curse herself.

Pretending not to see it, hurried away, Zhu Minglang was like a scholar walking at night, suddenly saw a shadow on the side of the road, thinking that where there are so many peach blossoms in the world, most of them are not a good thing, so he pretended to be blind.

But Nan Lingsha saw Zhu Minglang, she seemed to have finished painting, put down the brush in her hand, and looked at Zhu Minglang's back from a distance, her eyes were clear and beautiful, but there was no ripple at all, which made people unable to see her inner emotions.

Just as Zhu Minglang was about to go away, suddenly a cyan creature like a little milk dog rushed from Zhu Minglang's direction, it passed through the bamboo forest, and flexibly jumped to the viewing platform where Nan Lingsha was.

The cyan vertical pupil carefully looked at the beauty in front of the case for a while, and after making sure that the other party did not show hostility, the cyan dragon leaned into the ink and sniffed the blue ink with its nose.

This color ink is obviously not real ink, but some kind of leaf and wood juice, exuding a unique aroma, not to mention, the color is also very special.

The colored ink was neatly placed in a row, there were more than a dozen different colored inks, but the blue and cyan wood juice was the little guy's favorite, and it raised its head again, making sure that this gentle and elegant human big sister would not attack him, and the little dragon dragon was relieved to lick the wood juice used for painting.

"Wow, wow, wow, wow......"

The sound of footsteps came from the side steps, Zhu Minglang caught up, and looked at Xiao Qingzhuo drinking other people's painting ink, and his face turned black all of a sudden.

Drink nectar in vain.

Black Tooth eats fatty meat.

What kind of taste do you have when you eat painting ink!!

Isn't that embarrassing for the dragon herder!!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Zhu Minglang walked forward embarrassedly and picked up the naughty little guy.

"That's Nanmu juice, give it a drink. Nan Lingsha said lightly.

"Wood juice?" Zhu Minglang was a little surprised, leaned over and smelled it, it really had a fragrant wood smell, but there was still a big gap with the refreshing taste.

"Where did you come from, dragon?" asked Nan Lingsha.

"In the forest, in the north of the forest, there is a dragon cliff in the ancient pine forest, does the girl recognize this dragon, it just so happens that I am a little confused about its dragon life plan, and there seems to be no record of its bloodline and race in the books. Zhu Minglang also asked.

Since Nan Lingsha is the eldest lady of the Nan family, she is no stranger to dragons.

Xiao Qingzhuo is not a dragon of the green forest nor a dragon of the forest, but it obviously belongs to this genealogy, Zhu Minglang asked Mr. Wu, but Mr. Wu just asked himself to ask the people of the Nan clan.

Zhu Minglang asked Nan Ye, Nan Ye didn't understand anything, and now he happened to meet Nan Lingsha again, although he didn't know if it was a coincidence, so that she could help him solve his doubts.