The Fourth Thousand One Hundred and Forty-Six Chapters

Ling Han is full of expectations, what will hatch out of it?

Uh, as long as it's not a gourd baby.

The answer was soon revealed. I saw the eggshell shattered, revealing a cyan creature, shaped like a snake, but with four small feet.

"What an ugly guy!" Ling Han bared his teeth, is this really the heir of a real dragon, why does it look more like a four-legged snake?

At this moment, the four-legged snake suddenly opened its mouth and nibbled at the eggshell.

Click, click, the sound is crisp.

As a foodie, Ling Han actually swallowed his saliva unsatisfactorily. Seeing that this little guy eats so much, it's even more crispy after a bite. This thing should be delicious, right?

Seemingly sensing Ling Han's greed, the four-legged snake actually stopped and looked towards Ling Han with a look of contempt.

Damn, I was despised by a four-legged snake!

Ling Han became angry, since he was seen through, then he was welcome.

He jumped onto the real dragon's nest, ready to taste the taste of eggshells, but before he set foot on the mother branch, he was shocked back by a huge force.

Bang, like a cannonball, he slammed into the pile of immortal gold behind him.

"Hahahaha!" I saw the four-legged snake laughing loudly, and pressed its two front paws on its body, as if laughing.

Ling Han was extremely depressed. He wanted to show his old face and taste the taste of eggshells, but he didn't expect to be able to steal chickens, so he was laughed at again.

By the way, is this four-legged snake a little green dragon?

"Later generations!" The mighty voice sounded, and I saw the phantom of a real dragon emerge, exuding a supreme aura. This is the majesty of the emperor, and any existence can never be simulated. This real dragon just danced in mid-air, and the big eyes of the copper bell stared at Ling Han: "This is my youngest son, I will leave it to be born today, to fight for that chance, I hope you can take care of it."

The little blue dragon immediately showed dissatisfaction and wanted to speak out against it, but he didn't know what to think, so he closed his mouth again and continued to nibble on the eggshell.

Kacha, Kacha, he seemed to be in the cold, deliberately gnawing crisp and loud.

Ling Han really wanted to rush up to beat him, but he couldn't get through, and secondly, the old man was staring at him, even if he had been transformed for hundreds of millions of years, and only a thought was left, it would still be easy to kill him. .

OK, I will endure.

"Later generations, you are the only one I have selected after all the generations, and your future achievements are limitless!" Zhenlong said again, "Of course, I will not let you help in vain."

He moved his paws, and he saw seven fruits flying over.

Dragon fruit!

Ling Han's eyes lit up, this is the emperor-level fairy fruit, the most powerful medicine. Before, he wanted to pick it but was restricted by the emperor's killing array. He didn't expect that the real dragon took the initiative to take it in front of him.

Okay, he helped me out with this, taking care of a little green dragon, it's a little tricky.

Hey wait, what does this mean?

Ling Han was astonished, because when the seven Heavenly Dragon Fruits flew in front of him, six actually turned around and continued to fly towards the little blue dragon, only one fell down.

Oh, I only have one co-author?

In fact, this is an emperor-level medicine, even one is enough to make the saints bleed and let all the emperors take action, but who made the real dragon get seven at once, but only divided Give him a mile.

You are greedy for me.

Six Heavenly Dragon Fruits landed on the True Dragon Nest and lined up in front of Xiao Qinglong.

What a waste, it's so small, shouldn't it be milk, what kind of dragon fruit!

Then, Ling Han discovered that this little blue dragon... was very cheap.

He actually grinned at Ling Han while fiddling with the Heavenly Dragon Fruit in front of him.

Damn, did you really just hatch? Your expression is too rich.

Zhenlong glanced at his young son dotingly, and then said to Ling Han: "My youngest son was envied by the sky before he was born, and he was left with dark wounds, so I had to seal it in Xianyuan and block it. The passage of life essence, with time to slowly remove dark wounds,

Born at a suitable time in the future. "

"Although time can heal dark wounds, it eventually hurts the foundation. I cultivate the dragon tree to form a dragon fruit to repair the foundation of my son."

Oh I got it.

This time Ling Han is more psychologically balanced. The Tianlong tree was pulled from the holy level to the emperor level in order to cure Xiaoqinglong. It is not bad that he can get a fruit.

Also, how does a real dragon exist, and what needs to be explained to him?

From this point of view, Zhenlong really looks down on him very much.

However, Ling Han was also full of curiosity. Since the divine beast was created by heaven and earth, it should be favored by heaven. Why was the real dragon envied by heaven and earth? Moreover, the dark wounds that even the Great Emperor can't heal must be sealed with the immortal source and rely on endless time to drive away the dark wounds. What crime did this little Qinglong suffer?

But Zhenlong didn't want to explain any further, his figure floated slightly, and continued: "I created a set of exercises called the Heavenly Dragon Emperor Art, which I teach you now, and you will be responsible for teaching my son to practice in the future. If you can cultivate it, then you can have the power of a real dragon, and you will not be afraid of anyone in the world."

The real dragon stretched out its huge claws and lightly tapped on Ling Han's forehead. Suddenly, a light group poured into Ling Han's sea of ​​consciousness.

Boom, this amount of information is too huge, so Ling Han couldn't accept it for a while, and he fainted directly.

The real dragon didn't care, it didn't hurt anyway.

He looked at his young son, and there was love in his eyes.

If it wasn't for this young son, why would he have to take pains to leave a consciousness behind? This consciousness is trapped here, and after billions of years of loneliness, it is enough to drive anyone crazy.

But he endured it, firstly because he was a great emperor with such a kind of temperament, and secondly because of his love for the youngest son, which made him willing to be so lonely, just so that when the youngest son was born, he could be entrusted to someone who could trust him. And strong man.

Xiao Qinglong no longer had a cheap look. He stopped eating eggshells, straightened his head, and looked at the real dragon, his eyes were a little wet.

Although he was just born, he also has a hazy consciousness in the eggshell, and his wisdom has long been enlightened.

"The road ahead, you need to walk on your own." Zhenlong said, his voice mighty and majestic.

Xiao Qinglong nodded, and tears finally flowed out, because he knew that the real dragon's spiritual sense had completed its mission and was about to dissipate completely.

This is not death, but a deliverance.

"This son has great luck and a great future. If you follow him, you may be able to avoid future killings." Zhenlong said again.

Xiao Qinglong continued to nod, with tears in his eyes, looking very cute.

"I'm going." The figure of the real dragon began to dissipate, but his eyes kept on his own son.

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