Chapter 600 Tao Zhi Yao Yao 10
This incident had a huge impact on A Cui. She locked herself in the room and cried for a long time. The village chief and his wife were anxious outside the house.
Qing Wu lay lazily on the table in A Cui's room, looking at the girl who was buried in the quilt and crying out of breath, with an indifferent expression.
After observing her for a long time and discovering that she was just sad but not suicidal, she turned into a wisp of smoke and left quietly.
Early the next morning.
Qingwu walked slowly back to the peach forest, only to find that the barrier outside the peach forest had been broken somehow.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, hinting at an approaching storm.
The ground in the peach forest was full of rocks, some of which were even broken into powder. The ground was in a mess, but the peach trees were not damaged at all.
Looking at the destroyed scene, I knew that the big egg guy was losing his temper again.
She pursed her lips and walked inside on the gravel, not seeing the round egg along the way.
Qingwu looked around Taolin in confusion.
Finally found a cave.
As soon as she entered, she paused and blinked at the extra people in the cave.
The smaller one, Mo, was about three years old. He was wearing a white robe with red lines on the sleeves and corners, which were very similar to the lines on eggshells.
His silver hair fell down to his ankles like a waterfall, falling down smoothly, almost covering his back.
With his fleshy little hands dragging the edge of the half-broken eggshell, he stood quietly in the middle of the cave, the air pressure was very low.
Hearing the sound, he paused and then slowly turned his head.
The little face is delicate and beautiful, the skin is milky white, and the small lips are light and bright red. There is a pair of silver-white horns on his forehead, which are small and round.
The pupils were a shocking, violent and voluptuous red. When he looked at it, he was as fierce as a ferocious beast. His cheeks bulged out unhappily, making the little guy look fierce.
Qingwu froze at the entrance of the cave and recognized him. After staring at the diagonal corners on his forehead for a long time, he said curiously: "Dragon egg?"
The horns are very silvery white, with a little flesh color, and are shaped like short forked twigs. They indeed look like dragon horns.
When the little guy saw her, the redness in his eyes faded a little, suppressing his inner irritability. But when he heard her words, he frowned and said coldly: "Cang Lin, my name is Cang Lin."
"Cang Lin, A Lin," Qing Wu read softly, then smiled, "It's a pretty domineering name."
Her voice was delicate and soft, and it was very pleasant to hear his name. Cang Lin tilted his head and looked at her.
Looking at his serious yet cute little face, she walked over, squatted in front of him, and poked his corner.
"Alin, are you a dragon?"
The corner is his sensitive position,
In the dragon clan, dragon horns and dragon scales are the most untouchable, otherwise the dragon will feel dangerous and enter an attack state.
Being touched suddenly made him uncomfortable and wanted to retreat, but he was afraid that the girl would be angry, so he restrained himself and nodded.
Glancing at the eggshell he was holding, Qingwu raised his eyebrows slightly and wondered: "Why did you hatch it?"
I had always been curious about what breed he was, and it turned out to be a dragon.
I haven't seen him come out for so many years.
Cang Lin raised his head slightly, looking straight at her with his blood-red eyes, his brows not loosening.
He did not answer her question patiently, but asked a slightly irritable question that made him uneasy for a whole day: "Where have you been?"
He complained about her behavior of leaving him without saying a word. There was obvious grievance in his tone.
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PS: This is not cultivation.
(End of chapter)