Chen Xuan silently opened his eyes and felt incomparably comfortable in his body. You know, in this era full of 996, it is rare to sleep so comfortably.
But where's the alarm? What time is it? Today is the day of the interview!
It seemed that nothing could affect Chen Xuan's mood. Chen Xuan just felt lazy and looked ahead blankly.
Why am I so calm?
Chen Xuan turned over quietly and felt something different.
Where is this?!
Chen Xuan wanted to open his eyes wide and make a shocked expression as he looked at these decorations full of historical atmosphere. Even though it was covered with bronze and jade decorations, it still could not cover up the dead wood on the beams and the adobe on the surrounding walls.
However, even though he looked shocked, Chen Xuan's heart was still extremely calm, so calm that he did not come to his senses after he slowly flew up.
I'm flying?!
Chen Xuan looked around and felt his body swaying slightly, as if he was floating in a bathtub, appearing very comfortable.
That's it!
Chen Xuan no longer thought too much, his mind gradually became empty, and he let his body sway in the air until he bumped into a bronze mirror and saw a blurry figure inside.
Is this a dragon?
Chen Xuan stared at the blurry figure in the bronze mirror and recognized at a glance that it was a dragon, a black dragon.
I turned into a dragon?
Chen Xuan stared at the bronze mirror with lifeless eyes, and the dragon body swaying in the air slowly settled down.
Oh, I really became a dragon.
Chen Xuan took a few glances, and his attention flew away. His body, which was fixed in the air, began to sway again.
"Squeak~"
The sound of wood twisting together was heard, finally pulling Chen Xuan, who was daydreaming, over.
who?
Chen Xuan turned his head and saw a child walking in. As for the two adults following behind him, Chen Xuan naturally ignored them.
Do I need to hide?
The thought only arose for a second before Chen Xuan extinguished it. Discovery? It didn't matter.
There was nothing unusual about the three people who came in. The child quietly came and knelt down beside Chen Xuan, where there was a desk.
As soon as the child sat down, the two men hurriedly took out a bamboo slip and a knife and handed them to him. Seeing that the child did not move, they retreated respectfully and closed the door.
Chen Xuan was a little curious. This was the first time he had felt emotional since waking up. He landed curiously and looked carefully at the bamboo slips that the child had unfolded. The words on them seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't recognize any of them.
"What are you?"
Chen Xuan felt as if his heart was being grasped, and a feeling of suffocation along with these words filled Chen Xuan's head.
When Chen Xuan came back to his senses, he saw the children below looking at him calmly, and the words filled with suffocation were uttered by him.
"You can't speak? Are you a mute?" the child asked again, then seemed to feel that the question was inappropriate and added, "Or perhaps a mute beast?"
Although Chen Xuan didn't understand what a mute person was, judging from the child's tone, it probably wasn't a good word.
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
Chen Xuan only felt a roar bursting out from his throat, and an ancient sound echoed around the child.
Why should I learn to speak like this kid?
A hint of doubt popped up in Chen Xuan's mind again, but it was quickly dispelled by the child's words.
"Are you here to kill me?" The child looked at Chen Xuan calmly. His words were very calm, but they made Chen Xuan feel an unusual sense of oppression. This feeling did not come from the child, but from the sky!
"No." Chen Xuan uttered the two words with difficulty. His body swaying in the air slowly settled down and then slowly landed on the table in front of the child.
"Then why should I be afraid?" The child looked up at Chen Xuan. His clear eyes made Chen Xuan's heart calm down, and the depression that had been there for a long time also dissipated.
Chen Xuan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and his mind gradually became clearer, without any trace of the initial confusion.
"My name is Ying Zheng, from Qin. What about you? Who are you?" The child lowered his head and carved something on his hand.
Ying Zheng? Qin? Wait?! This kid is Zulong?!
Chen Xuan finally understood where the previous feeling of depression came from. After all, this was the only ancestor, the Zulong!
Fortunately, the change in his temperament after traveling through time and space prevented Chen Xuan from being stunned for long. He even replied in the same tone as before: "My name is Chen Xuan, I am from China, you can call me - Dragon."
"Dragon? Is it a mythical beast? Or a ghost or something like that?" The child raised his head again, his clear eyes filled with confusion.
"I guess so. Have you ever seen something like me?" Chen Xuan leaned over and looked at Ying Zheng. He urgently needed to confirm whether this was ancient China, or a fairy world disguised as Chinese civilization.
"I've seen it in a dream. My father always liked to tell me these things before he left. He said he would send you to take me and my mother home." Ying Zheng lowered his head again, and Chen Xuan suddenly felt a breath of fear emerging from this little man, and slowly crawled into the depths of Chen Xuan's heart.
At this moment, Chen Xuan seemed to have found the meaning of his time travel, or rather, the support for his future life, which was to stay by this child's side, feel everything about him, and guard this person who brought important significance to the entire China.
"When I was taking a rest in Xianyang, I heard your father's prayers, so I came to pick you up." Chen Xuan curled up and landed on Ying Zheng's head, rubbing his jet-black hair with his paws.
"Your name is Chen Xuan, right?" Ying Zheng stopped what he was doing and buried his head deep in the shadows. A faint light seemed to roll across his face. "Chen Xuan, thank you."
Note: In ancient times, "閑人" referred to a mute.
Ying Zheng, surnamed Ying, clan Zhao or Qin. There is a saying that in the pre-Qin period, men had clan names and women had surnames, so Zhao Zheng is chosen here.
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