Han Qianling didn't look back.
He slowly uttered his final ultimatum: "So how can I let you - hurt him in front of me?!"
As soon as these words were spoken, a cold light flashed all over Han Qianling's body!
Han Qianling's shadowy shoulder brushed against Luo Jiujiang's, intentionally or unintentionally, like a dragonfly touching the water, then leaving in a flash, like a hurried, silent comfort. Then, like a stream of light, he and the Dragon God's shadow engaged, claw to claw, flesh to flesh, in a grappling match.
But in the blink of an eye, father and son had turned against each other!
Amidst the chaos, an extremely inappropriate thought flashed through Luo Jiujiang's mind: Although Qianling and Longshen had never met before, judging from their behavior patterns alone, they were undoubtedly father and son.
The Dragon God was filled with pride, needless to say, he didn't use any other mode of communication except dragon language; while Han Qianling insisted on using human language even though he knew that dragon language was more convenient to communicate and that he was as fluent in dragon language as human speech.
Judging from their stubbornness alone, they are very similar.
The Dragon God's shadow was incredibly swift. Luo Jiujiang's speech hadn't even kept pace with the two men's exchange. In the time it took an average person to breathe, Han Qianling and the Dragon God's shadow separated, their complexions paling considerably.
Luo Jiujiang looked distressed and said, "Qianling, go back inside the scales."
Han Qianling smiled faintly: "Are you worried about me? It doesn't matter. Even if this spiritual consciousness is exhausted, it will just return to its original form."
He tilted his head slightly, and the shadow touched Luo Jiujiang's forehead: "I'm fine, Jiujiang. Even if it's just a separated spiritual consciousness of mine, I still want to protect you."
At this point, Han Qianling's voice gradually lowered, and finally he almost whispered: "Jiujiang, you have the flesh and blood of a divine dragon in your body, and we are all constrained... Wait for me to take action and remove the blood for you. Seize the opportunity and use the sword energy to destroy the condensed blood beads."
"I've already tested it a bit. As long as you don't give it blood to nourish it, the strength of this shadow left by the Dragon God is already inferior to yours. Just let go and defeat it."
Luo Jiujiang paused, and finally responded with a "hmm," then added, "What about you?"
As long as Han Qianling was still there, it was impossible for him not to fight alongside Luo Jiujiang. Now that he had asked Luo Jiujiang to fight with all his might, he naturally excluded himself first.
"I want to draw out your blood." Han Qianling said gently: "I will use myself to replenish the drop of Dragon God Blood that was drawn from your body."
"Jiujiang, close your eyes."
Luo Jiujiang's eyes closed and opened subconsciously, and he blurted out "What do you mean by taking yourself—" but he was still a step too late. Han Qianling lowered his head, and an illusory blue shadow was caressing his lips, as if wanting to give him a passionate kiss.
At the same time, Han Qianling's shadow slowly dissipated from the base, like mist. Threads of pale blue smoke dissolved into the pitch-black core of the mountain, but even more of it silently clung to Luo Jiujiang's skin along the texture of his robe, then slowly seeped in.
Luo Jiujiang smelled a faint scent of water.
The moist and hazy water vapor silently enveloped Luo Jiujiang, like a handful of light points, or like a stack of hanging gauze. With this virtual "long kiss", Han Qianling's figure and color became lighter and lighter, and more and more blurred.
The blue light poured into Luo Jiujiang's body, only to be replaced by tiny, faint specks of crimson. Countless red dots, smaller than wheat awns, converged together, finally forming a single drop of blood.
This drop of blood was so tiny, no wider than a knife blade in diameter, that if someone tried to quench their thirst with it, even if they took ten or twenty identical drops, they probably wouldn't be enough to moisten the tip of their tongue.
But even such a rare existence, when it was dormant in Luo Jiujiang's meridians and flesh, it still contained the power to make Luo Jiujiang live a life worse than death.
It was no more painful than being controlled by the phantom of the Dragon God just now. Han Qianling's speed was swift and gentle. He really meant what he said and used himself to replenish Luo Jiujiang's dragon blood.
"Don't worry, I'm returning to my original form." Han Qianling's voice even held a hint of laughter. "I've already replaced all the dragon blood—this mark is much tighter than the one I wear on my body, isn't it?"
Luo Jiujiang subconsciously reached out to touch Han Qianling's shoulder, as if to retain him, but his fingers only touched empty air. His palm passed through Han Qianling's ethereal shadow, failing to make any contact, and finally, with a sense of disappointment, it fell on his chest.
"Break that drop of blood, I'll wait for you outside." Han Qianling's shadow left a last whisper like a breath, and then even the last wisp of shadow dissipated in the air.
Luo Jiujiang's throat moved slightly.
The drop of blood hung before Luo Jiujiang's eyes, and the shadowy figure of the Dragon God, not far away, rushed towards it with lightning speed, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. At this moment, the hilt of the knife was pressed against Luo Jiujiang's palm. As long as he thought, the knife would move according to his heart and instantly shatter the drop of blood into thousands and thousands of drops.
Yet he didn't move.
No, it is not accurate to say that Luo Jiujiang did not move. In fact, Luo Jiujiang took a step back humbly, as if he wanted to deliberately leave that drop of blood for the Dragon God's phantom.
In the brief moment of retreat, the divine dragon phantom had already completely devoured the tiny drop of blood. This inconspicuous drop of blood merged into the rough lines of the divine dragon phantom. In the blink of an eye, the dragon god phantom's figure suddenly expanded.
Luo Jiujiang finally drew his knife.
The tough battle that followed was a foregone conclusion, but even if Luo Jiujiang was given a thousand or ten thousand chances, he would not regret giving in just now.
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