An Rugu saw that the little zombie wanted to see the dragon very much, so she brought her to the Acropolis. She was not an ordinary child, but also a fighting force.
An Rugu was tall, and the little zombie could only pull her pants with his hands.
When she heard An Rugu say that Long was here, she took out some potato chips from her schoolbag, her face flushed with excitement, and raised her head: "Sister, Longlong wants some potato chips? These are cucumber flavored, super delicious."
Her backpack was filled with potato chips of various flavors and brands. Her sister always told her that good things should be shared with others.
Longlong is so cool, she wants to share the things she likes with him.
They were at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and laughed at her for being so whimsical.
It would be fine if Long ate her, how could he possibly eat potato chips?
An Rugu held up an umbrella, braving the wind and rain, and pulled her behind him to hide her, without bursting her fantasy: "Maybe."
The little zombie was overjoyed to hear that. He grabbed the potato chips and waited anxiously.
There were thunder and lightning, and the wind and rain were getting stronger and stronger. Many people were holding umbrellas, but their umbrellas were broken and they were about to be blown into the sky.
Everyone was on high alert, with expectations, fear, and dread lingering in their hearts, complicated and indescribable. Even ordinary people were unwilling to leave at this moment.
A tornado suddenly arose in the lake, sweeping the water into the air, forming long columns of water, as if someone was sucking up the water from above.
The water column was like a swaying giant python or the swinging trunk of an elephant, rotating and moving at the same time.
The crowd watching was filled with excitement, and some older staff members even rolled their eyes and almost fainted.
My mind has never been so clear - there are really dragons in the world.
The dragon must be so majestic that it blocks out the sky and the sun!
Immediately afterwards, a two-meter-long white dragon emerged from the water, rolled on the turbulent water surface, and in the blink of an eye, it soared into the air.
He rode on the clouds and mist, stirring up the white water around him with boundless power. At this moment, the surroundings did not look like the human world, but rather like a fairyland.
The little white dragon immediately stopped in mid-air, and the tornado continued to rotate with it as the center.
He faced the crowd, stretched out his dragon claws, his dragon whiskers fluttering in the wind, his voice like a drum, intimidating without even getting angry: "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
Everyone: “???”
…That’s it?
The white dragon is winding and gorgeous, its scales are like white snow, shining with tiny rays of light, and the horns on its head are as crystal clear as the most expensive gems. Every detail is perfect, symbolizing that he is a true mythical creature.
He was so beautiful that the dragon in everyone's mind had a face.
But it was too small, only about two meters long, almost as tall as a person, smaller than an ordinary python.
It is not exactly the same as the dragon that covered the sky and the sun in their imagination, but it has nothing to do with it.
Some people holding magical instruments couldn't help but pause in their movements, and inexplicably felt like they were bullying children.
Seeing the complicated expressions on everyone's faces, the little white dragon thought that they were frightened by him, so he raised his dragon head and said proudly: "I am the god of Jishui River, why don't you come and pay homage to me!"
As soon as he showed signs of flooding the Acropolis, these people immediately came to see him.
The man in blue was right. Only by making them afraid could he make them remember him.
Before anyone could react, the little zombie raised his voice and yelled at him, "Snake, do you want to work at my sister's monster house?"
"You are so beautiful, like a dragon, you will definitely get a very high salary."
An Rugu didn't allow her to play with her phone, but she would secretly use her friend Xiaoyu's phone to surf the Internet. Those netizens said that her sister likes to collect stamps, and she only lacks two of the five Northeastern Immortals: Hu Huang, Bai Liu Hui.
Isn’t the white snake in front of us Liu Xian?
After she finished speaking, she quietly looked at An Rugu, with some barely perceptible expectation in her eyes. She helped her sister to send out offers, so she could also help the family.
Little White Dragon: “???”
Others: “???”
Xiao Bailong was stunned: "What did you say?"
As he was in a daze, the crazy waves around him stopped, symbolizing the owner's confusion.
What does he, Lord Bailong, have to do with snakes?
Zhang Tianshi and others took a deep breath.
Dragons are mythical beasts, while snakes are just ordinary animals. If there must be a connection, it is said that snakes can advance to become dragons through training.
But it is too difficult. I have never heard of a few successful people throughout history.
What the little zombie said was more infuriating than calling humans monkeys.
The little zombie was completely unaware of the awkward atmosphere. Seeing that the "snake" seemed to be hesitant, he thought that the other party didn't like the Monster House, so he quickly explained: "I said I would introduce you to a job."
"The Monster House is very big and beautiful. There are three animals in it, Hu Daxian, Huang Daxian, and Hui Daxian. They will give me a lot of snacks. Liu Daxian seems to be their enemy. They definitely don't like you, but I can say a good thing for you. You can still stay in the Monster House."
When she went to the Monster House, she liked to ask the weasel about the anecdotes. The weasel said that the snake was very slender and even found a picture for her. The body shape matched the white dragon in front of her very well!
Liu Xian is scary, but she also has to work hard to make Weasel and the others accept Liu Xian.
Alas, she really paid too much to help her sister collect stamps.
An Rugu: “…”
Others: “???”
Mistaking the mythical beast White Dragon for the snake spirit Liu Daxian? You are crazy!
Lord Bailong will definitely be angry.
As expected, the surging waves behind the little white dragon became more and more violent, raising waves that covered the sky and the sun. From a distance, it seemed that they were connected to the sky, as if they could swallow everything.
He widened his eyes, glared at me, and said in a deafening voice: "Say what you just said again!"
When the little zombie saw the waves that were as big as tall buildings, he felt something was wrong and couldn't help feeling a little scared.
She hid behind An Rugu, regaining a sense of security, and then she muttered, "Why are you so fierce? They all say that the job at the Monster House is good, and every monster wants to come. Isn't it good for me to find a job for you?"
She treated Bailong with kindness, but was treated coldly, and felt a little aggrieved.
Zhang Tianshi wiped his face, unable to bear to let the situation get worse, and said quickly: "Little Ancestor, stop talking."
He immediately looked at the angry little white dragon: "Snake... Lord Dragon God, she is just a child."
The little white dragon was very angry: "A child can speak casually? I am a dragon!"
The next second, the huge waves behind him rushed forward, forming an arch shape, as if they were about to hit the ground and swallow the people on the shore.
The ordinary people around had never seen such a scene before. Finally realizing the horror and cruelty of the gods, they turned around and fled.
Zhang Tianshi was very panicked and advised from the bottom of his heart: "Master Shenlong, Weicheng has tens of millions of residents, think twice. This is the source of the Jishui River, which once blessed Weicheng. Their ancestors at least have some relationship with you."
The little white dragon remained unmoved, and the waves around him became restless: "I have protected this place for a thousand years, but now no one remembers me. Instead, they want to deny my existence."
Seeing the waves getting closer, Zhang Tianshi didn't know how to explain it, and said in a panic: "Who denied your existence?"
The little white dragon was devoured by the evil spirit and felt himself split into two. The other half of himself roared, "The Jishui River has disappeared, and no one is worshipping at the Jidu Temple. I have been forgotten by them!"
The demonic energy around him grew thicker and thicker, and it seemed as if there were millions of people whispering in his mind, dragging his thoughts into a bottomless abyss.
Those who believed in him have been buried in the dust, and the current residents of the Acropolis have nothing to do with him.
The man was right. Flood the Acropolis and let everything return to the embrace of the Ji River. Since they had forgotten the name of the Ji River, he would let them remember it again!
At the same time, thunder roared in the sky, and heavy rain poured down like a waterfall. Raindrops hit the umbrella, and the strong wind blew it away. In a short time, a perfect umbrella was destroyed and deformed.
Groundwater surged up wildly, with the water level rising from the calves to the waist.
In such cruel weather, there is no one on the streets and everyone hides wherever possible.
Many people looked out the windows at this crazy rainstorm in fear.
Vehicles on the streets were flooded, muddy waves rolled, floodwaters flowed across the streets, and water accumulated in houses.
The houses under the "waterfall" were hit by wind and rain and were in danger.
Looking at this grand scene, people intuitively realized that the flood was more destructive than wild beasts.
Social networks have exploded, and the news of the heavy rain in the Acropolis has become a hot search.
[Oh my god, the water has already reached the third floor of my house, and it is still rising. Many people are packing up their things and running to the rooftop.]
[Do those who said that the Acropolis would not flood in winter feel embarrassed? 】
[It's not their fault. The Acropolis has not been flooded in the non-flood season for many years. It's too mysterious. It is said that when a dragon appears, there will be strong winds and heavy rains. The dragon in the photo may be real! ]
Seeing this, the two Star Gods conjured up their magic weapons and flew towards the God of Jishui, one holding a sword and the other holding a gun.
Little White Dragon was a little unconvinced: "Which gods are you from? Tell me your names."
Dongmingxingjun spoke in a low voice, not in high spirits, and said perfunctorily, "Two civil servants."
If he hadn't spoken to the people at the hydroelectric station, he would have given his name frankly.
But now...
The staff of the hydroelectric power station saw him flying: “???”
My God, God is with them?
He said two words to the other party, and formed a good relationship with the god, and green smoke came out of his ancestral grave!
The two men and the dragon fought together, rolling on the surging green waves and passing through the towering mountains.
The fierce fight was thrilling, the waves were huge and the noise was deafening.
Zhang Tianshi and others were worried.
The two Star Lords said that they were civil officials, and that the dragons naturally had an advantage in water battles. Not to mention that Lord White Dragon seemed to have fallen into the devil's way, and it was said that he was three times stronger when he turned black, so no matter how you looked at it, he was no match for them.
However, the two star gods fought evenly with the white dragon at the beginning, but later they gradually gained the upper hand.
Dongming restrains and Yinyuan launches a surprise attack, and they have excellent tacit understanding.
The little white dragon was attacked by two people. He only cared about the front and not the tail. He rolled over and stirred up the raging flood: "Two against one!"
It's totally unethical!
Dongmingxingjun disagreed and said with a smile: "You can also call someone over."
Xiaobailong felt both aggrieved and melancholy. He had been sleeping for so long, and when he woke up, the world had changed so much. How could he have any friends?
Before he could feel sad for a while, Yinyuan Star Lord took his spear and stabbed his reverse scale quickly, forcing him to retreat quickly.
Mr. Sun from the Special Management Bureau saw that the two Star Lords were in the upper hand, and he finally felt relieved and smiled: "These two Star Lords are so modest, how can they be called civil servants?"
If this is considered a civil servant, then the military officers will be out of work.
However, An Rugu said: "In the past, civil officials on earth could not do without both military force and strategy. I am afraid it is the same in heaven."
The six arts of a gentleman are ritual, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy and mathematics. A gentleman must be proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, as well as horse riding and archery. Confucius was 1.9 meters tall, and he could shoot arrows with every shot. He could play music and sing for seven days without food. But later, the image of civil officials became weak scholars who could not even tie a chicken.
Zhang Tianshi agreed with what he said: "I have read the book left by the ancestor, and I heard that Taibai Xingjun's ability ranks among the top three in the heavenly court."
Mr. Sun was amazed in his heart: "That's my stereotype."
Meanwhile, the fight in the center of the reservoir intensified.
The little white dragon had just woken up and was very weak. He was gradually at a disadvantage, and the demonic energy in his body was getting heavier.
Seeing this, Dongmingxingjun put away his Qingguang Sword, and a look of pity flashed in his eyes: "God of Jishui, you are about to fall into the devil's way."
Xiao Bailong's mind was in a mess and it took him a long time to regain some clarity of mind.
He shook his head, glaring at me with murderous intent, "When will I fall into the devil's way? You are talking nonsense."
He just had some physical abnormalities, what did that have to do with him falling into the evil path?
I heard that the devil is extremely ugly. If he falls into the devil's way, won't his snow-white scales turn black?
He doesn't want it!
Seeing that he didn't even know this, Lord Dongming felt even more sorry for him and advised him, "The Ji River has disappeared, and everyone has forgotten you. I understand that you are depressed. But this is not a reason for you to cause trouble."
Xiao Bailong was very annoyed when he heard this: "What can you understand?"
But when he woke up, everything was gone.
He Bo swallowed up the Ji River, and people forgot about him. His family, fame, and career all collapsed. It was like a famous rich man going bankrupt.
Dongmingxingjun sighed deeply, feeling a sense of grief for the loss of a rabbit. He took the initiative to introduce his name and said, "You and I are both forgotten gods. Why can't I understand?"
The little white dragon opened his eyes wide in surprise.
It turns out that these two are marginal figures, not much better than himself.
Seeing how miserable the other party was, Xiao Bailong was touched and felt a sense of sympathy. He told others what Su Qiao had told him: "Then why do you still want to associate with these humans and become my enemy?
"We are people of the old times, we should let them see the consequences of the gods' wrath!"
As soon as he finished speaking, it seemed as if God was responding to him. Thunder roared in the sky and huge waves rose up in the reservoir, as if they could shatter the sky.
The crowd watching: "!!!"
Oh no, he actually wants to incite the two star gods to rebel!
This little white dragon is too smart.
They were struck by lightning, and the three gods joined forces to kill them and the residents of the Acropolis. Many people were so disheartened that they thought that this day next year would be their death anniversary.
However, at this time, Dongmingxingjun waved his hands and looked away, as if he was unwilling to associate with them: "People below, please help me testify that I have never said I would cause trouble."
Little White Dragon was full of questions, not understanding why he refused: "You already said that the two of you have also been forgotten, and they must pay the price."
Seeing this, Dongmingxingjun immediately distanced himself from him and avoided him like a snake and scorpion: "Don't talk nonsense. I am cooperating with others now, accumulating merits in the human world, and my life is very busy. Why should I associate with you?"
He had finally found a way, and he couldn't let the little white dragon ruin it.
When Xiaobailong heard the word "merit", he took a deep breath, the growth rate of the demonic energy in his body stagnated, and he began to yearn for it.
Merit means the recognition of heaven and is something that countless gods hope for.
He can actually cooperate with humans...his network is really extensive.
He couldn't help but put away his waves and asked subconsciously: "What can you do to get merit?"
It must be a great thing to punish evil and promote good.
The corners of Dongmingxingjun's mouth curled up, and he felt a little proud. He said proudly, with each word sonorous: "Catch the cheating."
People on the ground: “…”
Mr. Sun and others who knew the inside story looked at Master Zhang.
These two star gods were surprisingly deeply influenced by Zhang Tianshi.
Zhang Tianshi's expression remained unchanged, his back was straight, and he kept his achievements and fame to himself.
Little White Dragon: “???”
He was puzzled: "What is this derailment, a powerful monster?"
With his hands behind his back, Dongmingxingjun taught like a senior: "You don't know that the world is changing with each passing day. Blessings can no longer earn merit. Only dealing with very practical matters such as relationships between men and women is useful."
Xiao Bailong had never heard of such a ridiculous thing and refused to believe it: "It sounds ridiculous."
Dongmingxingjun wanted to get the other party onto the right track, so he persuaded him: "If you don't believe me, join that person's company with me. When you earn merit, you will know that I am not lying."
It seems... not bad, you can check it out.
Bai Long was skeptical and was about to give in.
However, the surrounding demonic energy filled his brain, and his eyes flashed blood red. He spread his dragon claws, stretched out his sharp hooks and swung them at him, falling into a trance: "You and them are in the same nest, none of you are good people, you must be deceiving me."
Dongmingxingjun's eyes were stern, and he could only draw his sword and stab at the little white dragon: "Yinyuan, don't explain to him. He hasn't completely fallen into the devil's way, but there is no way to communicate."
Yinyuan Star Lord nodded in agreement.
The people below were shocked when they saw them fighting, and their hearts were broken.
That's a dragon!
The two star gods seem to be stronger than Little White Dragon, and Little White Dragon is probably in danger. But the dragon has fallen into the devil's way and has become a complete enemy.
No one said anything to stop it, they could only sigh and regret.
Seeing the fierce battle starting again, Master Zhang suddenly had an idea and immediately stretched out his hand and said, "Master Bailong, don't be so anxious. Do you mind if Jishui is forgotten or if you are forgotten?"
The wind and rain carried Little White Dragon's angry voice to his ears: "All of them!"
He was born as the god of the Ji River, and he and the Ji River were inseparable, rising and falling together. He was sad that the Ji River disappeared, and he was also sad that he almost died.
Zhang Tianshi seemed to have thought of something, and immediately walked to the side of the hydropower station worker and patted him on the shoulder: "Hurry up and tell me."
The staff member suppressed his fear and looked at a loss: "What did you say?"
"Tell us quickly about your love for dragons. Say it boldly!" Zhang Tianshi kept encouraging.
"Oh." The staff member slapped his forehead and shouted into the air: "Master Shenlong, you are our totem, you have not been forgotten!"
He took out his phone, but the screen was wet from the rain. He found the hot search term and picked out a good comment: "A netizen named Kai said that the dragon is the most awesome mythical beast, and he won't accept any rebuttal."
"A netizen named Dexian said that it was not only a dragon, but also a white dragon."
"A netizen named Fei Fei Fei said that if he could see Bai Long, he wouldn't mind dying."
"A netizen named Fengling said, Lord Bailong, when the rain stops, I will go to the Bailong Temple to pay my respects to you. Whether you like apples, bananas, and durian, or potato chips, hot pot, and skewers, I will bring them to you!"
Not sure if it was his illusion, but the staff felt that the storm seemed to have suddenly stopped.
The staff member thought that the praise was effective and was extremely happy, so he continued reading.
As a result, at this time, the ethereal voice of Little White Dragon came from afar: "...What is the potato chip hot pot skewers?"
Everyone: “???”
With so many compliments, why does he only listen to the food?
The little zombie was originally shivering in the face of the storm, but upon hearing this, he raised the cucumber-flavored potato chips in his hand and said, "I have potato chips here. There are cucumber flavors, crayfish flavors, barbecue flavors, and all kinds of flavors. The potato chips are super delicious."
Dongmingxingjun did not stop his attack and said in a deep voice: "He has fallen into the devil's way and cannot be communicated with. Don't say anything more, it's all in vain anyway."
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