Give her the dragon's blood, give her the dragon's corpse.
The little golden dragon died saving her, leaving her everything.
Yan Liu held the cup containing dragon's blood, wanting to laugh but unable to.
That little golden dragon cub is so stubborn and stupid. He admitted his mistake more than 100 years ago, but now he's pouring his heart out to this con artist who's been teasing and deceiving him, even risking his life. I don't know what he's after.
After a long while, Yanliu lifted her eyelids to look at the young man in front of her with a head of white hair that reached her waist. Her expression was dazed for a moment before she asked, "Give me his dragon blood, give me his dragon corpse, is there anything else?"
The white-haired young man looked at her, his eyes calm and his voice cold and distant: "No, that's all his last words."
Yan Liu nodded, lowered her eyes, swept the dozen or so bottles of dragon blood on the ground into her spatial storage, stood up, and asked Quan Jian, "You gave me his dragon corpse, can I take him away now?"
Quanjian sniffed, his eyes red and swollen like a rabbit's: "Beautiful Yanliu, you can take him away, but you must bury him under your willow tree."
"His last wish was to be buried under your willow tree. I don't know when you planted the willow tree, nor do I know where your willow tree is."
"But he said, 'I believe you definitely have a willow tree, and you must bury it under the roots of your willow tree, okay?'"
Yanliu looked up at the sky, blinked her sore eyes, and replied to Quanjian, "Okay, I'll take him to bury under my willow tree. Please tell Liesha and Xihe to help me handle the affairs on Earth for now. I'll be back in a few days."
Quanjian nodded hurriedly: "Okay, okay, you go, you go."
Yanliu's gaze returned to the corpse of the golden dragon. The golden dragon, devoid of life and breath, lay amidst the ruins and broken walls, utterly devoid of its majestic and imposing presence.
She stepped forward and pulled him into her own space, picked up the whip he had given her, turned and left, her blood-stained skirt fluttering in the wind.
She stood ramrod straight, her hair loosely tied back, walking among the ruins and broken walls. Just looking at her from behind, one could sense her loneliness, desolation, and solitude.
Quanjian collapsed into Fu Huan's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. The High Priest, her High Priest, the High Priest who raised her, who was like a father and brother to her, was now gone, gone.
Fu Huan put his arm around her and said to the newly arrived high priest of the deep-sea mermaid clan, a young man with white hair and wearing a black robe, "Lord Chongming, welcome to the deep-sea mermaid clan. Please come with us back to the deep sea."
Chongming's white hair, as white as frost, reached his waist and was lightly tied back with a jade hairpin. He was young, with a face still bearing a hint of baby fat, and his blue eyes tinged with gold. He withdrew his gaze from Yanliu and nodded slightly to Fu Huan: "Please!"
The moment the High Priest of the Deep Sea Mermaid Clan dies, the distant Dragon Clan will receive the message that within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a new High Priest will appear in the Deep Sea Mermaid Clan's sacrificial hall.
Chongming is the new high priest of the deep-sea mermaid race. He has white hair, blue eyes with gold, and is a white dragon.
He appeared at the Deep Sea Temple, and the elders in the temple informed Quanjian Fuhuan. Only then did they learn that Cangying had died, so they came to land from the deep sea.
When they arrived on land, Cangying had already died and transformed into a dragon. All they found before him were his notebook and last words as the high priest.
His last words were to wait for Yanliu here, give her his dragon blood, and let her take his dragon corpse away. His body would not return to the dragon clan, nor be buried in the deep sea.
The three of them waited in the same spot, following the last words, waiting for Yanliu to tell her Cangying's last words, and watching her take him away...
Earth was attacked by hundreds of Star Beasts. All the Star Beasts were wiped out, with fewer than ten casualties, and countless buildings were destroyed.
Cangying, the high priest of the deep-sea mermaid clan, died in the attack by the star beasts. The deep-sea mermaid clan and the shallow-sea mermaid clan mourned the loss of their lives.
Lord Yanliu single-handedly killed more than 300 Star Beasts and held out for two days and one night until rescue from all sides of the Abel Galaxy arrived, annihilating the Star Beasts.
Videos of the Starry Sky Beast attacking Earth were posted online, as were videos of Yan Liu slaying the Starry Sky Beast.
The footage of Cangying rescuing Yanliu was also posted online, and it wasn't just a single frame; it showed all the scenes of him appearing on Earth, fighting against the Star Beasts, and rescuing Yanliu.
The vast number of star-loving beings in the Milky Way galaxy of the Abel system were devastated, especially those who were trying to find something sweet amidst the shattered glass. They cried their hearts out: "Waaah, why did I have to watch the later part of the video? I thought the golden dragon at the beginning saved Yanliu's wife, but after watching the later part, I was thinking, 'He's taking my Yanliu's wife! Here, take her, take everything! Don't die!'"
"Starry Sky Beast, how hateful! That beautiful, golden dragon, so majestic and powerful, how could it be slapped by it?"
“Look, look, he used his entire back to shield his wife Yanliu from harm. I’m so happy I could cry.”
"Kneeling on one knee, the Star Beast was bombarded by artillery fire. He knelt on one knee in front of his wife, Yan Liu, just like a marriage proposal. My God, his clothes were stained with her blood, and his blood stained her robes. Should we ship this couple? Yes!"
"I'm so angry, I'm so angry! You all call Lady Yanliu your wife every day, but if you really encountered such a dangerous situation, how many of you would be like Lady Cangying, overcoming all difficulties and risking your lives to protect her?"
"Look, look, he gave Yanliu's wife a weapon and told her to kill the Star Beast. He slumped down in the ruins, leaning against the broken rocks. His lips seemed to move, as if he was saying something to Yanliu's wife. Does anyone have a lip-reading translation service?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I, I, I zoomed in on the video, I, I'm watching it now..."
"I'm reading it now, why is there so much text... you should translate it."
"I translated it. I'm so sad. I feel like the couple I shipped wasn't a mutual relationship, it was a one-sided one, it's going to be a bad ending!"
"What do you mean? Don't beat around the bush, just say it."
"The high priest of the deep-sea mermaid clan, Cangying, who had fallen to the ground, said only two sentences: 'Yanyan, I love you,' and 'Yanyan, I love you.'"
"When he spoke his first sentence, Lord Yanliu leaped onto a branch without looking back. When he spoke his second sentence, Lord Yanliu turned around, but the wretched Starry Sky Beast roared."
"The Starry Sky Beast roared. Yanliu Pavilion went to hunt the Starry Sky Beast. They didn't know that High Priest Cangying was already dying. He was saying goodbye to her and telling her that he loved her."
"Ah, I want to know if Lord Yanliu knows he loves her, if he knows he is in love with her?"
"They probably don't know. Otherwise, given their status and position, if they were in love and knew each other's feelings, no one could stop them from being together."
"The only explanation is that I don't know that Lord Yanliu is unaware that the High Priest of the Deep Sea Mermaid Clan, Cangying, is in love with her."
"Moreover, the fact that the high priest of the deep-sea mermaid clan, Cangying, said it before his death, shows that he had kept his love for her a secret all along."
"Ahhh, I'm crying so hard, I'm crying so hard! So many of us can stop loving Lady Yanliu, stop calling her our wife, but let the High Priest of the Deep Sea Mermaid Clan, Cangying, come back to life, okay?"
"They were such a perfect match, in terms of appearance, height, status, and position. We were always hoping they would have a beautiful child after they got married. But now they're gone, separated by life and death, one dead and one alive."
"I love you, I cherish you, my love is a secret, I would die for you... I'm crying so hard, I'm crying so hard, why is he so reserved?"
"The High Priest of the Deep Sea Merfolk, Cangying, was upright and self-disciplined, rarely smiled, and exuded aloofness, as cold as a banished immortal. Yet his love, his love was surging and boundless..."
Yanliu was unaware of what was happening online, unaware that a few videos had spread the word about Cangying's unspoken love to the entire Abel Galaxy and even the Milky Way.
Earth in the Milky Way was severely damaged by the Star Beasts. Jiang Dandan and the Deep Sea jointly carried out reconstruction command work. Even He Yan, the Zerg emperor who was too lazy to rely on his own marshal, originally just wanted to play around as the manager, but unexpectedly Jiang Yihe gave him a cold glance.
With just one glance, he chickened out. He rolled up his sleeves and joined the reconstruction command center, working tirelessly from dawn till dusk, more enthusiastically than anyone else.
On land and at sea, the total number of casualties was in the dozens, but the city was severely damaged. Many people's homes and shops, on which they depended for survival, were destroyed.
Ten days passed in the blink of an eye. The land-based rescue arrangements were all in place, infrastructure construction was underway, and the panda family sent several teams over…
"Your new High Priest is quite young, with that head of white hair. Just standing there, he exudes an air of superiority." Si Mubei stood in a corner outside the temple of the Great Western Kingdom in the Deep Sea, looking at Chongming, who was dressed in a black robe, with a full head of white hair and blue eyes gleaming with gold, and asked Fu Huan with his elbow nudging him.
Chongming stood under the giant red grape tree, holding the personal notebook of the former high priest Cangying in his hand, looking up at the red grapes falling from the trellis, his gaze calm yet profound.
Fu Huan patted the shoulder that Si Mubei had nudged with disdain: "He's a white dragon, his hair is naturally white, he's not deliberately trying to look cool."
"He's not that old to begin with, only 128 years old, very young!"
Si Mubei was surprised: "Only 128 years old? I thought he was at least two or three hundred. My judgment of people is still not very good. But, it seems like he's holding something in his hand?"
Fu Huan explained to him, "That's a notebook, a daily log kept by the previous High Priest Cangying when he came to the deep sea to become the High Priest."
"This kind of notebook is a tradition of the high priests of the deep sea. Each of them will have one when they take office, which records everything that happens to them in the deep sea, in this foreign land and alien space."
Si Mubei suddenly realized: "I see, it's quite a thick book. May I take a look?"
He didn't just want to watch; he really wanted to watch, especially since he was shipping the Cangying Yanliu couple online. He just wanted to know why Cangying, who was rich, powerful, good-looking, and had long legs, would pour out all her love instead of confessing it.
He wanted to know what his mental journey was like; surely that thick notebook would contain a detailed record of it.
Don't ask him why he's curious. Just tell me, he's a cat, and cats are naturally curious about everything.
"Can you see?" Fu Huan looked away, staring at Si Mubei as if she had seen a ghost. "I can't see anything. What kind of wonderful things are you thinking about and what kind of dreams are you having?"
Si Mubei exclaimed in disbelief, "Dead fish, no way! You're the son-in-law of the deep sea, the Queen's cheap husband, the Queen loves you so much and dotes on you so much. You're also the high priest of the shallow sea. Your identity is like a stacked buff. How could you not see it?"
Fu Huan rolled her eyes at him: "The older the country, the more it adheres to traditional rules. The high priests of the deep-sea mermaid clan have all come from the dragon clan. I didn't know that before, so I just thought their high priests were very powerful."
"After arriving in the deep sea and being with Her Majesty the Queen, I learned that our ancestors, who had once traveled to the Western Kingdom, had saved the Dragon King. In gratitude, the Dragon King offered to have the Dragon Clan protect them."
"But the deep sea doesn't know where the dragons are, and neither does the queen. Anyway, after the previous high priest died, people came from there. The first thing they did was to look through the travel diaries of the high priests of all time."
"And the travel diaries left by the high priests of each generation can only be accessed by the previous high priest and Her Majesty the Queen. As the king's consort, I am not qualified enough. You, a foreign cat, want to see them? You're just dreaming."
Si Mubei pouted: "Okay, okay, but the day your wife watches it, you sneak a peek and tell me what's inside..."
“Her Majesty the Queen doesn’t read this.” Fu Huan interrupted Si Mubei, sighed deeply, and said with heartache, “Her father died early, and her mother committed suicide for love. From the age of 10, the High Priest of Cangying taught her to read and write, and to govern the country.”
"He was like a father, a mentor, and a brother to her. Now that he's dead, Her Majesty is too heartbroken to even look at his travel notes. Forget about it, and get lost!"
Si Mubei: "!!!"
"Go away then, it's no big deal. He's going to go drink with Yanliu, his little darling."
Si Mubei rolled away in a spectacular fashion, but unexpectedly, just as he rolled to the gate of the Great Western Kingdom and was about to start the vehicle to leave, the passenger door was opened and Chongming sat in the passenger seat.
Si Mubei frowned, her gaze falling on the notebook lying on his lap. Her eyes darted around, and a thought flashed through her mind: "Sir, who are you?"
Chongming casually fastened his seatbelt, then casually snapped his hand onto his notebook. He replied to Simubei in a cool and aloof tone, “Hello, orc-fox hybrid prophet. My name is Chongming, and I am the new high priest of the deep-sea mermaid race. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
"Nice to meet you, so what?" Si Mubei's lips twitched. That bastard had investigated him quite thoroughly, but he wasn't as lovable as Cangying.
Chongming raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly: "So please take me to the mainland, to the main city. I want to learn about the connection between the mainland and the deep sea."
Si Mubei raised an eyebrow: "As the new High Priest of the Deep Sea Mermaid Clan, wouldn't it be better for you to go through official channels?"
Chongming smiled and replied, "I am new here. The land and the deep sea have just been attacked by the Star Beasts. If I go through official channels and mobilize so many people, it would be disrespectful to the people and to those in charge of the land."
"Walking with you, taking a private walk, to get to know each other better will make it easier to see the connection between the land and the deep sea."
Si Mubei: "..."
I really believed his lies.
This thing's sophistry is nothing compared to the dignified, self-disciplined, and aloof golden dragon of Cangying. It's true, dragons are always better than dragons; it has to be thrown away.
Si Mubei activated the pilot and said, "Fine, I'll only take you to the main city on the mainland; I don't care about anything else."
Chongming nodded: "Okay, thank you!"
The seaplane left Atlantis and entered the deep sea.
Chongming rubbed his hand on the notebook that was on his lap. The notebook had a golden cover, was about the size of a palm, and had thick pages filled with the love that Senior Cangying had kept hidden and unspoken. He wanted to see the woman in the notebook.
The enormous willow tree, too large for several people to encircle, had drooping branches and lush foliage, resembling a magnificent canopy. Beneath the tree, many birds and small animals frolicked and played.
The hunter was dressed in a wide, black robe. Today, the robe wasn't embroidered with a chibi-style black dragon, but with a realistic black dragon head, its body on its back and its tail under the robe.
The dragon head drooped from its shoulder to its chest, a domineering dragon head with purple dragon eyes, seemingly watching over Jiang Dandan as if it were hunting him. Anyone who approached it would be met with its angry glare.
Birds and small animals scatter as the hunt begins, as if he were a venomous snake or a ferocious beast, a bloodthirsty killer emanating from him.
Hunt walked up to the giant willow tree, reached out and pulled a lush, green branch: "Even the corpse of a golden adult dragon is a great tonic. Old friend, your green leaves now look like they're edged with gold. They're dazzling and beautiful."
If you look closely at the branch and leaves in his hand, you will find shimmering gold specks around the edges of the leaves, making them look like they are edged with gold, which is beautiful, dazzling and captivating.
Snap!
The twig in the hunter's hand was pulled out and used to strike him back.
As soon as his hand was pulled away, all the branches that drooped like canopies contracted, shrinking to a height beyond his reach, swaying in the wind as if telling him, "Get out of here, get out of here, I don't want to entertain you."
The hunter, having his red mark removed, seemed unable to understand her meaning. There was no way he would leave, no way he would be beaten to death. He lifted his robe, sat down on the ground, and leaned his back against the big willow tree.
Unexpectedly, a huge willow tree that several people couldn't encircle on the ground performed a performance that made him disappear on the spot, leaving him with nothing but empty air.
Hunting had anticipated this. He braced himself on the ground, steadied himself, and chuckled as he gazed into the distance: "Old buddy, have you forgotten that we once fought alongside our master, and that you were my scabbard just because you've been given a gold trim?"
The giant willow tree transformed into a human, wearing a long, flowing green dress, with green hair adorned with golden tips, and shimmering gold in its emerald green eyes.
She raised her bare foot and kicked Hunter, her aloofness and domineering presence unchanged. She opened her mouth and cursed, "You dog, are you bored and have nothing better to do, or are you just jealous that I ate a golden dragon and are filled with envy and resentment?"
The hunter's hand, which was braced on the ground, did not retract. She kicked him, which helped him regain his balance and prevented him from falling down in a disheveled state.
He reached out and patted the spot where she had kicked him, then stood up as if nothing had happened. He looked her up and down, left and right, and circled around her.
Just as Yanliu's temper was about to flare up, he wisely took two steps back, creating distance between them, and stood tall and straight, like a cypress or pine: "Yes, I envy you for eating a golden dragon. Even if that golden dragon dies and turns into fertilizer, it will be equivalent to the energy you've consumed over hundreds or thousands of years."
"Look at you, not only is your hair dyed gold, but even your emerald green eyes are dyed gold. The spiritual power you exude unintentionally is vast and powerful. Your aura is starting to resemble that of the master."
Yan Liu smiled gently, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "That's wonderful. I've always had a wish to emulate my master and to follow in his footsteps."
"You said I have the air of a master, the aura of a master. It seems that crushing you is as easy as crushing an ant for me. So, old buddy, stay away from me. If I'm unhappy, I'll cut you off."
The hunter smirked: "You're really fierce."
Yan Liu raised her chin: "You're gentle, you're the gentlest, okay?"
Hunter looked at her with a smirk. He knew her well after all; they had once been partners. "Want to fight me?"
Yan Liu's eyes turned cold, and the golden dot in her emerald green eyes became even more prominent: "You can't beat me now, and if I fight you, it will look like I'm bullying you."
"Next time, wait until your precious little black dragon dies, eat her, evolve properly, and then fight me."
The hunter's lips curled down: "Old buddy, you're really not a pleasant listener."
Yan Liu coldly smiled, "My little darling, I may not be nice, but it's the truth. Your little black dragon, your beloved, will die sooner or later."
"You should have known the ending when you wanted to be with her. She is 120 years old now. If she lives for a thousand years, you will have her for a maximum of 880 years."
"These 880 years do not include unforeseen accidents. If there were any accidents, she would be like the little golden dragon cub, suddenly gone, suddenly dead..."
"You've fallen in love with him..."
"What?"
Hunting looked at her and interrupted her: "You've fallen in love with Cangying?"
Yan Liu was taken aback, then scoffed: "What kind of joke are you talking about? Do you think I'm like you? There's a saying in China: 'Those who are not of our race shall be punished.'"
“He is a dragon, and I am a tree. I don’t even respect trees of my own kind, so why would I look at a dragon that is not of my kind? We have known each other for thousands of years, and we have a bond that spans thousands of years. How much do you look down on me?”
Hunter stared at her, trying to glean something from her expression, but found nothing; her arrogant and indifferent demeanor remained unchanged.
He sighed softly, "Shu Xubai is just like you now, stubborn as a mule, still asleep, still running away..."
“Old friend.” Yanliu suddenly called out to him, interrupting him, leaning closer to him, looking into his dark eyes, and questioning him: “I’m standing in the heavens, not falling to the mortal world, why are you dragging me into the quagmire of love?”
"You want me to fall in love with Cangying, you want me to regret it, you want me to spend the rest of my life missing all the good things about him, suffering unbearable pain, and having no interest in life?"
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