Before he finished speaking, a long roar like a giant dragon suddenly came from the side hall under the blood moon! Lu Zhenzhi and King Hui looked out the window together.
Fu Tong'er's attention was also attracted by the sharp sound.
"Brother Lu Jin, what's that yelling?"
King Hui: "Uncle Nine, do you believe that there are real dragons in this world?"
At this moment, outside the window, under the blood-red moon, lightning flashed and all the trees trembled!
"If you ask such a question, you'd better not lead troops into battle," Lu Zhenzhi said sternly. The dim candlelight made the old scars on his chest even more prominent. "I won't lead you either."
There was not a speck of excess fat on his body. His skin and bones were firm and dark.
King Hui suddenly remembered that the Ninth Prince had said that Fu Tong'er was a man of many dislikes. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. Did Fu Tong'er need to touch the hard bones on the Ninth Prince's chest before she could fall asleep?
What kind of habit is this...
A vague voice said: "Ninth Uncle..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, he heard a sound that shook the mountains and rivers coming from the side hall of the blood moon outside the window!
All of a sudden, Luange Waterside Residence shook violently!
The murderous aura immediately filled the entire Underworld, no, it was the main tomb chamber of the entire Dragon Tomb!
Fu Tong'er, who was lying on the bed, was blind, so when she felt the violent shaking, she first thought of a big earthquake!
This place won’t collapse!
She instinctively grabbed the edge of the silk clothes hanging behind Jiu Ye.
Lu Zhenzhi looks back——
He lowered his eyes and saw Fu Tong'er's little hand holding his clothes on the bed. He took it gently, rubbed it, and put it into the quilt.
"Don't be afraid, dear."
Hearing such gentle and condescending words to comfort Fu Tong'er, King Hui was stunned.
He wondered if the Ninth Prince preferred his daughter...
But looking at Fu Tong'er's usual arrogance, she seems like someone who might have a son.
According to King Hui's observation, all the concubines in the palace who gave birth to princes were generally tough inside, but could be as gentle as water at the right time.
And Fu Tong'er is exactly like that.
Looking at his Ninth Uncle, with his hard-blooded face, he also seemed to have the face of a daughter. But when he was put together with Fu Tong'er, this feeling became very weak.
Lu Zhenzhi looked at King Hui for a while.
A pair of dark eyes stared at Bu Mo: "How long are you going to watch?"
King Hui: "I just think that, judging by the Ninth Prince's appearance, he might have many sons in the future."
Jiu Ye turned and looked at Fu Tong'er, then turned back and glanced at King Hui: "You'd better take that back."
It would be fine if only Fu Tong'er fought him with a whip, but if a few more brats followed their mother and fought against him, Lu Zhenzhi, then this would be unbearable.
Having one son, or two alive, is enough.
He has no throne to inherit.
He just wanted to return to his regent Prince Chun's palace after leaving court, where he would be surrounded by his wife and children and live a happy and peaceful old age.
At this moment, the sky outside the window cracked! In an instant, the first dragon-like roar sounded again.
This time, the roars were overlapping.
Lu Zhenzhi looked out the window.
Purple light rushed out from the side hall below the blood moon, straight out of the green cypresses and snow-covered ground, accompanied by the shadow of a righteous golden Buddha statue, and quickly spread to the acres of land in the underworld!
On the red walls of those temples, the shadow of the legendary dragon actually appeared!
They relied on the wall and flew towards the Blood Moon Side Hall in a strange way!
Lu Zhenzhi frowned.
King Hui also turned his head and looked...
At first glance, surprise flashed across his handsome, fair face: "What, what is this? A dragon...a dragon!"
"Dragon?" Fu Tong'er couldn't see, but she could still hear, "Qixuan, did you see the dragon?" She followed the way Jiu Ye addressed King Hui, and also called him Qixuan.
"Brother Lu Jin, did you see the dragon?"
When Lu Zhenzhi heard her call Hui Wang Qixuan, his eyes darkened a little: "You call me that quite affectionately."
King Hui was watching, and when he heard Fu Tong'er calling him like that, he turned around, but still couldn't see Fu Tong'er, only the tall and strong body of Master Jiu.
Fu Tong'er said, "I heard you call him that... Shouldn't I just follow your lead... Are you angry? Then I'll just call him by his full name."
King Hui felt a sense of loss.
Lu Zhenzhi smiled and stroked her forehead: "You will naturally follow me."
"So you really saw the dragon?" Fu Tong'er asked again.
Or were there countless flying dragon ghosts passing through the walls of the temples in the underworld, gathering in the side hall under the blood moon...
Like the ghosts of countless ancient dragons after their death.
Lu Zhenzhi looked at the scene in the distance, his eyes like sword light, deep and sharp.
The jade earring on the left ear looked at him quietly!
Lu Zhenzhi sneered meaningfully: "You really put a lot of effort into creating something so supernatural."
King Hui was shocked when he saw the flying statues of ancient evil dragons coming from all directions and then converging into a blue dragon ten thousand feet high, hovering under the blood moon.
"There are real dragons in this world!"
Fu Tong'er believed Jiu Ye's words: "I also want to see——"
As soon as the words fell,
In that place where thousands of dragons are paying homage, there is golden light, wind, thunder, and a huge sensation!
Flames are raging!
A figure holding a dragon-slaying sword soared into the air under the blood moon!
A nimble figure! A phantom dragon sword technique!
He flew up holding the Dragon Slaying Sword, under the blood moon, above thousands of dragons, his lightness skills made him look like the chosen one, a miracle in the martial arts world.
The red light of the Dragon Slaying Sword was brought out swiftly, and in the dense trees, the side hall under the blood moon was burned like the fire realm of the Western Paradise.
The corners of Lu Zhenzhi's mouth curved slightly.
To know how powerful You Yi's martial arts skills are, just look at the righteous flames that overwhelm the evil dragons.
Isn't this the Dragon Slaying Sword?
Why is it called the Dragon Slaying Sword...?
Lu Zhenzhi smiled faintly and passed by.
Outside the window, the wind was howling and the grass and trees looked like enemies.
In the underworld, in a dark palace, a man was already restless. He immediately called the "Red Scorpion" in the palace and sent a secret letter to the ten county governors in Pingxi Province.
"The secret of the underworld has been exposed! Hurry and go ashore to discuss countermeasures! Urgent!"
Ten secret letters, each with the same sentence.
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