The Demon King was completely drunk.
He didn't make a fuss, but just put his hands tightly in his pockets and leaned back in the chair to sleep.
Chi Sui didn't go to get his golden beads. He went upstairs to get him a blanket to cover him, then went back to his room to sleep.
Long Xi was dreaming again.
The dream of the dragon clan is memories.
He dreamed tonight about when he first came to this world.
Paji
The short-armed and short-legged dragon boy was spit out by the black vortex in the sky.
Long Xi opened his eyes wide, unable to move his body. He could only stare at the little turtle in his hand with his almond-shaped eyes.
The little man fell into the mud. Half of Long Xi's face was stained black by the mud, and the dragon horns with golden ring patterns on the tips were covered with mud.
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Thunder roared and raindrops as big as beans fell on Long Xi's body.
The dragon and the turtle were still unable to move.
Until the sky grew dark and everything around was submerged in darkness.
Long Xi supported his paralyzed body and sat up from the mud pit.
He looked around and saw only endless darkness and countless dead trees.
The white jade Bodhi on her wrist was emitting mist, and her tender little white hands kept scooping up rainwater to wipe the mud off her body.
The clothes of the dragon clan have always been made of their own scales. Long Xi has loved cleanliness since he was a child and cannot stand even the slightest bit of dirt on his body.
He slowly stood up, stuffed the weak and useless little turtle into his sleeve, and climbed onto the stone, away from the mud on the ground.
The rain washed down, and Long Xi used water control techniques to clean himself.
Soon, he discovered something was wrong.
There is no spiritual energy in the air of this place.
This means that once the spiritual power in his body is exhausted, he will have no skills to rely on except his own strong physique.
So he turned into a little dragon and flew into the sky, trying to fly high in the sky to find the dragon clan's territory.
The little dragon was holding a small turtle in its mouth and flying in the air.
He flew very far and for a long time, for dozens of days and nights, and then he found that this was not his home.
Everything here is so strange.
Long Xi began to panic, and finally, when he flew into a patch of grass, he fell to the ground, turned into a human form, and lay on the ground crying silently.
Longzi has a secret, that is, he loves to cry. When he gets excited, tears will fall involuntarily.
For the dignity of the dragon clan and to avoid being looked down upon, he gradually controlled himself and tried not to cry out loud.
He cried for a long time, but his parents still couldn't find him. At night, his mother didn't tell him gory stories to put him to sleep, and during the day, his father didn't break his arms and legs to play with him. Long Xi felt extremely helpless and sad.
When he went to pick the ugly and sour oranges from the nearby tree to make a living, he found that the little turtle in his sleeve had fainted from hunger.
So he started catching small fish and shrimps in the stream for the little turtle to eat.
In this way, Long Xi and Xiao Gui lived and ate together and wandered for three months.
The turning point of the matter was that it was another thunderstorm day.
Long Xi was picking ugly oranges when he heard a loud noise of a crowd nearby.
He couldn't understand what those people in this strange world were saying, but he was the son of the Dragon God. He could listen to the words of all creatures and had a way to make the other party understand the meaning of his words. This was a talent and not difficult.
Out of habit, Long Xi hid in a big tree.
He saw a group of armored soldiers protecting a little boy of seven or eight years old.
The soldier was fighting with an ugly thing that was emitting a fishy smell. The little boy was so scared that his face turned pale. He slipped and rolled down the slope.
Long Xi was sharp-eyed and estimated that if the little boy didn't stop, his head would hit a big rock on the slope.
With a fragile mortal body, the little boy's head would probably explode on the spot.
The little dragon god jumped down and grabbed the little boy by the collar.
The little boy was stunned by the fall and there were many scratches on his chubby white face.
Long Xi grabbed the little boy's collar, put him down and made him sit steadily. He turned around to leave, but the little boy grabbed his sleeve.
He turned around and saw the little boy pouting, looking like he was about to cry: "Don't leave me alone..."
"I don't want to be alone."
Long Xi paused, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He tried hard to hold back his tears, used clean leaves as a cushion, and sat down next to the little boy.
The little boy tugged at his sleeve tightly and asked, "What's your name? Why is your hair black? And your eyes dark red with gold rings?"
Long Xi replied sullenly, "My name is Long Xi. I am the son of the Chinese Dragon God. Of course my hair is black."
"My father's eyes are red, my mother's eyes are golden in the sunlight, and mine..."
Long Xi paused and wanted to cry again.
The little boy nodded: "My name is Eric Cassio."
"Just call me Eric."
Long Xi was puzzled: "Eric? What a strange name, does your name have any meaning?"
Eric immediately smiled, looking proud. "Eric means: eternal ruler."
Long Xi looked a little puzzled. "But my father said that no one person or creature can rule any domain forever."
Eric pouted: "Humph, I can!"
"I want to be more than just the king of the Cassio Kingdom! I want to be the king of all races!"
Long Xi just thought it was just the kid's wild thoughts and didn't say anything else.
"Long Xi, does your name have any meaning?"
Long Xi's short legs, which were originally swaying due to relaxation, suddenly stiffened.
Under Eric's expectant gaze, Long Xi coughed and said, "There's an ancient book about a dragon god sending his son: 'The son inherits the righteousness of heaven and earth, establishes the majesty of heaven and earth, and is well-prepared. He is undeterred by wind and rain, and has a bright future and rises to prominence.'"
Eric: ……… “I don’t understand.”
Yeah, Eric didn't understand.
Long Xi paused, and said with a dark face: "It's just... ahem, I hope the child will have... a promising future."
Eric: "Oh! Got it!"
When Eric's soldiers found Eric, they took Eric back.
Long Xi hid before the soldiers came, so the soldiers did not see Long Xi.
The army camped at the edge of the forest.
Eric often left the soldiers behind and came to play with him in the forest.
The two soon became playmates. Eric taught Long Xi how to speak and read, and Long Xi taught Eric his magic formulas.
It was only after having more contact with Eric that Long Xi realized that this world was not without spiritual energy, but that all the spiritual energy existed in a kind of stone.
Eric called this stone the Philosopher's Stone.
The use of magic and spiritual power is actually the same, and in Long Xi's opinion, the spiritual power formula is better and more powerful.
So he taught Eric some simple spiritual power mantras.
With his guidance, Eric's magic improved by leaps and bounds, and both of them were truly happy about it.
All the good things were shattered on a thunderstorm day.
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