As soon as she began to listen to him speak, Yu Yan felt a jolt in her brow.
Shuiyun Kingdom, heir to the royal family?
The woman's strange gaze swept over the old crocodile.
He couldn't even hear what he said next.
"Old crocodile, are you human?"
The name I've always called him has just slipped out from my heart.
Yu Yan blinked without a trace of guilt or embarrassment.
The old crocodile, who had been lost in his own thoughts, abruptly stopped speaking.
His eyes were wide open, wet and filled with hurt.
Yu Yan quickly looked away.
I can't bear to look, I can't bear to look, she's so sinful.
"Fellow Daoist, you are supposed to be at the late stage of Mahayana cultivation, yet you can't even see my true form. Fellow Daoist, you wouldn't be doing this on purpose, would you?"
"Go on, get down to business. I promise I'll listen carefully this time."
Yu Yan touched the tip of her nose.
Do not doubt her cultivation level; she is a late-stage Mahayana sword cultivator.
If you don't believe me, you can fight her.
The old crocodile closed its big eyes, and then a blue light flashed all over the fish, followed by the appearance of a tall, elegant man in blue robes.
Yu Yan immediately stood up straight.
If it weren't for the unusual aura, she would have even mistaken this person for her senior brother just by looking at his back.
The woman waited patiently for the man to turn around, and as she expected, he quickly turned around.
The moment Yu Yan saw the other person's face, she breathed a sigh of relief.
What was she thinking just now!
How could anyone think he had a relationship with his senior brother!
Yu Yan raised her eyebrows slightly and stared at the man in blue, sizing him up from head to toe.
Her gaze was very polite, and it didn't evoke any sense of aversion in anyone.
He even wanted her to keep staring at him like that.
Shui Muran's face was pale, his gentle and handsome features were not aggressive at all, but his lips were white and he looked extremely weak.
"So how did you turn into a crocodile?"
Yu Yan chuckled and looked away. Now she could see clearly that he was indeed a thousand years old.
A trace of sorrow flashed across the man's face, and a hint of hatred flickered in the depths of his eyes.
Shui Muran took two steps and leaned against the rock where Yu Yan had been meditating.
“I know you’re not with him.”
The man turned his head to look at her, but Yu Yan remained noncommittal.
Although she didn't know who "he" he was referring to was.
"The royal families of any country in the mortal realm all inherit the bloodline of the Azure Dragon. After the heir ascends the throne, the Azure Dragon bloodline will gradually awaken."
Yu Yan had somehow walked up behind Shui Muran.
"You mean you could actually be a dragon?"
Yu Yan laughed after saying that, but isn't that the truth?
Shui Muran nodded.
A bitter smile played on his lips.
"Back then, when he went to the mortal realm, he saw that I had the talent to cultivate immortality, so he forcibly brought me back."
Yu Yan's eyes flickered slightly. "You're unwilling?"
"I don't want to."
Shui Muran lifted his eyes, his gaze towards Yu Yan clear and bright, before his expression suddenly turned sarcastic.
"Later I had no choice but to accept it and prepared to embark on the path of cultivation. I just didn't expect that it was all his conspiracy. He was after the Azure Dragon blood in my body."
The man coughed lightly, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth again.
Yu Yan saw it; it was cyan.
I believed him a little more at that moment.
"He took me as his disciple and helped me cultivate. The day I broke through to the Nascent Soul stage and survived the tribulation, I woke up here."
Shui Muran casually wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
"If you are willing to rescue me, I swear on my soul that I will be loyal to you from this day forward."
He smiled weakly, his spiritual power simply unable to sustain him.
After saying that, he turned back into the old crocodile.
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