As Ao Ying was walking, he suddenly saw a fairy platform in front of him. Dozens of fairy officials were taking out familiar-looking things from a storage bag, and then placing them on the fairy platform to dry in the light of the sun star.
Ao Ying frowned. She did feel that those things looked familiar. No, not only familiar, but also very familiar. She even felt a little palpitated at the first glance, as if they were something very bad that she found difficult to accept.
But the more strange the feeling was, the more curious Ao Ying became. Driven by curiosity, she subconsciously began to walk closer to the fairy platform. Whether it was a coincidence or not, a breeze suddenly blew over the fairy platform, and immediately blew up one of the things, flying straight in front of Ao Ying. Ao Ying subconsciously raised her hand and grabbed it, and then she smelled a fishy smell, the smell of blood!
This thing was very hard and soft to the touch, and felt very comfortable. However, when Ao Ying took a closer look, his face suddenly turned pale, and then his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"This, this, this, this..." Ao Ying's lips trembled, "This is a dragon tendon!
"Ah!" After calling out the name, Ao Ying screamed instantly, and then the dragon tendon in her hand slipped out of her hand and fell to the ground with a "pa". She suddenly raised her head and looked at the fairy platform, only to see that the fairy platform was already filled with dragon tendons all around, and some of them were hanging down from the edge of the fairy platform, floating slowly in the wind.
Ao Ying was completely stunned. She stared at the dragon tendons on the fairy platform, and her whole body trembled like a sieve.
At this moment, a young immortal official came running over from the immortal platform. He quickly picked up the dragon tendon that Ao Ying had dropped on the ground, then looked at the pale and dazed Ao Ying and bowed, saying, "
I'm really sorry, I'm from the Tiangong Academy. Master Hongqing brought back over 800 dragon tendons from the Baishi Realm after executing the Youhai Dragon King clan. We were ordered to come and dry them. The wind just now was really strange and frightened fellow Taoists. Please forgive me.
"How much more?" Ao Ying looked stiffly at the Celestial Works Academy immortal official before him, and asked tremblingly, "How many dragon tendons are there?"
The immortal official said, "More than eight hundred."
"Ming!" Ao Ying couldn't bear it anymore after hearing this. In her eyes, the dragon tendons floating on the fairy platform were like tentacles of evil spirits. Then, Ao Ying collapsed to the ground, shaking all over and crying loudly. This was a cry of sorrow for her fellow creatures, and also... she was crying because she was scared.
When Ao Ying, who was crying, was brought to Xunde Hall, Fang Jian, the Dragon King of the West Sea, the Dragon King of the North Sea and Yang Xiu were all stunned.
The only one who was not stunned was Ao Qing, because he had already rushed forward.
"Xiao Ying'er? What's wrong with you?!" Ao Qing looked at Ao Ying who was crying so miserably, and was suddenly shocked and angry. He looked at Chuyi and Chuer behind Ao Ying with angry eyes.
But Ao Ying ignored Ao Qing. She just raised her head with tears in her eyes and finally saw her father, Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea, who was in the hall with a look of shock and distress.
"Father!" Ao Ying cried out in grief, then pushed Ao Qing away and flew into Ao Run's arms with tears in her eyes.
Then, a louder cry echoed throughout Xunde Hall.
Fang Jian frowned and covered his ears, then waved to Chuyi and Chuer.
Chuyi and Chuer walked to Fang Jian's desk, and Fang Jian asked, "What's going on?
Chuyi said: "Reporting to Master Hongqing, didn't you send the dragon tendons of the White Stone Realm Yuhai Dragon King and others to Tiangongyuan? When we came just now, Tiangongyuan was drying the dragon tendons. She saw it and was frightened.
"..." Fang Jian suddenly realized, and then he was also at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He just waved to Chuyi and Chuer and said, "Okay, thank you for your hard work. You can go down and rest first."
"Yes." Chuyi and Chuer bowed and sang in greeting, then left Xunde Hall.
Fang Jian looked at the Dragon King of the West Sea who was comforting his daughter. Listening to Ao Ying's heart-wrenching cry filled with fear, he was afraid that it would not stop for a while.
So Fang Jian calmed his mind, cast aside all distracting thoughts, and slowly sat back on the sandalwood chair. Then he pointed at Ao Ying and said to the heavenly soldier beside him, "Serve the Dragon Girl tea."
"..." The Dragon King of the West Sea was slightly shocked when he heard Fang Jian's voice, and then he quickly comforted his daughter, "Alright, alright, don't cry, don't be afraid, your father is here. This is the Heavenly Palace, you must not lose your manners.
My dear daughter, come here."
As he spoke, the Dragon King of the West Sea turned around, put his right arm around his daughter's shoulders, and with his left hand guided Ao Ying's gaze towards the hall, and said with a smile: "Look, this is Master Hongqing." As soon as the Dragon King of the West Sea finished speaking, Ao Ying's cry, which was already full of fear, suddenly became even louder.
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