826 Xuan Sha 2

rossed, looking at me coldly and saying: "Mu Xiaoqiao, when I'm not here, you just eat and sleep casually""I pulled my neck back: "It's pretty busy... But I haven't been too hard on myself either. I h...Although Mu Wanchen was not far from me, he faced away from me, his attitude respectful as he bowed his head to speak with his master.

“How did you get here” he seemed a little surprised.

I think that Master was just here to inspect the situation and had no intention of helping at all.

He was simply calmly watching the lake in the midst of the raging storm, unperturbed.

"Xiao Qiao is afraid you can't handle it, she insists I come and take a look…" The master shook his head helplessly: "Matters of the world should not involve yin and yang, I shouldn't interfere. Some things you must do yourself, and I cannot teach you... especially the way of the Human King..."

The Master inclined his head slightly and glanced at the Wuzhu people prostrating themselves in worship on the ground.

"Your Majesty, the people... they yearn for... You must weigh your options carefully. Employ both kindness and sternness."

Mu Wanchen nodded and hummed softly.

"The spirit of the Azure Dragon resides within you, I never expected that... This Immortal Empress vanished into the heavens. The celestial beings on the Nine Heavens all believed she had perished. Unexpectedly, her one soul remains, and there is still hope for her to return to the upper realms." Master instructed softly, "Cultivate diligently, this is your opportunity."

Mu Wanchen obediently nodded slightly, his master chuckled softly, his cold and sharp eyes moved past Mu Wanchen and landed on me.

I placed my hands behind my back, pressing close to the tree trunk. My heart thumped nervously in my chest.

"Don't let this little thing get sick, Qiao is waiting to see her, but she waited for so long…" His voice was hollow and ethereal, his form like a wisp of white smoke, dissipating into the night.

Mu Wanchen still respectfully replied with "Yes" before turning around to walk towards me.

My heart was in my throat, I kneaded the dough so hard it was almost mush.

He was drenched, his hair plastered to his back, with strands clinging to his temples and chest. Raindrops slid down his smooth, full forehead, tracing a path along his high nose bridge before dripping from his tip.

A pair of relaxed eyebrows, a pair of deep and unusual eyes, a high nose bridge, and a sharp line of lips.

A flash of lightning split the sky, its white light illuminating his eyes. I saw a glimmer of ethereal blue in his pupils.

And...

He raised his hand, wiping the water droplets from his forehead with the back of his hand, and said in a low voice: "Are you stunned Scared"

On either side of his eyes, starting from the outer corner, were scales that faded from a pale blue to silver in a dragon pattern. One scale, two, three, five... They formed a fan shape, disappearing into his hair.

I couldn't help but reach out and touch his forehead. It wasn't scales, just a mark.

I turned back to look at Liang Xiaogé and the group of witch tribe people. None of their faces bore any markings.

"From the time of the great shaman Wushi, the spirit of Yinglong has temporarily resided within his body. Every generation of divine kings carries this mark... To prevent the ignorant masses from desecrating the divine spirits or even dissecting them, they must all wear masks."

He leaned in slightly, his breath and words whispering past my ear.

I reflexively tilted my head, my lips brushing his earlobe, which caused him to chuckle softly.

Mu Wanchen's hand circled around to my back, pulling the mask from my hand and whispering, "The mask is almost crumpled by you. This was made by my troublesome little apprentice wife, I can't explain if I break it."

"Oh...oh..." My voice trembled a little, and I quickly let go.

These things before my eyes have simply refreshed my perspective.

I know that the Heaven and Earth's primal Qi transforms into the Three Pure Ones.

Know that the Six Celestial Guardians protect the Emperor, Heaven, Earth, the Three Realms and all directions.

Knowing that Fuming Ling Wang Fu De Zheng Shen blesses one side, and knowing that Yi Xian Ya Sheng Zu Shi protects fellow disciples.

Of course, these are all beliefs within our family environment, with systems and texts to follow.

I believe in yin and yang, but I have never seen an ancient divine beast with my own eyes.

"Across the heavens and earth, all beings… you’re just a child, how could you possibly know everything" Mu Wanchen still wore his mask.

Little Brother Liang stumbled and ran over, holding up that cloak.

Mu Wanchen put on his cloak and reached out to pick me up, walking toward the dragon that was still perched at the edge of the hillside.

Even without turning into a dragon, this giant serpent is terrifying enough.

It has stiff bristles on the back of its head. Just now, from afar, I saw it open its mouth and roar, and the bristles on the back of its head seemed to puff up like a sea urchin, very frightening.

At this time, it hung softly backwards and lowered its head when it saw Mu Wanchen coming over.

I was terrified, clutching onto Mu Wanchen's shoulders tightly, my body rigid with fear.

Mu Wanchen reached out and touched its pointed beak, and it actually squinted in comfort.

Heaven... A monster selling cuteness... Such a contrast.

That terrifying giant eye narrowed, and the long whiskers at its back swayed comfortably.

I saw that it had a patch of red flesh on its head, and couldn't help but ask, "What's...what's this here"

"It hurts," Mu Wanchen replied simply, his voice laced with a hint of tenderness.

I immediately understood. Just now, when the Dragon was clearing the way, it must have hit a giant rock and knocked off a piece of its scales.

Oh, poor thing, it's completely bald from the crash.

My eyes welled up, and my nose felt sore.

I also want to reach out and touch it, but I dare not. As an ordinary person, who has the right to feel sorry for such a monster

It's a pity I don't have such big bandages, otherwise I would give it a crisscross bandage to protect it.

The dragon's form gradually became transparent, turning into a faint glimmer hidden in the darkness.

Mu Wanchen tilted his head slightly to look at me. Through the mask, I traced the outline of his face in my heart.

Hmph, a few dragon scale imprints think they can scare me

But he has explained that inquiries from mortals, or the fearful spreading of rumors, would be a desecration of the divine.

Wear it if you want to, at least I can see it, and sleep soundly.

Little Brother Liang secretly reported me, saying that I just wanted to jump down and he couldn't hold me back, I was like a mudskipper.

I buried my head in my hands, pretending to be oblivious. Mu Wanchen didn't say anything; he simply held me and walked me before those kneeling clansmen, urging them to withdraw quickly.

A middle-aged man who looked to be of high standing knelt on the ground and asked, "Wizard King sir, what is this foreign woman"

He said it plainly, without reservation.

"...She is the future princess, she isn't staying here temporarily." Mu Wanchen's tone left no room for further questioning.

He led me a few steps into the woods and cast a spell, parting the night.

I had to take two baths last night. It was really unavoidable, you see. Little Zhu Jin came to me with water while she was still sleepy, which made me feel embarrassed.

"Give me the mask." I, wrapped up like a spring roll, reached out to him for the mask.

He hesitated and asked, “What”

"Since you've already seen it, can I just cuddle up and sleep" I said jokingly.

The light is out, it's pitch black and I can't see anything. There's still the sound of wind and rain outside. It's so dramatic tonight, I can't fall asleep for a while.

He lifted his mask and tossed it into my arms, then closed his eyes and lay down behind me.

From the side pocket of the large backpack I was secretly carrying on my head, I pulled out a small Swiss Army knife. It had tiny scissors that were only big enough to cut threads and price tags.

Crack, crack… I carefully did the “bad thing”. still drew a bloody scratch across my wrist."You!" The wound on my back burned like fire, and the pain made me furious.Long hours of fear, long hours forcing myself to be calm and composed, my blood...