"The Dragon Emperor you speak of, that must be the strongest dragon of our Dragon Clan, the War God Ying Long, right?"
"Ying Long?" Han Qianqian frowned slightly.
"Hey, when the dragon's tail is drawn, it is a river, allowing all people on earth to survive. When the dragon's feet are staring, it can open the dragon gate, allowing countless beasts to be promoted to the dragon race. His body is so large that it can fill the sky when it is stretched out and fit into a pinhole when it is curled up. He is accompanied by wind and clouds, and his dragon wings are simply handsome. Even in human form, he was like a god of war." When it comes to the pride of the dragon clan, Lin Long is as gushing as the waters of the Yellow River ......
It was so flooded with spittle!
Han Qianqian sighed helplessly, "Alright, alright, I know that your dragon clan once had a very glorious and awesome past, and you don't need to recount it. However, if you know about your family's ancestor, why would you not know about the Green Cloth Heavenly Maiden?"
"The devil dragon has told me that the Celestial Cloth Green Maiden was reincarnated and reborn by the nod of your dragon emperor."
"Shit, the Dragon Emperor has more achievements than a sack can hold, as for nudging others, it's just a trivial thing, what's so strange about us juniors not knowing about it." When Lin Long finished, he laughed, "I'd better tell you about my family's Dragon Emperor."
"Scram!"
With a breathless gulp, Han Qianqian turned around and went back inside.
After tiptoeing back to her room, Nian'er had already cuddled under the blanket and entered a sweet and incomparable sleep, and after covering her with the blanket, Han Qianqian gently got into bed.
Although it was already late, Han Qianqian did not feel like sleeping.
What Purple Emotion had drawn out, surprisingly, were all the three great pieces of the ancient world.
The Heavenly Maiden, the Dragon Emperor, and the Poor Man!
The strangest thing was that some of these things, some of them did not conflict with reality, but some of them damn well matched and existed.
What a piece of shit.
Sleep!
The next morning, Han Qianqian was sleeping soundly when he suddenly heard a faint sound inside the house, and when he opened his eyes, his heart warmed up into a ball.
"Daddy, wash your face!"
Han Nian's pretty and cute little face had a little grimace of exertion on it, and with a basin of hot water in her hand, she was walking into the room with great effort.
It was said that a daughter was her father's little cotton coat, and this was true.
Even though he had slept late last night, Han Qianqian was still sleepy at this time, sitting up on his butt and hurriedly taking the wooden basin filled with hot water from Han Nian's hand.
"Daddy, is the water warm enough?" Nian was not tall enough and asked with concern as he padded his feet to see Han Qianqian wash his face.
"Want to know?" Han Qianqian smiled, picked up a towel and put it over Han Nian's little face.
Then, the father and daughter started their morning battle ......
When the early morning sunlight covered the entire Immortal Spirit Island, the extra comfort was spread throughout the island, Han Qianqian walked out of his bedroom with Han Nian in his left arm.
The birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, the air was fresh, and every now and then a few diligent disciples flew past in mid-air practicing their kung fu, and for a moment Han Qianqian was in a good mood, but then he was gloomy.
Han Nian glanced at Han Qianqian, although Han Qianqian did not say so, but the human child Han Nian knew that his father was missing his mother.
Gently resting her head on Han Qianqian's shoulder, this was the only way she could comfort her dad.
"The Seventh Stance of the Broken Army"
"Return to the sea!"
In the distance, Du Shengsheng was leading the disciples of Tiangui Palace in their daily drills.
At the other end, Ning Yue was also leading the disciples of the Mystic Alliance in their morning practice.
Everywhere was a busy scene, preparing for the upcoming City of Burning Bones.
Taking a glance at the Pill Room, the Five Elemental Divine Stones were slowly firing up the divine fire and refining pills, and if there was nothing wrong, another batch of pills could be produced this morning.
And among this batch of pills, there were even a few that even Han Qianqian considered to be of the highest quality.
These were the pills that Han Qianqian had reserved for Mo Yang and Blade Twelve.
In Fu Mang's absence, the leader of the male disciples in the alliance had been vacant, and even though Ning Yue was now temporarily taking over, it was always difficult for her, a woman's art, to get the male disciples to adapt.
"Brush!"
Suddenly, just at that moment, a green light suddenly floated through the air, so fast that its stream of light looked so good that it made people swindle their tongues.
"What's going on?" Han Qianqian slightly raised his head to look at the stream of light that flew by and couldn't help but frown.
"Shit, it's not going to happen, it's not going to happen!" Knife Twelve's urgent cry also came at the right time ......