He had been here several times, but his worried eyes were not interested in seeing the unique scenery in the courtyard. He pushed open the gate of the courtyard, walked along the stone path to the door of the study, and Wang Mang slowly followed.

When he walked into the courtyard, he saw that a mud field had been reclaimed in a certain corner! The green cabbages planted in the field seem to be carved by jadeite. They don't look like vegetables, but they look like works of art.

Wang Mang couldn't help laughing at this. No matter what the Dragon King disliked human beings for, he admired the high-level aesthetic and artistic sentiment.

Long eye gently knocked twice on the wooden door of the study, and a majestic male voice came out, "come in!" The long eyed man waved to Wang Mang and opened the door of the study carefully.

As soon as he entered the room, Wang Mang saw a dignified middle-aged man in a black satin gown standing in front of a table with light sandalwood. He held a brush in his right hand and a copy of ancient rubbings on the table.

The vigorous and powerful small characters are quickly formed on rice paper. Even an ordinary person can feel the beauty of the characters.

Wang Mang felt in his heart that, apart from other words, the word "Dragon King" was at least at the level of a great master in ancient times, which was no different from those sages of the Tang and Song dynasties.

After more than ten minutes, when the inscription was finished, the Dragon King put his pen on the inkstone on the table and stood up straight, with his majestic golden eyes slowly watching Wang Mang.

"Long eyes! You go out first Before Wang Mang spoke, Chang Yan was ordered to leave by the Dragon King.

His face was full of tangled long eyes. He could not help but bow his head and said, "I hope the Dragon King will be gracious and forgive my brother Wang Mang."

"Get out!" The Dragon King didn't say anything, a pair of dignified Golden Dragon Eyes coldly glanced at the long eyes, suddenly the long eyes couldn't bear the terrible pressure momentum, turned and left with a worried face.

When the wooden door of the study was closed, there were only Wang Mang and Longwang left in the study with light sandalwood in the air.

"Mr. Dragon King, I've heard a lot about you. Please forgive me when I meet you for the first time." Wang Mang took the lead in breaking the silence, looked at the Dragon King without squinting, and arched his hand slightly.

"Hum!" The Dragon King snorted coldly, and did not answer. He looked at Wang Mang quietly. After a little, he said: "human! Who allowed you to come to the bottom of the sea? This is not where you should be. "

In the face of the Dragon King's question, Wang Mang said solemnly: "Lord Dragon King, I know that the sea bottom is not the place for human beings to set foot in, but the invaders on land have long been fighting with us.

Dragon King, you are also the top strong man in the world. I wonder if you can help mankind once? "

"What do I have to do with human life and death?" The Dragon King looked at Wang Mang with a trace of irony on his face.

He subconsciously approached Wang Mang, mouth slightly open, just want to say something, suddenly his pupils shrink, his eyes flashed a shock, "you... How can you have the breath of dragon?"

"The dragon people?" Wang Mang frowned, puzzled, and could not help looking at his arm. Before he entered the Tibetan dragon space, he had hosted an eight level Golden Dragon in his body.

But I was led away by Yousha later? It was four years ago. Can the Dragon King feel it?