Chapter 91

The ninth dragon scale (I)

"Fan Wujiu, do you want to die?!"

The angry dragon girl frightened the whole Huanghai. Fan Wujiu, who was kicked by her and rolled on the ground for several times, got up and knelt on the ground. His face wearing a mask could not see his expression, but he could feel his enthusiasm and inferiority for the Dragon Girl.

"Who asked you to allow food into my dragon palace! Dirty my place. See how I clean you up! " Linglong was really angry, because when the little dolphin came to kiss her, she slapped her away. Jiao Yan was red with anger, but it also made her more frightening and beautiful. Her new mount Feng, who had seen her anger, became more frightened and shrank into a ball, trembling and afraid to speak.

Fan Wujiu couldn't speak. He just knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing. Linglong looked annoyed. This guy was not cute at all. If he hadn't been loyal and diligent, she would have eaten him early in the morning“ Get out and don't come in without my call. "

She never cared where fan Wujiu lived. Anyway, she gave him privilege. He could come and go at will in the wasteland sea, but somehow this guy liked to sleep in an empty shell at the gate of the Dragon Palace, as if she were a master who loved to abuse servants. This wandering soul is the only one who can keep her memory and stay with Linglong to take care of her. Linglong kicked fan Wujiu again and kicked him out of the Dragon Palace. Then she was not very happy to look at the woman standing rigidly aside, "what are you, and dare to enter my dragon palace?"

Linglong is obsessed with his dragon palace and doesn't like any soul to enter, so for countless years, there are only mountains of gold, silver and jewelry. Linglong likes the soul sent to her mouth by fan Wujiu. She doesn't like this sober. She likes a soft aperture and doesn't like a human model. If you want to come here, you can only become an edible light mass.

"Sorry, I..."

"What kind of benefit did you give that fool? He will let you enter my dragon palace with this posture?"

The soul quickly shook his head: "no, no, I didn't give him anything, and he didn't let me in. I was at the door when I came. As soon as the man saw me, I walked in by myself. He tried to get rid of me, but he didn't know why he couldn't do it. "

"Nonsense." Linglong rebuked, "this is my dragon palace. Who dares to make trouble in my dragon palace? Even if the immortal Da Luo comes, nothing can be done in the Dragon Palace. " It wronged the guy, Linglong said, "for a long time, no food will appear in Guixu when it comes to the wasteland sea, not to mention the Dragon Palace. You deserve it. Well, I'll give you a chance to come and let me eat it myself. "

"You, you want to eat me?!"

"Or what? Do you come to Guihui for a luxury seven day tour? " She said not to be a philanthropist!

"But I'm dead..."

"Do you think I can eat human flesh? It's not delicious! " Linglong wants to kick her“ Are you coming or am I coming? "

"If the soul is eaten, is there nothing?"

"Or what? Do you think it's recyclable and sustainable? "

"I..."

Linglong didn't bother to talk nonsense with her. She kneaded it directly, and then vomited out: "it's terrible!"

Why so bitter! She wants to call the police!

Shit!

It looks pure and sweet. It doesn't match the picture and text. It seems to be the difference between the seller show and the Buyer show. How do you eat this crap when it's so bitter? Linglong was annoyed and beat the light flat: "go back and deal with your own affairs. When your wish comes, come back to me and let me eat it. If it's still bitter, I'll crush you into powder and sprinkle it on the seabed as fertilizer!"

It's annoying. Even if she eats such a bitter soul, it's hard to digest. She's tired and wants to rest. She doesn't want to go to the world immediately.

After the light ball was thrown out, Linglong was comfortable. She turned into a prototype and rolled on the soft coral bed, sometimes fascinated by her beautiful scales. Well, she is really the first beautiful dragon in the whole wilderness.

Feng thought while trembling: however, you are the only dragon in the whole desolate sea.

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Hello, I'd like to tell you a story.

Of course, this story is actually very boring and pale. There is nothing good to hear. There is no high tide and no touching plot, because strictly speaking, it is my own story. If you are willing to listen, please bother you and listen to me.

I'm dead.

But when I was alive, I had a name called Qi pan. My mother married my stepfather in the second marriage. This is not a romantic and beautiful relationship, because when they fell in love, they both had a complete family. This union was not blessed by anyone. Their stepfather's surname was Tang and their family background was prominent. They fell in love very warmly and even eloped, but both died in a car accident.

They didn't take me away.

I don't live well in the Tang family. The Tang family don't like me and ignore me, but I know I deserve it. My stepfather's children hate me, and I know it. But I had nowhere else to go except here. At that time, I was only nine years old.

Only one person is different.

My little uncle - only he is willing to let me call him that. Such a big event happened. He rushed back from abroad. I will be kicked out if he is not accepted by the Tang family. He took me in, took me abroad and raised me.

He is very gentle. He is the gentlest and most upright person I have ever seen. He said that adults can't blame children for their mistakes. He said I'm innocent. He said I can stand in the sun and smile and live.

I like him so much.

But he didn't accept my confession. He was 20 years older than me. When I was 14, he was 34 years old and served as a municipal cadre. My confession to him was mildly rejected. He told me that he raised me as a daughter. Normal people will not have wrong feelings for children raised with one hand as in TV dramas or comics. He said I was young and that I would understand what he said one day.

At that time, I knew he would not accept me. I was not a naive and romantic 14-year-old girl, but I knew what he said was right.

Then ah, then I watched him get married, love husband and wife, have children. He has a pair of children, so happy ah, I am also happy, although I have lived alone, but every time I see him smile, I feel very beautiful to live.

But the good times didn't last long. Some bad people rushed into the school and killed indiscriminately. His children were taught to be brave and kind. They were only eleven years old. When the teacher ran away, they pulled down their hands and blocked the door of the classroom.

Then his wife, a gentle and beautiful woman, couldn't stand such a blow and died in a car accident.

For a moment, he was much older. I had thought about how he and his wife would grow old, but I didn't think it was his white head alone. I dare not approach him. I don't want to take advantage of this opportunity to let him love me. I don't want him to look down on me. I want him to know that I have been taught well by him, know right and wrong, know respect, and know that I can't be forced. But no one else could enter his heart except me. When the Tang family found me, I promised to take care of him. I take care of his daily life and comb his gray hair. In fact, he is still young. He is not even 50 years old.

I wish that if I could, let me replace him in such pain, return his wife and children to him and make him happier.

When he is unhappy, my heart will break.

Then he died and I didn't want to live. I jumped down from the high bridge and died in the cold river.

I opened my eyes. It was at the table in his house that his wife invited me to dinner. She was really a good woman. She was very kind to me and would like me to live with them, but I knew it couldn't work. My little uncle had forgotten the confession, but I knew that my love for him had never declined.

He just got married.

He is still young, handsome, gentle and honest. He is really the best man in the world.

I love him.

I'm still a minor. My little uncle doesn't trust me to move out, but I must go. I told him in a sarcastic and cold tone: how his wife and children will die, what kind of vicious woman I am, how I will hurt them, how I will be jealous, how I hope many years later, and how bad I am.

I live alone as I wish, and it has nothing to do with the Tang family. I live in the apartment where he was young. There is a bridge not far away, where I once jumped.

Later, I studied abroad and became a fashion designer. I painted clothes every day, but in the dead of night, his portrait was in the studio of my apartment. I've seen him look old and sad. I don't want to see him like that again.

Everything was the same as I thought. When I attended a grand fashion show, I saw reports about campus prisoners. The tragedy was stopped!

It's good that he can continue to be happy.

But I don't know he will suffer from terminal illness. Isn't he very happy? He didn't die after his wife and children had an accident. He shouldn't be like this. He should be safe and happy all his life!

I can't help worrying about him. He has been thinking about me all these years, but I never saw him again or replied to his letter. I am like an unfilial child, squandering, wasting and abusing my little uncle's love.

He looked so weak in the hospital bed. His wife told me that there was no suitable bone marrow. I thought, try mine.

It's God's favor. It's a perfect match.

When I left, he had not come out of the operating room. The Tang family wanted me not to see him. For them, I was a stain.

I went back to the apartment where I lived.

I'm so sad. I want to rob. I want to do whatever I can. Otherwise, what's the meaning of living again? But I didn't do that after all. I'm afraid he hates me, looks down on me and regrets raising me.

He is the best person in the world, the one I most desire and can't have.

Later, I called him on impulse, but he didn't make a sound. Maybe he knew it was me and kept calling me Panpan. For a person who loves you, nothing can't be forgiven. He wants me, he loves me like that, but it's not the kind of love I want.

It sounds like he doesn't know what I gave him bone marrow. It's good that he doesn't have to feel owed and can continue to be happy. His wife should have heard what I said after my rebirth that year. Her concealment was a very correct decision. Little uncle, you are very happy. That's good. I hung up. You all say. How so coincidentally, my bone marrow matches him. I think we are a natural couple, but I didn't appear at the right time. But from then on, he was connected with me. I was too painful. I vaguely walked to the bridge. A little beggar knelt on one side. I gave him all the valuable things on my body, then touched his head and told him in a very light tone: good boy, cover your eyes and don't look. Living is too painful. I have only two lives of love for him in my heart. There is no way to live well. I remember him for a moment, and then I spend the rest of my life forgetting him. He is the best dream I have ever had in my life. I don't want to wake up, but I'm glad he's awake. I'm the only one who doesn't wake up. How nice, he is so happy, so happy, will grow old with another person and have both children. I watched him get married, help each other, have children, covered with frost and snow, which was very good for me. That's good, that's good. Don't laugh at me. I'm a dead and wordy ghost. I'm bitter and have no relatives or friends. That's why I said so much. Well, the owner of this sea is coming back. You guys, go quickly. Don't make that adult unhappy because of me———————————— The ghost doesn't know. She thinks her registered permanent residence is only her own, and she takes her ID card with her. She will soon dispose of her body and won't inform anyone, but he finally knows. And the little beggar who witnessed everything, which became his biggest nightmare in the first half of his life. He didn't get better until he met a woman named Xie Xun. He was adopted by her little uncle, but he will never forget the gentle woman who only met once. The river has become bitter. The ghost had no obsession, no regrets and no wishes, but her grief turned into water vapor and stained the two men. The gentle little uncle became unsmiling, and the little beggar became gloomy and deep. But she doesn't know any more. Alas, although I'm just an ordinary coral in Guixu Dragon Palace, I'm honored to be the bed of the dragon lady. The ghost doesn't know that I heard this, or that the dragon lady has given us privileges, so that we can know her news occasionally. But as an old coral that has lived for a long time, I still want to say, this is the saddest story I have ever heard. She jumped down from the high bridge and everyone's ending changed except her. Everyone is happy except her. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.