Days Raised by Dragons

Chapter 61

"Are you really planning to go?" After leaving the teahouse, Ling Xi couldn't help but quickly walked two steps and asked behind Ao Hong.

Ao Hong made a deliberate step, and Ling Xi was talking, but he didn't stop for a while, and bumped into Ao Hong's generous back.

"What are you doing?" Ling Xi didn't feel any pain, she covered the tip of her nose with one hand and asked, there was no displeasure in her voice, but a slight sense of anger.

Inexplicably, Ao Hong felt even more happy, bent slightly, folded his arms back, and turned his wrist lightly, Ling Xi felt his feet slip, and when he came back to his senses, he was already on Ao Hong's back.

"You put me down." Lingxi is only considered to be well-proportioned, not as tall as a male model, but she is an adult after all, being carried on the back by Ao Hong like a child, there is always a sense of shyness.

Ao Hong said calmly: "If you move again, I will throw you down." He deliberately leaned back slightly as he spoke.

"Ah!" Lingxi exclaimed instinctively, wrapping her arms tightly around Ao Hong's neck.

A smile flashed across Ao Hong's deep eyes, he was tricking Lingxi, and Lingxi was on his back, he could guard his treasure, I don't know which would make him happier, but I can be sure What's more, he enjoys this moment very much, and hopes that this moment can be extended infinitely.

Outside the teahouse, there is sunlight meandering behind the rolling clouds in the sky, and the color is dyed magnificent and graceful, warm and warm.

Ao Hong led Lingxi forward step by step, with tenderness flowing through his heart, Lingxi was a little embarrassed at first, thinking that it would make people around him notice something strange.

Later, I found that no one cared about the passers-by around me. Even if someone looked at them more, they would subconsciously focus on their ankles, thinking that he might have sprained his feet.

Ling Xi lowered her head, resting her head sideways on Ao Hong's strong back, closing her eyes slightly, enjoying a moment of secret pleasure.

…Bai Ze was at the end, not knowing whether he should follow them or not. Finally, he struggled for a long time between turning right at the next intersection to go home and returning to Dragon Palace, and finally decided to keep up.

The matter of mocking the wind is the most important thing. During the prehistoric period, everyone was a friend who slept on the top of the mountain. He and Yazi lost their mana, so they could only rely on Ao Hong.

It wasn't until the waves gently parted to both sides, exposing the gravel and crystal floor tiles underneath, to welcome the return of their highness, that Lingxi asked about Xiaofeng again behind Ao Hong.

"Will you pick him up?" Ling Xi asked softly, knowing that Ao Hong had originally decided to take a vacation...

"What if you don't pick him up? He is the son of the first dragon, and he is ridiculed by the third son of the dragon who has been honored by the way of heaven. You can't let him live on a mountain for the next few hundred years." Ao Hong complained helplessly, he hadn't arrived yet This kind of situation can be seen as desperate and hard-hearted.

"Also..." Ling Xi echoed.

"Actually, he will be able to get away by himself after a few hundred years when his mana recovers, and he doesn't need me to help him." Ao Hong said in a low voice.

"That's too hard." You better go help others, Ling Xi said with a smile.

You can already vaguely see the gate tower on one side of the magnificent Dragon Palace in the distance, and the pearly light is still smudged with a lustrous luster on the frivolous seabed.

Ling Xi jumped off Ao Hong's back, took the initiative to hold Ao Hong's hand and walked towards the palace.

"Your Highness, Princess."

"Immortal Monarch." The guards in golden armor on both sides saw the three of them returning, and hurriedly held the red tassels in one hand, and spread the other hand in front of the left chest, knelt down on one knee and saluted respectfully.

After several people entered the hall, Bai Ze couldn't help asking, "When are you leaving? I can help you."

They are not very clear about the situation of Xiaofeng. Although his brother Yazi is very relaxed and should be fine, everyone knows that Yazi has been notoriously unreliable since the ancient prehistoric period.

Once his brother was in charge of writing a letter to a friend, and asked the friend to wrap up a copybook of a famous artist, and agreed that the second brother Yazi, who was passing by the friend's house, would help to take it back.

Yazi was carrying it on his back, and he forgot on the road. In the deep mountains, he saw a wild hot spring pool full of mist. When he saw Lie Xinxi, he went down to take a bath...

After returning to Rao Mountain, Yazi asked about the copybook, Yazi remembered that he still had a copybook.

At that time, it was more popular to write on silk, that is, silk script. When Yazi took out the silk script from his body, the handwriting had already been smudged into a ball, and even the silk script itself had a few holes.

The old man was good at writing and poetry, and he almost fainted on the spot.

There are many other examples of unreliable Jai Zi, and this is just one of them.

Thinking of the pale complexion of the bearer, and the lips trembling as quickly as dead leaves in the wind of the silk script.

Bai Ze shuddered, secretly thinking in his heart that it would be better to rescue Xiaofeng earlier, so as not to fall into this catastrophe, but because his unreliable second brother was exhausted supporting the mountains.

Lili stepped forward to serve tea, Ao Hong signaled Bai Ze to sit down, took a sip of the tea cup and said, "It's afternoon." The tablet in the pocket of his trousers gave a notification tone.

"Qingqing, help me see who it is?" Ao Hong took it out and handed it to Ling Xi without looking at it.

Ling Xi's face was slightly stained with a light blush, so intimate, and suddenly it occurred to him that Lei Gong was also called Dian Mu... Recalling Lei Gong's rough face with beards, Ling Xi stopped smiling and couldn't help it Looking sideways at Ao Hong, Ling Xi was very pleased with his handsome appearance.

"Someone wants to add you as a friend..." Lingxi lowered his head to look, then clicked on the verification message and said in surprise: "He said he was mocking the wind." Probably Yazi told him about Aohong's sea signal.

"He picked up this phone well." Ao Hong nodded in satisfaction, and said in a very modern office leadership attitude, turned his head to Ling Xi and said: "Go through, let him send us the location information, let's go there in the afternoon. "Take him back.

Ling Xi nodded, and approved the friend request.

As a gray line of "You have added the other party as a friend" on Hisense appeared on the top, crackling paragraphs began to pop up from the opposite side.

Soon, the message on it was too much to be seen... Ling Xi was dizzy, and when he regained his composure, he slowly typed up what Ao Hong had told him, and asked Xiao Feng to post the location information.

Xiaofeng is quite proficient in playing mobile phones, and soon sent location information and a voice, Lingxi clicked on it with one hand.

"Hanzhang... Hurry up and save me, this cave is dripping water everywhere, I'm about to get rheumatism." The voice came from a beautiful and somewhat magnetic male voice, but it's not hard to hear the depression and grievance in it.

Bai Ze couldn't help laughing, hearing that his breathing was still calm, and there was no danger of his life for a while, so he relaxed a little.

However, Ling Xi grasped another point of observation, and asked suspiciously, "Hanzhang?"

"The word this king used thousands of years ago." Ao Hong explained, mocking wind has not been integrated into modern life at all, and the title for him was still used before he fell asleep.

"Hanzhang...Hanzhang." Ling Xi licked these two words lightly on the tip of his tongue, almost feeling the lingering meaning, and couldn't help chuckling.

Ao Hong also showed a happy smile when he heard him call his name twice. When Ling Xi mentioned this, he felt completely different from other friends calling him. The tacit understanding between the cousin's family and Chanxi's parents.

"From now on, only you can call me that." Ao Hong made a final decision, while Bai Ze shook his head, but he didn't make a light bulb.

Ao Hong took the tablet, looked at the positioning information of Xiaofeng, frowned and replied a voice, and said coldly: "It's too far away, you can hold it for another day, I will pick you up tomorrow."

Without waiting for Xiaofeng to reply, Ao Hong replied faster than him: "By the way, don't call me Hanzhang in the future, I have a princess, and only this princess can use this word in the future."

Xiaofeng received two replies from Ao Hong in the humid cave full of wet water vapor, and couldn't help but rolled his eyes. The nine sons of Longsheng are all different, like his second brother who looks like a jackal, fifth sister Suanni and his seventh son. Sister Bi An looks like a lion and a tiger respectively, and his prototype is like a dragon. He is the most dragon-like among the nine brothers.

At this moment, with his own prototype standing against the mountain of desire to fall, holding the gravel, the primordial spirit came out of his body, sat down next to his prototype dragon tail, transformed his body with a trace of spiritual power, and replied to Ao Hong in an easy-going way: "Okay, then tomorrow .”

Xiao Feng has been tossed by his unreliable brothers for a long time, and relying on the tyranny of Shilong's son, he doesn't care that Ao Hong wants to come back a day later. You must know that his second brother is even more ruthless, and he knows that he can carry the mountain quickly. With rheumatism, he still has to let himself carry the mountains, and wait for hundreds of years for his mana to recover before coming out on his own... In comparison, Ao Hong is already very reliable.

After thinking about it, he asked curiously, "Is the princess beautiful? Send me a picture."

Ling Xi covered her face helplessly when she heard the voice message, what is it all about... Would Mr. Xiaofeng be concerned about his identity?You are a dragon, so gossip...

Ao Hong looked at Ling Xi tenderly for a moment, then replied decisively: "Don't think about it, I won't show you." This king wants to be trapped in his own dragon tail.

They are all dragons, Xiaofeng doesn't understand something, he laughed twice and replied: "Then don't read it, anyway, you can always see it... My mobile phone data is very expensive, and the signal is not good." Said With a low sigh, he asked again: "Can you charge me [-] minutes?"

"No, I'll be there tomorrow, your traffic is enough." Ao Hong calmly refused.

Listening to their conversation, Ling Xi couldn't help feeling that their Dragon Clan's style of painting was strange. Ao Hong has always been so good at raising the bar, so it doesn't need to be said, but since Mr. Xiaofeng has contacted Yazi, how come he doesn't even have money for the call?

Bai Ze saw his confusion, smiled and shook his head and explained gently: "Jai Zi's character...is not lavish, and should not exceed ten yuan each time." Since the prehistoric period, he has been unwilling to spend too much on himself.

In the morning, when he saw Chen Qi You Ya Zi gave him a gift with his own salary, he was amazed and funny, so he knew that Ya Zi was really moved.

Hearing this, Ling Xi was amazed at the side, what kind of indifferent brotherhood is this, it is only worth ten yuan, no wonder he asked Ao Hong who other friends in the clan besides Ao Haochanxi, Ao Hong would have a puzzled look.

At that time, he still thought it was because Ao Hong had no friends, so he quickly changed the subject, only now did he realize that among the Dragon Clan, brothers only have a quota of ten yuan...