Wen Zilong's face did not blush, his heart did not beat, and he said shamelessly:
"I agree with this."
When the old man heard Wen Zilong's words, he looked Wen Zilong up and down again, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, okay, so arrogant. If the barbarian dragon who can write such ancient style is not crazy, it would be really unreasonable."
Wen Zilong nodded and said, "I laughed to the sky and went out. How could I be a weed man?"
When the old man heard this, he praised again: "Good sentences, good sentences! It's really not easy to say them."
Seeing that this old guy was so interested in literature, Wen Zilong asked, "Do you like literature too?"
The old man looked at the horizon in the distance, as if he was recalling something:
"I remember back then, I was also a literary youth."
"puff……"
Wen Zilong almost burst out laughing.
The old man continued, "I was twenty-two years old at that time and was so obsessed with literature that I couldn't be more obsessed with. I didn't want to practice at all, I just wanted to do literature. As a result, my master said, and I gave up my plan to do literature."
Wen Zilong asked: "What do you mean?"
The old man said, "My master said, don't learn from others to do literature, and you may end up being messed with by literature."
"Uh..." Wen Zilong asked in confusion, "I gave up because of such a simple sentence?"
The old man looked in pain and shook his head and said:
"You don't know that literature is a famous ugly girl in our local area."
"Puff... your master is also talented."
This pair of masters and apprentices is also considered strange.
The old man continued: "Literature is a famous ugly girl in our local area, but she is strong. When the barbarian dragons who were the same age as her were generally at the second and third level, her strength had reached the fifth level. She usually likes to catch those handsome literary youths to play. In order to avoid such a miserable result, I had to abandon martial arts and follow the literature."
Wen Zilong nodded and expressed deep sympathy:
"I didn't expect that you still have such a sad past."
The old man sighed, shook his head slightly, and said:
"Forget it, it's all the past, I won't mention it anymore. Okay, I've finished listening to ancient style and remembering youth. It's time to do a good job."
As he said that, the black space attribute energy in his hand had condensed.
"I'll go, brother, why bother you? We are all young literary people, we are born with the same roots, so why are we too anxious to fight each other!"
The old man sighed helplessly and said:
"You can go with peace of mind and be reincarnated at the foot of Wukong Mountain. Maybe we can still become masters and apprentices."
As he said that, the black energy in his right palm was about to blast towards Wen Zilong.
Wen Zilong could feel that this black energy was extremely powerful.
In the face of this black energy, he had no room for escape.
Damn, are you going to hang here today?
Where is the aura of the protagonist?
What if the protagonist agreed to be undead?
At this moment, a whistle suddenly came from not far away.
"Ao—roar—"
The four-winged seal under Wen Zilong heard the roar, and his neck thrust, his eyes widened, and he also made a sound: "Ao————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————
"Ao—roar—"
There responded again.
The four-winged seal under Wen Zilong responded again when he heard this sound.
Soon, a figure swam over there quickly.
It is a ferocious beast that is almost exactly the same as a four-winged seal.
However, his figure is slightly smaller than that of the four-winged seal.
Obviously, this is a cub.
Above its back, there was a barbarian dragon riding.
The man dragon kept saying:
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, Xiao Si, what are you doing? Are you still obedient?"
"I am also an ultimate eighth-level strongman. Can you respect me?"
"I'm going to cry if I don't obey. Can't I call you dad? Dad stops, dad stops..."
"Hey, hey, where are dad?"
There is no doubt that this barbarian dragon understands Xiaoxiao.
The four-winged seal pup came to its mother and finally stopped.
The mother and son croaked and roared.
When Dong Xiaoxiao saw Wen Zilong, she understood it.
"No wonder this guy rushed over like a love affair. It turned out that you were here."
Wen Zilong rolled his eyes: "What are you talking about? I have that strong taste?"
Dong Xiaoxiao smiled and said, "Who knows, maybe heavier than I thought."
While speaking, he looked at the old ancestor of the Kongmen who was floating in a space and had no sea water within a radius of five meters.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "Oh my god, the ancestor of the Hun Sect?!"
On his 50th birthday, his father held a grand birthday celebration for him.
At that time, the ancestor of the Kongmen also arrived.
The ancestor of the Kongmen saw Dong Xiaoxiao and said, "Three Prince, do you still remember me?"
Wen Zilong heard this and looked at Dong Xiaoxiao with a look of surprise in his eyes: "Prince? Are you kidding? Can you be a prince even if you are like a bird?"
If it is an ordinary barbarian dragon, it would be better if he hears that the prince is in front of him, it would be better if he is not panicked.
As a result, Wen Zilong said directly, "You are like a bird", which is also considered strange.
Dong Xiaoxiao glared at Wen Zilong: "Hey, hey, no matter what I say, I will be the ultimate eighth-level strongman. Do you respect me?"
"Ahem," Wen Zilong coughed twice, "Are you really a prince?"
Dong Xiaoxiao seemed a little impatient: "Don't mention any prince to me. The most annoying thing about the Manlong calling me a prince. You should call me Dong Xiaoxiao."
Wen Zilong nodded: "Okay, Dong Xiaoxiao, you are here just in time. I'm going to die. Are you here to meet me for the last time?"
"Um?"
Dong Xiaoxiao was a little surprised: "You are a man who is born and raised by a tiger, don't look like you want to be jealous."
Wen Zilong smiled bitterly and signaled to the ancestor of the hollow sect with his eyes:
"He wants to kill me, can you stop saving me?"
Dong Xiaoxiao looked at the ancestor of Kongmen: "That, ancestor of Kongmen, do you really want to kill him?"
The ancestor of the Kongmen nodded: "Yes."
Dong Xiaoxiao immediately left Wen Zilong five steps away, as if he was stepped on his tail: "Then I have to stay away from it, don't splash my blood."
"puff……"
Wen Zilong almost vomited.
"Dong Xiaoxiao, are you still a manlong? Believe it or not, I will let Xiaosi rebel against you."
Dong Xiaoxiao smiled and said, "Just make a joke, liven up the atmosphere, don't mind."
Then he said to the ancestor of the Kongmen:
"Well, Ancestor of the Kongmen, I don't know what grudges you have between you and him, but at least don't kill him in front of me, okay?"
To Wen Zilong's surprise, the ancestor of Kongmen did not hesitate at all:
"Since the third prince has spoken, I will naturally give the royal family a face. But I only promise you that I will not kill him in front of you."
After saying that, there was nothing extra to say and disappeared in an instant.
The meaning of his last sentence is very obvious: Don’t kill Wen Zilong in front of the third prince, but as long as the third prince is not with Wen Zilong, he can destroy him at any time.
Wen Zilong can't stay in front of the third prince for the rest of his life.
Chapter completed!