Long Junchen heard the girl's cry and saw the villagers reacting like a frightened bird. He stopped in a daze. He scratched his scalp and suddenly remembered what his father Long Lingtian once said to him. The dragon pattern bloodline really exists. There are indeed dragons in the world. Ordinary people may not be able to sense it. However, dragons, after all, are superiors, and there will always be some fear, fear, and worship. These villagers who have lived around the dragon vein for generations, believe in gods. Although they are all ordinary people, their perception of dragon blood is still much more sensitive than ordinary people. Long Junchen will naturally have dragon blood that belongs to the superiors.

The dense footsteps sounded, disrupting Long Junchen's silent thoughts. He looked at the scene in front of him in surprise. The empty place just now was already crowded with people. It seemed that everyone in the mountain village had brought their families to the entrance of the village, rubbing their hands anxiously, looking at me, and I looked at you, with awe and nervousness on their faces.

An old man stood in front, holding an elm-grain crutch. The villagers behind him seemed quite restrained, lowered their heads and did not dare to look at Long Junchen's eyes. The old man who looked like a village chief mustered up the courage to step forward, looked at Long Junchen's eyes, swallowed a little awkwardly, bowed to Long Junchen and said, "Sir, are you, you, from there?"

As the old man said, he glanced at the direction when Long Junchen came, and the ancient claustrophobic dragon cave was in that direction.

Long Junchen saw the villagers' reactions, but there was no change in his face, but his heart was filled with storms. He finally believed in what he had once scoffed at. It seemed that Longling Tian really did not lie to him. These people really believed in these things and really believed in them.

Long Junchen narrowed his eyes, his expression did not change much. He had encountered such a scene. Ordinary people actually felt that he had a kind of nobility and indifference that would keep people from thousands of miles away. In fact, everyone was afraid of him. This was the case since he was beaten. However, ordinary people were unwilling to admit it or express it out of some false dignity. Instead, they were concealed in extreme detail and still maintained superficial harmony with him on weekdays. On the contrary, these simple villagers expressed their sincere piety and respect without hesitation, as well as the unconcealed fear.

The villagers looked at him with some enthusiasm, with a little timid expression, as if they were excited and fearful. They wanted to speak to Long Junchen on their own initiative, but they didn't know how to open up the topic. When they were stared at by dozens of gazes, Long Junchen was not panicked. He first nodded slightly, as if he had agreed to the previous village chief's statement, then scratched his scalp, showed the bright smile of a normal boy, and said to the villagers: "Hello, fellow villagers, I'm disturbing!"

"Hello, sir!" It was still the old man who took the lead. The villagers bowed neatly and bowed in great devotion. It seemed like some kind of ceremony. The villagers saluted again. A child who was not able to react was even thrust by his parents twice. He did not cry, but was a little yearning, and showed a hint of doubt. The child was silent, staring at Long Junchen's face, widened his eyes, as if he was looking at the most rare candy in the world, and as if he was looking at the terrifying monster in the game, with something inexplicable hidden in his eyes.

?Long Junchen looked at the boy and his heart moved slightly. At this time, it was quiet, and the big tree was shaking gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound. No villagers dared to speak, and maintained the most respectful posture, and stood slightly at Long Junchen. Long Junchen did not like people who bully others and acted as a mighty person, so he did not show off his airs. He smiled warmly and nodded slightly to the old village chief led by him.

I don’t know how long it took, Long Junchen swept the faces of the villagers one by one, then turned his eyes and suddenly said, “That, fellow villagers, I want to stay here for a while, you….”

?Boom—————————————— Everyone’s expression seemed to solidify in an instant, and they couldn’t believe their ears. They didn’t know what this adult from there meant. He was a dragon vein, and he was having a good life in a fairy life. But come to such a wilderness and taste the sufferings of the world? Or did he watch too many variety shows like the Transformation, and wanted to experience the loneliness and poverty of eating and drinking?!

?Long Junchen saw that these villagers were surprised but did not speak. No one spoke to his words. Long Junchen touched his nose with some disappointment, thinking that these people had not heard what they said clearly. Just as he was about to go up and explain a few more words, the old man who looked like a village chief stepped forward and rubbed his hands while saying uneasy: "Sir, are you serious? Are you really going to live in our village?

"What, is it inconvenient?" Long Junchen frowned, and he just subconsciously frowned. The village chief showed fear on his face and said in a trembling voice: "What, why is that? We are naturally very welcome. But, it's just that our village is so high that it's so far away, it's really poor and desolate. You will definitely not get used to it whether you eat or live here."

Long Junchen lit his chin slightly, and his gentle smile as gentle as the spring breeze was always hanging reserved on the corner of his mouth. He looked at the other party's panic expression and felt a little puzzled. He didn't know how much the old village chief thought about in such a short time and what the villagers were thinking about. Their solemn expressions were engraved on their faces like masks.

Of course, Long Junchen naturally didn't care about the expressions of these villagers and the village chief at all. He believed that the other party would keep him. In addition, this place was also an excellent place for Long Junchen to recover from his injuries.

Anyway, he was alone and had no place to go, and no one could surrender. This place is beautiful, beautiful, and outstanding, and the most important thing is the desolation. Long Junchen was afraid that this place would not be desolate enough and would be discovered by those who pursued him. For Long Junchen, the more broken this place, the better.

Long Junchen showed a mysterious smile, and did not respond. He nodded slightly, and directly thought that the other party should have agreed to his request. His eyes swept across the villagers, and finally fell on the child who had not reacted so much and was beaten by his parents.

The little boy had very white skin. He was wearing a black cloth dress with patches of all sizes on it. The patches were even sewn with threads. The thread ends fell outside alone. His soles were wearing straw-cloth shoes. Through the straw-cloth shoes, he could even see his white feet.

However, although his clothes were ordinary, so ordinary that they were shabby, the people around him were also shabby, so shabby was not that obvious, but ordinary was really ordinary. However, the small face on the black cloth clothes was so unique. Although his tender face was covered with mud and dust, in Long Junchen's eyes, there seemed to be a strange glow flowing on his face.

Long Junchen narrowed his eyes, and a drop of sweat slowly slid down from his forehead for no reason. He sighed sadly. I don’t know why such a young child showed the silence and sadness of “I have lived for hundreds of years” on his face. The sadness was very deep. He looked at the boy’s eyes and his expression was dazed. In the next second, the wind swept across his forehead. Long Junchen came back to his senses and was actually shrouded in tears by the sunlight that felt that he had been away for a long time.

Long Junchen looked at the little boy again, but found that he was so ordinary, a typical rural boy, with a strong appearance, giving people a very honest feeling, but his face was very delicate, like porcelain carvings, without the feeling of wind and sun. If it weren't for the hair, Long Junchen would have difficulty telling whether this child was a man or a woman.
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