Yu Jiaojiao replied, "No, the ancestral true dragon is a noble golden color. This is something that all dragons know."
Song Shuhang: "…"
It's actually not the White Dragon?
In that case, the White Dragon on the mysterious island and the one that left these messages full of resentment weren't the same dragon?
What a headache, what did Slow-Witted Song do in ancient times? How many people did he offend? How many dragons did he offend?
Slow-Witted Song, who is known as the 'best at escaping', didn't become good at escaping by courting death?
"In that case, is this ancestral true dragon still alive?" Song Shuhang asked.
Yu Jiaojiao replied, "I don't know. My clan hasn't been able to contact this ancestral true dragon for a long time. However, this ancestral true dragon should still be alive. It was the Dragon King of the past, an Immortal-level existence that stepped on its own path. I've never heard of it falling, so it should still be somewhere in the universe. "
Song Shuhang nodded and opened the diary again, wanting to see what was written on it.
However, the Japanese diary was full of ancient characters, and these ancient characters didn't have a 'self-translation' attribute. As such, Song Shuhang could barely recognize a few words.
"Jiaojiao, what's written here?" Song Shuhang asked.
"I don't know. I don't know much about ancient characters. However, I've asked around, and it seems to be written about some miscellaneous matters. "Yu Jiaojiao's voice paused for a moment, and then said," Do you think there's some kind of opportunity in this? Do you want me to find a teacher from the Dragon King Palace to translate it for me? "
"I can give it a try," Song Shuhang said with a smile. Then, he closed the diary.
Just as he was closing the diary, his heart suddenly stirred.
His gaze fell on the cover of the bottom page of the diary.
"Jiaojiao, the bottom page of this diary is a bit strange," Song Shuhang said.
Jiaojiao's eyes immediately lit up. "What's strange?"
She felt that her opportunity might have come. The seniors in the group were right. Song Shuhang had great luck. He could be said to be a smurf of Venerable White. Moreover, compared to Venerable White, Song Shuhang's luck was much safer!
According to the calculations of a bored senior in the group — Song Shuhang's magnanimity was great. Every time, the one who got hurt wasn't a passerby, but Song Shuhang himself. In other words, if anyone wanted to freeload off Song Shuhang's WiFi, no … freeload off great luck, they wouldn't have to worry about a meteorite crashing down on their heads. Even if a meteorite really came crashing down, there was no need to be afraid. The meteorite was most likely heading towards Song Shuhang.
"Is the back page of this diary the same as the one in real life? I feel like there's a message on the back page. If you have time, go read the diary again, "Song Shuhang said.
"Wait for a moment. I'll go read this diary again," Yu Jiaojiao said.
"You can still read the diary while you're dreaming?" Song Shuhang was surprised.
Yu Jiaojiao laughed. "You're dreaming. I'm not. I'm still awake. Wait for me for a moment. "
Song Shuhang: "…"
About thirty seconds later.
Yu Jiaojiao's voice was heard again, but there was a hint of disappointment in her tone. "There's still a message, but it's not an opportunity."
"Then what is it?" Song Shuhang asked.
"Wait for me. I'll refresh the memory in my head. Put the book back on the shelf and open it again," Yu Jiaojiao said.
Song Shuhang: "…" Jiaojiao, is your brain a computer?
However, he still did as he was told and put the diary back before taking it out.
This time, he directly flipped the diary open and looked at the back cover.
After staring at the back cover for a while, a string of words appeared.
This time, the handwriting was crooked, and it was written in the language of the Ancient Era. However, the handwriting was so ugly that it was unbearable to look at it.
[Wahahaha, idiot. If you die one day, I'll release three thousand fireworks to celebrate. I'll be so happy. If you die, I won't have to be beaten anymore.]
Song Shuhang: "…"
F * ck, the 'slightly sad' atmosphere created by the True Dragon Primogenitor was completely destroyed in an instant.
Song Shuhang could only think of one thing — courting death!
If the ancestral golden dragon saw Slow-Witted Song's reply, it would definitely pick up its blade and chase him to the ends of the earth. Let alone the ancestral golden dragon, even Song Shuhang felt like his temples were about to explode when he saw the reply, and he had the urge to kill someone.
Yu Jiaojiao said, "I can only say that this reply was definitely caused by the Thrice Reckless Disease."
Song Shuhang said, "Cough, this is something that happened in the Ancient Era. No matter how powerful Senior Thrice Reckless was, it was impossible for him to spread the Thrice Reckless Disease across time and space."
Yu Jiaojiao continued, "Then, let's change the name to the Ancient Era's Thrice Reckless Disease."
Song Shuhang praised, "There's nothing wrong with it."
But just as he finished speaking, Song Shuhang's heart suddenly moved.
This sentence was Slow-Witted Song's reply.
In other words … one day after the Dragon King Palace was established, Slow-Witted Song had snuck into this place and found the message left behind by the ancestral golden dragon. Moreover, he had used the ancestral golden dragon's technique to write a reply here.
Did Slow-Witted Song deliberately rush back to the Dragon King Palace just to reply to the ancestral golden dragon's message?
If that was the case … perhaps Slow-Witted Song's reply couldn't be judged on the surface.
The feelings or friendship between the two of them were definitely not as simple as what was written on the surface.
In addition, one thing could be seen from Slow-Witted Song's message — Slow-Witted Song couldn't defeat the ancestral golden dragon, and was always the one getting beaten up.
"Are there any other messages?" Song Shuhang asked. "In addition, Jiaojiao, go and check the plaque, the painting, and the half of the wooden sculpture. Since Slow-Witted Song replied to the message in the diary, it's possible that there are also messages on the other objects, but they are hidden in other places. "
"That makes sense, but is it really necessary to look at them? I feel that they're also messages seeking death, "Yu Jiaojiao said.
Song Shuhang shook his head, and said, "This Slow-Witted Song isn't as simple as you think."
As for the possibility that Slow-Witted Song was Reiki, this was just his guess. After all, the theory of traveling through time and space … was limited to novels, movies, and TV shows.
Therefore, Song Shuhang could only tell Yu Jiaojiao some of the things he knew. "This Slow-Witted Song existed during the era of the ancient Heavenly City, and he was related to many big shots of the ancient Heavenly City. As far as I know, there were several Immortals and Tribulation Transcenders who knew Slow-Witted Song. In addition, from the messages here, it can be seen that the relationship between Slow-Witted Song and the ancestral golden dragon is not ordinary. Perhaps we can guess some things from the messages and replies between them. It's even more likely that there are two opportunities hidden in them. "
"That makes sense." Yu Jiaojiao nodded, and said, "In that case, I'll take you to the next place where the messages were left. Then, I'll go back and check the plaque, the painting, and the half of the wooden sculpture."
After saying that, Yu Jiaojiao guided Song Shuhang through the world of mosaics.
Finally, Song Shuhang arrived at a large jade bed.
"What is this place?" Song Shuhang asked curiously. Because there were mosaics everywhere, he had no idea what room he was in.
"This is a cultivation site of the Dragon King Palace. This jade bed is where the ancestral golden dragon slept, and there is a large amount of dragon qi left on it. For descendants of the Dragon Race like us, practicing in the vicinity of this jade bed will yield twice the result with half the effort. Moreover, it can also purify our bloodline, "Yu Jiaojiao said." Similarly, look carefully at the bottom right corner of the bed. "
The ancestral golden dragon definitely had obsessive-compulsive disorder, and its message had to be at the bottom right corner.
Song Shuhang stared at the bottom right corner for a moment, and then a string of text floated over.
[Hey, Slow-Witted Song, I'm pregnant.]
Song Shuhang: "Pfff ~"
This isn't Slow-Witted Song's fault, right?
If that's the case, then Slow-Witted Song is already fertile? In that case, is he no longer Reiki? Or … was his previous guess wrong, and Slow-Witted Song isn't his Reiki?
Song Shuhang said, "Jiaojiao, is there any reply on this jade bed?"
Yu Jiaojiao said, "I didn't pay attention to it. Look around and see if there's anything special. I'll go take a look again."
Song Shuhang stared at the jade bed and carefully examined it.
"Here, there's something strange on the edge of the bed. Jiaojiao, check the jade bed first and see what the reply is, "Song Shuhang said quickly.
Yu Jiaojiao said, "Wait for me for a while."
After saying that, Yu Jiaojiao, who was in the Dragon King Palace, quickly went to the jade bed.
A few minutes later.
Yu Jiaojiao's voice sounded. "It's updated. Close your eyes and watch again. However … there's still no opportunity in this reply. "
Jiaojiao's voice was a little disappointed, but there was also a little joy. She was having a lot of fun.
It was very boring to play a treasure hunt alone. If he had companions, it would be very interesting to communicate with them.
Song Shuhang closed his eyes and opened them again.
Then, he saw Slow-Witted Song's crooked reply.
[Hey, wait. Leaving such a message will cause future generations to misunderstand! Make it clear, it's definitely not my child. We …] There should be more words, but Slow-Witted Song should have erased them.
Song Shuhang: "…"
The ancestral golden dragon was pregnant. From the messages left by her and Slow-Witted Song, this child didn't seem to be Slow-Witted Song's child. However … he had a vague feeling that this child was related to Slow-Witted Song.
Song Shuhang asked, "Are there any other messages?"
Along with this series of messages and replies, the image of a pair of enemies formed in the minds of Song Shuhang and Yu Jiaojiao.
"There's one last place." Yu Jiaojiao said, "I'll guide you there … In addition, my main body is also heading to the same place."
The last place was a big drum. However, this drum didn't have a drum skin.
This time, there was no need for Yu Jiaojiao to remind him. Song Shuhang looked at the lower right corner of the big drum.
[It's almost time. I've been waiting for you here for 13 years, but you idiot didn't even have the guts to step into the Dragon King Palace. I'm going to leave. Maybe I'll go see the Great Northern Emperor. If I see you again one day, I'll definitely kill you. You damned bastard, I'll do what I say. At that time, I'll use your skin to paste this big drum.]
Song Shuhang carefully examined the big drum and pointed to the bottom of the drum. "Here!"
He seemed to have a telepathic connection with Slow-Witted Song, and could always find the location of his hidden messages.
Yu Jiaojiao said, "It's synchronized. Close your eyes and open them again."
[I wish you success in your plan.] It was Slow-Witted Song's message.
Song Shuhang pinched his chin and thought of the Great Northern Emperor.
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