No one knew which master had made Li Yunzi's sculpture and portrait, but it made countless people in Ancestral Dragon City exclaim in admiration. It also made many young men fall in love with her. There were even many infatuated men like Luo Xiao whose minds were already twisted.
Lei Feiming was just one of them.
Unlike those who only wanted to satisfy their own curiosity and fantasies, each of his portraits was dignified and holy, just like a pure goddess. He did not have those unsightly versions that were circulating in the marketplace.
It was obvious that he had regarded a certain person as an extremely high religious figure in his heart.
Because of this, a killing intent had formed in his heart.
He spared Lei Feiming's life. After all, he was a cripple now. After Zhu Minglang walked out of the house, he could not help but let out a long sigh.
How many people like him were there in this city-state?
This reminded Zhu Minglang of a saying in Jian Jia, "The so-called beautiful person, on the other side of the water, swims back to the water, the road is long and difficult."
After witnessing Li Yunzi quelling the Wasteland Riot, Zhu Minglang knew very well that Li Yunzi was even more outstanding than he had imagined. Moreover, she had endured humiliation for the sake of an important mission. She had risen to a higher level in Ancestral Dragon City.
No matter if it was Li Yunzi's true enemies or those who hated her because of her admiration, they would most likely come for him.
There must be some powerful experts among these two groups. They were definitely not as simple as Lei Feiming, who possessed a Torch Dragon.
"Before little Bai Qi reaches adulthood, I must be careful of these venomous fangs."
Although he was crazy, he could not let his guard down. Moreover, after today, there would definitely be more people keeping an eye on him.
… …
In the dead of the night, white frost began to condense in the courtyard that was overgrown with weeds. A layer of ice also slowly formed on the small pond that was filled with water ferns.
All of a sudden, an unusual gust of wind blew past. The ice surface of the pond suddenly cracked open, revealing lines of runes.
The house was dim. Not far away, a tower of lights on the wall outlined the outlines of the tables, chairs, screens, and beds in the house …
The door was shut tight, but the pictures on the walls fluttered despite the lack of wind. They made the sound of pages turning.
Lei Feiming was half asleep and half awake. In the darkness, he saw the huge mural on the wall. In the mural, the proud figure of the beauty seemed to be suffused with moonlight even in the darkness.
Lei Feiming rubbed his eyes. He thought he was hallucinating because he seemed to see the person in the painting floating down from the scroll and walking towards him step by step.
"Shua!"
The beauty in the painting had a sword in her hand and without any warning, that painting figure stabbed out that sword and that ink shadow sword pierced through Lei Feiming's throat!
Lei Feiming looked at the ink beauty who had come alive from the painting in disbelief. He could not believe that the woman he worshipped would stab him with a sword.
Blood started to flow out from his throat. His eyes were filled with shock. Even at the last moment of his death, he still did not understand why he would die in the hands of the holy painting beauty that he had collected.
The figure in the painting pulled out her ink sword and her graceful figure slowly floated backwards. However, when she returned to the huge painting, she seemed to have melted and turned into a pool of ink that was smeared on randomly. Then, she slowly flowed down along the white canvas …
The night was silent and the courtyard was desolate. All the paintings in the house stopped flipping and returned to its original tranquility.
Lei Feiming laid in a pool of blood as the blood and ink spread out.
…
Zhu Minglang returned to the Dragon Tamer Academy. He walked towards the Dragon Storage Palace and discovered that the little dragon cub had already recovered very well. It was chasing and playing around with a few young spirits in the Dragon Storage Palace …
Seeing Zhu Minglang appear, the little dragon cub opened up its featherless wings and ran over, looking very reliant on him.
"I haven't given you a name yet." Zhu Minglang said.
"Wuwu ~ ~ ~" The little dragon cub seemed to understand what Zhu Minglang said and showed an expectant look.
"Green Skin?"
"Wuwu!"
"Green Bean??"
"Wuwuwu!!" The little dragon cub felt like crying. Even if it did not understand the human language, it felt that these sounds were extremely unpleasant!
"Qing Zhuo? Giving a name is very difficult. Moreover, a name is just a code name. You can choose one of these three. Green Skin, Green Bean, Qing Zhuo. "Zhu Minglang said to the little fellow.
The little dragon cub widened its eyes which were the same as its mother's. There was a green luster in its eyes.
You can't bully a child like this. Is there a need to choose?
"Alright, you'll be called Qing Zhuo. If you continue to shed your skin and change your blood in the future and become blue, purple, then change your name to Lan Zhuo, Zi Zhuo …" Zhu Minglang saw that the little dragon cub was very satisfied with the name he gave it and could not help but reveal a smile.
"Let's go to the Spirit Realm first. It's not easy to find Nanmu Juice, so drink some fruit juice first. Grow up quickly and your body will also become healthy," Zhu Minglang continued.
The little fellow arrived at the Spirit Realm and saw Big Black-tooth and Little Bai Qi.
After introducing itself, Zhu Minglang's three dragon pets in the Spirit Realm began to protest in dissatisfaction.
Was there such a perfunctory master? Couldn't he put more effort into the names? Would he be able to fill up all the colors when he added more family members in the future?
Needless to say, Zhu Minglang really did have such plans.
In the future, if he wanted red, blue, and yellow dragon pets, he would prioritize them and complete this system of dragon names!
However, Ling Yue had already reached its limit.
Activating a new Ling Yue required some rare natural essence. In a place like Ancestral Dragon City, any treasure that could increase the number of Ling Yue would be crazily auctioned …
Now that Bai Qi had awakened the Azure Dragon Mystic Technique, he didn't have to worry about the expensive dragon orbs anymore.
He still had a large amount of alimony left from Qing Zhuo's mother. On one hand, he could consider increasing Bai Qi's growth speed so that it could reach adulthood as soon as possible. On the other hand, he could raise Little Qing Zhuo as soon as possible.
Even Old Mister Wu felt that Little Qing Zhuo was extraordinary. Its strength was definitely something to look forward to.
If he could add another dragon to his family in a short period of time, he could take the initiative to find Luo Xiao and deal with this malignant tumor first!
Zhu Minglang wouldn't forget the grudge of killing Ke Bei and severely injuring Duan Lan so easily.
On the way back to the courtyard, they passed by a bamboo forest that was evergreen all year round. The bamboo forest was tall and slender, and its slender figures swayed gently in the cold and dreary night. From time to time, the soft sound of leaves rippling gently would be heard, making people feel comfortable.
The sound of the bamboo forest was the best way to soothe people's mind. Zhu Minglang also liked bamboo forests.
There was an independent pavilion in the bamboo forest, and there was a bamboo platform in the pavilion. From where Zhu Minglang was standing, he could just see a warm light on the pavilion's platform.
Under the light, there was a graceful woman. She was holding a brush and elegantly painting.
The bamboo forest, the light, and the beauty made this dreary winter night suddenly bright and warm, as if adding an indescribable color.
Zhu Minglang stood on the path in the bamboo forest. His gaze passed through the soft bamboo and quietly looked at it for a while.
"Painting at night?"
Such a small question arose in his heart. But after thinking about it carefully, perhaps she was just practicing and wasn't painting this dark bamboo forest.
Zhu Minglang didn't disturb the woman's mood and continued to walk forward.
In fact, he was quite familiar with this person. She had accompanied him in the afternoon to act out a scene of them falling in love at first sight.
Zhu Minglang had heard that Nan Lingsha was a painter at the Dragon Tamer Academy. Now that he saw her painting here, he didn't find it strange. As long as she wasn't painting some strange sacrificial painting and then writing his name on it to curse him, it would be fine.
Zhu Minglang pretended not to see and hurried on his way. He was like a scholar walking in the dark and suddenly saw a beautiful figure on the side of the road. He thought that it was most likely not a good thing, so he pretended to be blind.
However, when Nan Lingsha saw Zhu Minglang, she seemed to have finished painting. She put down the brush in her hand and looked at Zhu Minglang's back from afar. Her eyes were clear and beautiful, but there were no ripples in them at all. It made it impossible for others to see through her inner feelings.
Just as Zhu Minglang was about to walk far away, a green, puppy-like creature suddenly scurried over from Zhu Minglang's direction. It passed through the bamboo forest and nimbly jumped to the platform where Nan Lingsha was at.
Its green vertical pupils carefully sized up the beauty in front of the table. After making sure that the other party didn't show any hostility, the little green dragon leaned its body towards the ink painting and gently sniffed the green and blue colored ink.
The colored ink was obviously not real ink, but some kind of leaf sap. Not only was it emitting a unique aroma, its color was quite special, too.
The colored inks were placed neatly in a row. There were more than ten different colored inks, but the blue-green colored wood juice was the little guy's favorite. It raised its head once again to make sure that this gentle and elegant human big sister would not attack it. Only then did the little Draconic Dragon relax and lick the wood juice that was used for painting.
Thump, thump, thump, thump …
Footsteps were heard from the stairs. Zhu Minglang caught up with the little green dragon. His face immediately darkened when he saw the little green dragon drinking the ink.
Bai Qi drinking the nectar.
Black Fang eating the fat.
What kind of taste did you have in the ink!?
You're making things difficult for Dragon Master Mu!?
"Sorry, sorry," Zhu Minglang went up awkwardly and picked up the naughty little creature.
"That's the wood sap, give it some," Nan Lingsha said calmly.
"Wood sap?" Zhu Minglang was a little surprised. He went closer and took a sniff. It did have a pleasant woody scent, but it was nowhere close to the refreshing taste.
"Where did your dragon come from?" Nan Lingsha asked.
"In the forest, in the forest in the north, there is a dragon cliff in the ancient pine forest. Miss, do you recognize this dragon? It just so happens that I am a little confused about its dragon life plan. The books don't seem to have any records of its bloodline or race." Zhu Minglang also opened his mouth to ask.
Nan Lingsha was the young mistress of the Nan Clan. She was no stranger to dragons.
Little Qing was neither a Forest Dragon nor a Forest Dragon, but it obviously belonged to the Forest Dragon lineage. Zhu Minglang had asked Old Master Wu, but the old man only told him to ask the people of the Nan Clan.
Zhu Minglang had asked Nan Ye, but Nan Ye was clueless. He happened to stumble into Nan Lingsha too. Even though he wasn't sure if it was a coincidence, he decided to ask her for help.
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