053 How can you make me sad

The hustle and bustle of the battlefield passed through the cracks in the gate of the Dragon Palace, and a trace of it came in, rendering the entire Dragon Palace Hall with a layer of bloody death. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The King of the Blue Roses, who had long been asleep, was nourished by this blood, and gently shook the flower branches, spitting out nine small flower buds, as if he was half-asleep and half-awake, both greedy for the comfort of sleep, but also unable to resist the delicious taste after waking up.

Behind the green gauze tent, Zhang Ling caressed Long Mengling's cheek, put her tender hand on his cheek, and rubbed it gently. His icy blue eyes were full of Long Mengling's shadow, as gentle as a stream of spring water, with a smile in his veins.

"Long'er, listen, everyone outside is crazy because of you. In order to wake you up, they sent themselves as sacrifices. Do you like this kind of blood sacrifice?"

Zhang Ling smiled and carefully helped Long Mengling up, letting her head rest on his shoulder. He gently held Long Mengling in his arms, not daring to exert any force, lest she would feel uncomfortable. Even at this time, she has not yet woken up and can't feel anything.

"Long'er, do you remember what you said to me before? You said, if possible, I really hope that we can have a memory that belongs only to the two of us. You say, there are only the two of us in this Dragon Palace, is it a memory that only belongs to you and me? If you are awake now, it will be even better. ā€

The smell of blood grew stronger and stronger, lingering in the hall as if it were substance. Surrounded by a rich bloody aura, the King of Emerald Roses became more and more excited, and the small buds gently stretched out, smiling into lovely flowers. And Zhang Ling couldn't help but get excited, the arm holding Long Mengling's shoulder involuntarily tightened, closed her eyes, and deeply sniffed the cold fragrance emanating from her bun.

"They are coming, and all those who have stolen life by the blood of your god are coming. Dragon, I know, they were all summoned by you, right? You have lent them the blood of the gods for so many years, and they have enjoyed the sun and rain for a few more years, and now it is time to take back this gift. ā€

God's reward is not eternal.

The Dragon Palace was soaked in blood, and the sunlight was projected through the blood-stained jade wall, stained with blood. The blood-colored sunlight carefully covered Long Mengling's body, dyeing her white face as white as jade with a little warm light red, looking even brighter and moving.

Zhang Ling looked down at Long Mengling in his arms, and his heart, which had been silent for many years, seemed to have finally come to life, and slightly accelerated his beating speed. He couldn't help but lower his head, and approached Long Mengling's petal-like soft lips little by little, his heart was full of joy. But in the end, reason prevailed over everything, and he still didn't dare to touch the cold petals after all, so he forced himself to give up halfway.

He couldn't be sure if the curse of the Blue Dragon God had really been lifted. If it hadn't been lifted, wouldn't his impulsive move hurt each other?

With a light sigh, Zhang Ling put his forehead against Long Mengling's forehead and gently rubbed it twice. For them, this is the most intimate gesture.

"Long'er, the nine sons of Longsheng all said that you were selfish, and only terminated the contract between you and me, but they didn't care about them, so they could only continue to run for you. Actually, I know that you deliberately left them behind. Breaking my contract is so that I can move more freely and no longer be bound by you. And I didn't break their contract in the hope that they could help me get you back. Did I say yes or no?"

Long Mengling hadn't woken up yet, so naturally he couldn't answer Zhang Ling's question. Zhang Ling didn't really need an answer, because he knew that his guess must be right.

He knew her so well, how could he not know what she was thinking?

"Actually, I also know that you left Ma Ronghuan behind to leave me a way out. You're not sure if you have a chance to come back to life, so you keep her, hoping to take advantage of her infatuation with me and keep her with me forever. But Long'er, have you ever thought that I really need her company? All I want is ......?"

There are some things that I still don't dare to say for the time being!

Taking a deep breath to calm down a slightly excited emotion, Zhang Ling changed the topic: "Speaking of which, Longsheng Jiuzi's opinion of you is really big!" Lingyin fell in love with a merman and was very reluctant; Chino, a guy who holds a grudge, has always wanted to find trouble with those who had been hot with him; Pingxiao wanted to go back to Nangong Villa to continue to be Nangong Jun's elder brother, and married Haruko by the way; Long Xiang fell in love with a cute girl of a human being, and he didn't dare to meet his father-in-law for so many years; Lanchuan seemed to be really a little crooked, always thinking about Long Jin, and wanted to return to the Feng Ling clan to assist him; Chongbei couldn't let go of the Guanglu faction and wanted to go back to clean up the mess; Zhiguang always wanted to be a lawyer, and the temporary job he found before was still famous; Panmo wanted to go back to the Sword Pavilion to be an elder, and he also accepted a few apprentices to teach and teachRong Shi didn't know when he fell in love with Wu Yi's aunt Ma Gulan, and he was worried all day long when he could resurrect her. For thousands of years, they have always had what they wanted to do, but they had to give up because of you. Originally, they planned to break the contract with you after the end of the war and do what they liked completely and freely, but you left them alone, causing them to drag on for so many more years. If you don't wake up and break the contract with them, they're going to go crazy. ā€

Divinity, that is, human nature, and the nine sons of the dragon also have their own love. For thousands of years, Zhang Ling watched them have to choose to separate from their beloved because of Long Mengling's contract, and had to give up everything they were unwilling to give up. He knew that they had wanted to be free for a long time, but because the victory or defeat had not been decided, the contract had not been resolved, so they could only choose to compromise.

As long as Long Mengling wakes up, they will be free.

"Long'er, for thousands of years, only I am true...... Alas, it's a pity that you want to push me to someone else, how can I accept this, and how can you be willing to make me so sad?"

A tear slipped down uncontrollably, falling on the center of Long Mengling's eyebrows, like dew on a flower petal. Zhang Ling shook his head helplessly, and reached out to take the tear.

When it comes to emotion, I always can't help but cry! Even her eyebrows are wet.

Zhang Ling was about to flick the teardrop down, when he suddenly felt a tightening of his wrist, and then there was a warm sucking sensation from his fingertips stained with teardrops, his heart suddenly contracted, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Dragon's ......"