Shaojun Wushuang

The peace of the eight countries and one central government in the world has reached its limit.

As the young master of the ancient ancient clan, Rong Tian didn't have much emotion or sense of responsibility.

In other words, this so-called Young Master was just trying to make up for the peace his mother had bought in exchange for her death.

He hates.

Hate the old monarch for being ruthless, and hate myself for being powerless.

Only adult behemoths are eligible to vote and argue at the Great Desolation Conference. He remembered everyone who voted for his mother to die.

One year.

Two years.

Three years.

ten years……

Rong Tianku sat in front of the crystal coffin, calling and caressing his mother again and again.

But apart from his still calm appearance, those shouts were like disappearing into the sea.

He also seemed to have the illusion of going to immortality.

The Crystal Palace, the cellar that had been dusty for ten years, was rumbled open.

The strong fragrance of flowers wafted through his nostrils, Rong Tian didn't turn around, so he knew who it was.

Rong Tian didn't speak for a long time, but when he opened his mouth, his voice was low and hoarse: "Wushuang, the cellar is dark and cold, and the cold air enters your body. Be careful that you will be beaten back to your original shape if you don't jump the dragon."

The sound of footsteps came rattling, and echoes echoed around the empty cellar. The fragrance of flowers became heavier and heavier, and there was a scorching breath behind him.

Rong Tian didn't want to turn his head back, and stared at the crystal coffin with dull eyes.

His whole body tightened, the gloom around him seemed to be broken by the light, the fragrance of flowers became heavier, and Rong Tian's back stiffened, as if he had made up for everything and had a home for these dreary days.

With resentment in Wushuang's blue eyes, she hugged Rong Tian from behind, her voice sounded a bit angry: "Xiao Tian is so cruel, he won't be here for ten years."

Without waiting for Rongtian to struggle, Wushuang let go of him, and walked towards the crystal coffin, holding a bouquet of pale red seven-petal Wangrilian in his hand.

Put Wangrilian in the crystal coffin, put Wushuang's right hand on his chest, and bow respectfully three times.

His silver hair hangs down his waist, and his purple water cloud pattern robe makes his figure straight and smooth. Twelve small silver spirit balls are around his waist, and his side face is so beautiful that it is almost demon. Wushuang is indeed the most handsome among the ancient tribes The monstrous behemoth.

In terms of appearance, it's hard to beat anyone in heaven and earth, Rong Tian was attracted by Wu Shuang's side profile, watching him worship his mother, his heart warmed slightly.

Wushuang seemed to be suing: "Your Majesty, look at Xiaotian, who abandoned me for ten years, and even agreed that he would never be separated forever, and that he would not marry unless I was the one. It's all a lie."

The corner of Rong Tian's mouth twitched, and his complexion was a little dark: "That's all about childhood, who knew you were a male beast at that time!"

"You Jiufeng are perverts! You are so beautiful in childhood! You have disturbed the hearts of many male beasts of the ancient prehistoric clan!"

"Monster! Scourge!"

This is simply black history, black history!This Wushuang can always find this to laugh at him.

Wushuang turned her head, met those pale golden eyes, opened the wordless white folding fan in her hand, and shook it gently.

Pretending to be sad, he covered his face with a folding fan and said, "Does Xiaotian think that I am not good-looking now?"

Rong Tian waved his hand and pulled him outside.

Some said in a good voice: "Pull it down, I'm not blessed to suffer, you leave this set to thousands of beautiful little beasts who are waiting for you infatuatedly."

"Let's go, if you have trouble in the cellar, if your father doesn't skin me, the old man won't let me go."

Different from other giant beast incarnations, Rong Tian's incarnation is very human-like, with long black hair and white clothes, quite refined, if it weren't for those pale golden eyes, he would really be a handsome young man walking in the world.

The gold collar around his neck made a ringing sound as Rong Tian walked around, and the silver chain on his right hand exuded a faint luster.

After leaving the cellar for a long time, Rong Tian squinted his eyes to block the strong sunlight, and pulled the people behind him to his eyes.

With a hint of warning: "You are not allowed to come in the future, do you hear me?"

Wushuang put away the folding fan with a snap.

"I'm afraid you're going to leave with me."

Rong Tian didn't want to pay attention, Wu Shuang always played tricks on him, so he wouldn't be fooled, so he turned around and went to the cellar.

"Golden Dragon Ring, Immortal Orb, and Time-Defying Formation are all gone."

Rong Tian stepped into the cellar and stopped in mid-air, turned his head, and grabbed Wushuang's arm nervously.

Trembling three points: "Is what you said true?"

Wushuang ignored the pain in his arm: "I won't lie to you about this."

"Qingyang Kingdom sent a couple ten years ago. Although they tried their best to cover up their aura, I still smelled the smell of fallen immortals."

Rong Tian was puzzled: "It doesn't seem to have anything to do with the Golden Dragon Ring, the Immortal Orb, or the Time-Defying Formation."

Wu Shuang leaned close to Rong Tian's eyes, sniffing hot and cold, Rong Tian frowned slightly.

When you want to dodge, Wushuang speaks by ear.

Rong Tian's eyes widened, and he met the serious blue eyes, knowing that he was not teasing him.

Rong Tian said: "Then let's go to Qingyang Country!"

Wushuang shook his head: "The old monarch seems to know about this, and he has ordered in advance to strengthen the defense of the ancient clan, especially you, not to step out of the ancient clan."

Rong Tian was a little slumped, and slightly loosened his grip on Wushuang's hand.

Immediately, he thought of something, his eyes sparkled: "Wu Shuang, since you told me, there must be a way to let me out, right?"

Wushuang's eyes flickered, and he said, "Half a month later, there will be a new conferment ceremony. She is married to the Ba Snake clan. The bloodline is extremely pure. All clans, tribes, and even the heads of the fairy sect will visit."

Rong Tian's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the corner of his mouth also had a sneer: "I only hear the smiles of the newcomers, but I don't see the dead bodies of the old ones."

"I don't know if I'm going to marry Meijiao Niang at such an old age!"

In the past ten years, that cruel man never stepped in, never saw his mother.

Wushuang grabbed Rongtian's hand with his backhand, the scorching heat spread to his hand, and he calmed down.

Wushuang let go of Rongtian, and shook the folding fan jokingly: "We've been busy for the past half month, and it's not like you don't know that my young master loves to play around."

"When the time comes, let's burn the snake. I heard that the snake meat is delicious."

Rong Tian smiled.

There seems to be a little water vapor.

"Wushuang, in this world, I only have you left."

Wushuang's folding fan was attached to the corner of his mouth, his blue eyes curved: "So, Xiao Tian is confessing his love?"

"Or, Xiaotian decided to marry me again?"

Rong Tian lightly punched him on the shoulder: "Fuck you! No one is in shape!"

Wushuang laughed heartlessly.

For some reason, it seemed that they hadn't seen each other in ten years, seeing him smiling, Rong Tian's heart was slightly disturbed.

This kid, I don't know how many beautiful beasts he will hook up with in ten years.

Rongtian, the young ruler of the ancient ancient tribe, has been keeping filial piety for his mother for ten years. The news that he finally walked out of the cellar today spread throughout the ancient tribe.

Many soft-hearted behemoths were moved, and some were saddened by the death of the queen.

But most people scoffed.

Everyone knows how this young master came to be, so naturally he can't convince everyone.

Ordinary behemoths can be turned into adult behemoths as long as the dragon leaps successfully.

And a real young monarch is eligible to be recognized only after he has gone through nine heavenly tribulations and resisted nine heavenly thunders and turned into an adult giant beast.

But what about God?A juvenile behemoth is ashamed to be regarded as the monarch of the ancient prehistoric tribe in the future. They, the old military forces who have fought in all directions, naturally disagree and look down on him.

Sa Tuo has fought with the old monarch for tens of thousands of years, and has the most profound qualifications. At the beginning, he fanned and killed the queen, and now he pulls the bridge and pulls the string to win the Ba Snake clan out of the queen, and glorifies the Quartet.

In line with his great military achievements, he walked more and more recklessly, and six dragon-scaled horses came towards the two of them at high speed.

"Stop." A deep and rough voice came from inside the golden sedan chair inlaid with fiery red jewels.

Rong Tian narrowed his eyes, his pale golden eyes were full of hatred.

Rong Tian's voice tried his best to hold back the peace, but it was still very cold: "General Sa Tuo, why didn't you come out and kneel down to welcome me when you saw my young master?"

The silver chain on his right hand jingled slightly, anyone familiar with Rong Tian knew that the silver chain in his hand had a spirit.

Whenever ding ding ding sounded, it also represented his anger.

Sa Tuo's voice came from inside the sedan chair: "I'm really sorry, the old disease in my right leg has recurred and the pain is severe. The old monarch ordered that I don't have to kneel."

"I can only sit inside and say that I have met Shaojun."

Arrogant and insincere.

"Oh, by the way, the young master is in a hurry to come out to meet the new mother. Oh, there is no need to be so enthusiastic and courteous. The Ba Snakes are nobles, so they will not treat you badly!"

Rong Tian gritted his silver teeth, and his originally calm heart became even more irritable, the silver chain in his hand jingled violently.

"Tear—oh—" the dragon-scaled horse suddenly went berserk, its iron hooves raised to the sky, and the sedan chair swayed up and down.

Hearing a "hum", Sa Tuo broke through the sedan chair and rushed out, the strong oppressive force from the adult giant beast made Rong Tian feel that the air around him was starting to thin.

Wushuang opened the folding fan and walked in front of Rongtian, Rongtian felt that the pressure around him was relaxed.

Wushuang lightly shook the folding fan: "General Sa Tuo, I'm really sorry, I was practicing fireball recently, and accidentally startled your dragon-scaled horse."

"The injured general's right leg suddenly healed. Look at the thick breath, oops, is it true that General Sa Tuo has been taking spirit pills recently?"

Wushuang stepped forward, shaking the folding fan lightly, the oppressive force was reduced a bit, Sa Tuo looked at Wushuang in fear in front of him, and had no choice but to stop the oppression due to boredom.

"General Sa Tuo, listen to my advice from the younger generation, you can't take that spirit pill every day."

Sa Tuo looked at Wushuang with probing eyes: "Have you turned into an adult Jiufeng?"

Wushuang chuckled, very charmingly: "General Sa Tuo has seen the adult Jiufeng who has been around for 1000 years?"

Sa Tuo's eyes flickered slightly, yes, Jiufeng is a mythical beast, it is simply a fantasy for Jiufeng to grow up in 1000 years, Wuyi, a genius of Jiufeng clan, also took 5000 years to leap the dragon successfully.

But what was it that counteracted his pressure just now?

Is it the folding fan in his hand?

Sa Tuo moved his eyes to the folding fan, obviously the ordinary cannot be more ordinary.

Sa Tuo frowned and knelt down on one knee: "Sa Tuo has met Shaojun."

If he didn't kneel at this time, it would seem that he was a little bit guilty of relying on his military merits, but he didn't have half the obedience like that.

Rong Tian knew that he couldn't do anything about Su Tuo now, so he could only say: "Get up."

Together with Wushuang, gently cross Sa Tuo.

But God knows, Rong Tian wants to cut off his head, drain his blood, and bury his beast body everywhere, so that he can live forever!

With a heavy shoulder, Wushuang said with a smile: "Xiao Tian, ​​do you want to eat cucumber?"

Rong Tian's mood calmed down. For some reason, he has always been particularly agitated recently, and he was not like this before.

The emerald green cucumber is handed to the eyes.

Rong Tian thought deeply, this was the first human food he ate when he and Wu Shuang sneaked into the world when they were young.

At that time, it was amazing, it was fragrant, cool and crisp, and it was an indescribable taste.

They also bought seeds and brought them back to the ancient tribe to grow them, but the cucumbers they produced had no human taste at all.

Clear water, like other melons and fruits.

Rong Tian took it, took the cucumber in his mouth, and was very satisfied.

The two walked side by side to the East Heaven Hall.

All the way there were cries of "meet the young master", Rong Tian knew that few of them were sincere.

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