"Were you ever a very powerful monster?"
The pig sat down as well, pushing the tray to the side to change the subject.
Every word that Fu Yao said just now sounded like a slap in the face to him - to distinguish between right and wrong, and to distinguish between good and evil?
The pig wants to laugh and cry!
The young man in the candlelight had no doubt about the purpose of his trip, and he was not wrong, the Hedgehog clan was indeed a divine beast that judged right from wrong and distinguished good from evil.
Once there is a case that cannot be clarified and a dispute that cannot find the murderer and cannot distinguish the truth from the false, he will ask for a pig.
The pig used his demonic power to see the truth clearly, and in the end, the party he hit with the horns on his head was the one who should be punished.
At that time, the Hedgehog clan was revered by all things, and they even became a member of the Invisible God Clan.
In the secluded world, there is a priesthood, specializing in judging right and wrong, and distinguishing between good and evil.
But why is it the way it is today?
He didn't know very well, but what the pig in the first floor said was that the ancestor of the pig clan was stripped of his priesthood because he refused to judge a clan in public as an evil one.
As for which race, she didn't say.
"Awesome?
That's natural.,Ever since Benjun could walk.,Defeat the monsters of Huangchuan one by one.。
Only then did he get the throne of the Lord of the Phoenix River.
Fu Yao raised his eyebrows, very proud.
He even forgot that he was now nothing more than a nine-year-old human child.
And the younger you are!
In Fu Yao's heart, he is still the lord of Huangchuan who protects the crab knife behind him.
Calling for wind and rain, have a good time!
The pig smiled, looking at the young man with a serious and sad look: "It's really amazing, a demon whose transformation is no more than ten years old for humans, at most a hundred years old, is still a little demon!"
” However, the Lord of the Phoenix River has been famous in the demon world since hundreds of years ago.
"Hehehehe."
Fu Yao laughed awkwardly, scratched his head and said: "Actually, Benjun is not a hundred-year-old little monster, Benjun just doesn't grow tall and has a baby face."
Benjun is actually almost 800 years old. ” Not!
This will definitely be regarded as a monster who is not offline and likes to pretend to be tender.
"He is worthy of being the lord of Huangchuan, and the techniques to protect his face are so powerful."
The hedgehog deliberately didn't go to the bottom of the matter, he knew why Fu Yao was like this, the landlord said that Fu Yao was the lord of the Huangchuan River, and the master of the Huangchuan who ate the dragon yuan.
Ordinary monsters eat Long Yuan, so naturally there is no need to dig it out again.
Besides, it can't be dug up, and it has long been integrated with it.
But Fuyao is different.
He is Jin Jiao, which belongs to the most special Jiaolong in the world, and the Jin Jiao who gets the dragon yuan will violate the laws of heaven and earth to "grow retrograde".
Whoever can turn back into a sleeping little dragon after Jin Jiao eats the dragon yuan, and the dragon yuan that obtains him before the eggshell grows on his body will inherit this power.
Especially under the crippled or the monster who has no demonic power and whose body has been greatly damaged and decayed, it will usher in a magical change that turns decay into magic, and it is almost a rebirth!
He didn't know who the owner of the first floor of Tai would give Long Yuan to and what he would do, he only knew that if he didn't do it, he would be worse off than dead, and he would also suffer if he did it.
Despite the dilemma, he still had no choice.
Fu Yao picked up the soup and said with a haha: "False praise, false praise."
So he blew on the mouth of the bowl and scooped a spoonful of soup into his mouth.
"Fuyao!"
The pig suddenly spoke, but he couldn't say half a word when the other party paused to look at him, and finally, he swallowed his saliva in Fuyao's puzzled gaze, and smiled like a butterfly struggling, "Don't drink too quickly, be careful of burning." ” The young man threw a roll of the eyes to the pig, but he was not really angry: "Xiaolu, who are you the king?"
As the lord of Huangchuan, he is particular about food and clothing.
Won't gobble. ” "......," the pig smiled bitterly.
Fu Yao moved his hand and put all the soup in the spoon into his mouth.
"Hmm-it's delicious!"
He narrowed his eyes, smashed his mouth and scooped another spoonful, and with each sip, the pig's heart beat faster.
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Like a torrential rain, crackling and crackling in his head.
"One more bowl!"
When Fu Yao handed him the empty bowl, the pig was stunned for a moment before reaching out to take it.
I don't know if the amount of medicine he gave was not enough, Fu Yao drank a pot of soft-shelled turtle soup and almost drank it, and there was no sign of drowsiness.
The corners of the pig's mouth twitched, could it be that he was deceived by those insect demons?
"Huh?
How can I ......"
Fu Yao suddenly squeezed his eyes hard, his eyebrows also raised, he opened his lips, the soup bowl slipped from his hand, and fell on the table and rolled a few times before rushing out of the table and falling.
The pig subconsciously reached out to catch the bowl, but Fu Yao fell directly to the ground.
"Fuyao, Fuyao?"
The pig put the bowl away, ran over and probed his snort, everything was normal, but the breathing was too long and heavy, which was a state of deep sleep.
The pig hugged Fuyao's small body, and his heart was like numbness.
"Fuyao, I'm sorry.
I also have people who have to be protected......
When I rescue her, I will make amends to you with my life.
He picked up Fu Yao and laid him flat on the bed, but the next moment there was a sound in the room of things being pushed down.
The pig looked at Fuyao in horror because he had slept too dead and showed his original form, for fear that the white frost would hear the sound and run over.
However, his fears proved unfounded.
After waiting carefully, the hoarfrost did not appear.
The pig breathed a sigh of relief, and took out a sharp dagger and walked towards the dragon's heart.
Fuyao's dragon body was a mess in the room, huddled against the wall.
It does look like it's just a small dragon.
After finding the three petal-like scales, the pig pressed his hand and felt Fuyao's heartbeat!
The hand in which he held the dagger trembled.
"Sorry......
I'm sorry......"
The pig said dryly, and the hand holding the dagger tightened, and then he poured all his demonic power into it and slammed it down!
Where the blade goes, there is a gap where the scales meet.
Compared to other densely arranged scales, the scales at Fuyao's heart are a weakness.
All dragons and dragons are like this, the scale armor on their outside is invulnerable, only the petal-like scales arranged in the heart are the thinnest, especially the gaps, ordinary knives can pierce the flesh and skin, and then the blade is cut and turned up.
The entire heart will be exposed.
Therefore, in ancient times, there would be people who could slay dragons, otherwise, with human skills, if they were not warlocks, how could they be dragons?
It is precisely because they know that the dragon has this weak point, so they will occasionally succeed.
A drop of cold sweat slid down the pig's forehead, along the center of the eyebrows to the tip of the nose.
He had already dissected the first layer of dragon scales in Fuyao, and it stands to reason that he should have seen the flesh and bones, and then splitting the flesh and bones was where the heart was.
But what he saw was a new layer of petal-shaped scale armor!