Legend of Dream God in a Little Dream

Chapter 117: Memoirs of Yingzhang (10)

Finally, for the twenty-fifth time, Yingzhang picked up the bead that represented power.

"Congratulations" to the "birth of a new king"

Yingzhang turned around and held the bead in his palm.

The people in the audience witnessed it all, and no matter how unwilling they were to admit it, it became a fact.

Everyone knelt down and said, "Welcome the new king!"

Yingzhang looked at the laurel wreath holding Weiwei and the laurel wreath also reading his own, and laughed.

A golden light appeared in the sky, and the tattooed deer was shrouded in the golden light and wrapped in the eggs. It was a baptism, a baptism of dragonization.

Everyone was waiting.

Half a day later, the eggshell gradually broke, and a new king was born.

Yingzhang opened his eyes and greeted the brand new self.

Zengjun looked at this scene, "It seems that everything can come to an end, but the answer I want is not given to Qi."

Zengjun moved the progress bar, and what happened next was just as he had expected. The iron axe was kept as a souvenir, and these five trees were planted by Yingzhang and Weiwei on the first day they entered the castle.

'What's the reason for Guan Weiwei? 'Zeng Jun hasn't been found yet, 'Hasn't arrived yet? '

Zengjun continued to move the progress bar, and the answer appeared two days later. At this time, Weiwei was more than six years old.

Yingzhang's face was the same as before, the burned face returned to its previous state. Although Yingzhang tried to restore his face, even if he tried to cut off his face and let it grow back, the scar still existed, and the part of it that belonged to Qi Jiang's aura could not be erased.

As Weiwei grew up, Yingzhang locked her up in order to prevent her from knowing her other side, and he rarely came back.

Zengjun found this reason a little ridiculous, "Just because of this, Weiwei was imprisoned for 107 years? Are you kidding?"

For Yingzhang, it is not entirely true. For Yingzhang, Vivi is the only gift that Polly left for him. The black dagger disappeared ten years ago.

Zengjun looked at the six-year-old Weiwei in the castle, "So for the past 107 years, Weiwei has always wanted to escape, right? Then I was captured by Yingzhang, and then I met you, right? Wait, when Yingzhang captured me, it wasn't a dragon, what's wrong?"

Zengjun kept moving the progress bar and finally found the answer. On a certain day of a certain year, Yingzhang had practiced transforming into a dragon for the sake of the promise he had made over a hundred years.

Zeng Jun narrowed his eyes at the dragon form of Ying Zhang, "It's not a dragon, which means Ying Zhang is not the king?" Zeng Jun shook his head, and the more he thought about it, the more wrong it seemed. "No, no, how did the king pick up the beads if he wasn't the king? I didn't see any arrangements in advance."

The more Zeng Jun thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. 'There must be a detail I didn't include.' Suddenly, Zeng Jun figured it out. 'Blood, Mo's blood. Zhuzi admitted that it was because Ying Zhang had Mo's blood, and the reason he couldn't turn into a dragon was because he wasn't.'

This thought made sense, 'But, all this is clearly intentional on the part of Mo. The person who presented the laurel crown and the person on the stage also looked like Mo's man.'

Zengjun looked at Yingzhang, "So, there is another reason because you are not the king? Do you not want Weiwei to know, or do you want to protect Weiwei's wealth and glory?"

Zengjun looked at all this and thought, "It's really a bit complicated, but fortunately, everything makes sense."

"Next, let me see the ending one hundred years later." Zengjun moved the progress bar backwards, preparing to check the duel one hundred years later.

During the time of the movement, it was visible to the naked eye that the tattooed deer always came to see Polly frequently.

'So, he also lives in self-blame, and his possessiveness towards Weiwei also leads to Weiwei's anger, right? Why not explain it?' Zengjun was puzzled. Zengjun still didn't understand now.

Zengjun suddenly thought, 'On the day when Weiwei and I left the castle, Yingzhang did send the laurel crown and laurel book, and even after I cut down Yingzhang's four trees, Yingzhang didn't come out to trouble me. Maybe he knew that he had gone too far, so he wanted to do his best to make up for all the guilt he felt towards Weiwei? So, Yingzhang wanted to tell me this? To let me treat Weiwei well...'

Zengjun suddenly had an epiphany, and an invisible sense of responsibility weighed on him.

Yes, the more I think about it, the more I feel that this is what Yingzhang wanted to say. It seems that there is a second way, which is to not lose the people who love you, they are waiting for you to come home.

Zeng Jun also recalled the day of his duel with Qi Jiang a hundred years later.

Qi Jiang appeared in the demon tribe with six wings. He did not run around, but waited in the distant sky. He did not even appear around the castle.

"What does this mean? Checking the perception ability of the crocodile?" Zeng Jun thought about the purpose of Qi Jiang's doing this.

Ten seconds later, Yingzhang appeared in front of Qi Jiang as promised.

"Ten seconds, that's too slow." Qi Jiang was the first to greet, but it was a bit impolite.

'Weiwei is now 107 years old, which means it was six years ago. Where was I six years ago? Didn't I catch up with this situation?'

"Six years ago, I was ten years old. Where was I when I was ten years old?" Zeng Jun's face suddenly darkened. "It seemed that I was in the prison..."

Ying Zhang looked at Qi Jiang's six wings and said, "Six wings? You've become stronger."

Qi Jiang looked at Ying Zhang's face and asked, "You haven't recovered from your previous injuries yet, have you?"

"If I kill you, I think everything will get better," Ying Zhang said to Qi Jiang.

"Haha, you are too weak," Qi Jiang said disdainfully.

"Oh~?" Yingzhang didn't think so, 'It's just an extra pair of wings, can it kill me in seconds?'

Qi Jiang simply spread his six wings and flapped them slightly, and he pressed the tattooed deer to the ground.

Qi Jiang looked at the Yingzhang lying on the ground and shook his head, "Too weak, too weak. I thought you could give me some surprises, but it turns out you are so vulnerable."

For a moment, Yingzhang found it hard to accept this disappointment. "My hundred years of hard work are not as good as the third pair of wings?"

Qi Jiang folded his wings, walked in front of Ying Zhang, pinched Ying Zhang's face, "Hey, hey, hey, am I seeing right, you are not even the king of the demons, where is your king? There?" Qi Jiang pointed at Zeng Jun's current position. Of course, in Qi Jiang's eyes, he was just air.

Zeng Jun remained silent, waiting for Ying Zhang's answer, because Zeng Jun could not imagine that just flapping his wings could make Ying Zhang unable to lift his head.

"I am the king here." Ying Zhang pinched Qi Jiang's hand, but it was meaningless and did not hurt Qi Jiang at all.

"What have you been doing for the past hundred years? How come you are so weak? Is there something wrong in your heart? Tell me, maybe I can help you with it all," Qi Jiang said with a smile, but there was no sarcasm in his words.

"The only thing in my mind is to kill you, nothing else"

"Oh~? Then you should work harder. I am very disappointed with you now. You are even worse than you were a hundred years ago."