Fu Mingxu was shocked and instinctively grabbed whatever was next to him and climbed up. When he came to his senses, he was shocked to find himself sitting on the dragon's tail.
The hard dragon scales pricked his buttocks painfully, and Fu Mingxu instinctively showed a look of disgust on his face.
Wait, that's not the point.
He was sitting on the dragon's tail!
The moonlight was like water, and the night was breathtakingly beautiful, but Fu Mingxu could not see the beautiful scenery and was left only with his head in the wind.
He shifted uncomfortably, but the dragon's tail behind him was too big. Although Han Tao was still asleep, he was afraid that if he used too much force, he would wake up the dragon beneath him.
Even knowing the odds were slim, the image was so beautiful that even his toes felt ashamed, and he dared not think about it.
Fu Mingxu looked at the lakeside, which was two steps away, remained silent for a moment, and then decided to slowly move over.
Sitting on these dragon scales was really uncomfortable; they were cold and hard.
Willows sway gently, the lake surface ripples slightly, the dragon's body remains still in the lake, only a figure on its surface moves furtively.
Han Tao felt himself sinking into endless darkness, his whole body cold and aching. Memories kept surfacing in his mind, turning into nightmare claws trying to drag him into hell.
Why does it hurt so much?
He felt that he was particularly fixated on this question, and each time he was about to break through the fog, he was interrupted by an extremely seductive and decadent voice.
"It must hurt a lot, it's all because of those people."
"Become a demon, and you will gain even greater power."
"With the strongest power in the world, what can't you obtain?"
"Those delusions that you hide in your heart, that you only dare to peek at and never dare to utter, will all come true."
The scene described by the voice was so beautiful that Han Tao couldn't help but imagine it as it described.
A demonic thought quietly arose, and the icy aura surrounding him was about to transform into boundless demonic energy.
Suddenly, Han Tao felt surrounded by warmth, a warmth that made him feel as if he had returned to the time of the dragon egg, where he only needed to stay quietly inside the shell.
The image in my mind lingered on a small golden dragon covered in blood, with a woman of exquisite features standing in front of it, holding the hand of a delicate-looking child.
They were clearly very close, yet it was as if there were layers of clouds and mist separating them from Xiaolong.
"Mother, what is that?" A childish voice rang out, like a thunderclap, instantly dispelling the thick darkness.
All sounds and memories vanished completely; he only heard a familiar voice: "Really hard."
His tone was full of disdain.
A strong, bitter smell filled his nostrils, and Han Tao quickly realized that it was these bitter liquids that relieved the pain on the dragon's body.
Han Tao, who had just woken up, was about to move when he heard him say, "That was terrifying! Don't wake up now."
The dragon's tail, which had twitched slightly, froze instantly, leaving only ripples on the lake's surface in the darkness.
Fu Mingxu didn't notice the movement on the water's surface. He was trying to move his hips, and perhaps because he was too nervous, beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.
Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a faint red light suddenly flashed in the depths of the moonlight, only half a step away from the lake.
He didn't notice any of this. As he leaned towards the lake, he felt a sudden movement in his waist, which almost made him scream in fright.
"Don't make a sound." A deep voice suddenly rang in my mind. "It's me."
The scream caught in his throat, and Fu Mingxu looked down.
In the darkness, the golden scales, shimmering with moonlight, moved, the dragon's tail carrying him forward.
A note from the author:
Han Tao: Hard? Hmm?
Fu Mingxu: It's as hard as dragon scales!
Chapter 19
Has Han Tao woken up?
But soon there was something even more shocking to him: Han Tao not only woke up to find him sitting on the dragon's tail, but also moved the dragon's tail to lift him forward.
Fu Mingxu, not paying attention, leaned back slightly and caught a glimpse of the crimson hue in the moonlight.
Now he realized something was wrong.
The dragon's tail moved very quickly, but the changes deep within the moonlight were also rapid.
Fu Mingxu saw the blood-red light rapidly expand from the size of a thread until finally a hand holding a mirror emerged from it.
The hand pulled to the side, as if someone was about to come out from inside.
He felt a chill run down his spine, and as the dragon tail beneath him exerted its strength, he collapsed onto the soft, warm surface.
"This is..." He was full of questions, but when he looked down, he saw a dark golden dragon scale.
The scaly texture, so different from before, made Fu Mingxu involuntarily clench his fist, his curiosity impossible to conceal.
That's amazing.
"Brother, are you sure he won't find out?" Le Qing emerged from the Phoenix Mirror, curiously looking at everything within the folded space.
"Of course not." Le Chao sensed the heavy dragon energy in the lake and was surprised to find that there was no movement before he breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled and said, "This Phoenix Mirror contains a drop of the Ancestral Phoenix's true blood. Unless the Ancestral Dragon is present, no one can detect our presence."
As for the Ancestral Dragon, he had long since disappeared from the Cangling Continent.
Perhaps feeling emboldened, the two spoke quite loudly.
Fu Mingxu rolled his eyes, inwardly grumbling, "How could I possibly see and hear that?"
"Although the blood of the Ancestral Phoenix is genuine, it will gradually dissipate in order to maintain the operation of the Phoenix Mirror. As of now, it can only barely open the folded space that I have developed."
"Don't worry, they won't find you."
Fu Mingxu was shocked: "How did you know what I was thinking?"
Han Tao: "Weren't you communicating with me telepathically?"
Fu Mingxu asked in confusion, "What kind of telepathic communication?"
So, while the Le brothers were looking around the folded space, Han Tao patiently explained to them what sound transmission was and how to transmit sound.
Fu Mingxu had just embarked on the path of cultivation and was unable to accurately control his divine sense, so he naturally did not notice that his thoughts were being transmitted through the sound transmission channel.
After understanding the situation, he quickly composed himself, cleared his mind for a few moments, and asked, "Did you hear what I just said in my mind?"
Han Tao: "I can't hear you."
Fu Mingxu's face lit up with joy: "That's good."
Hantao: ...
"You really didn't hear it?" Fu Mingxu asked, still a little uncertain.
Han Tao: "I guarantee it with my dragon soul."
Fu Mingxu nodded in satisfaction. Very good, he has completely mastered the technique of transmitting sound.
He wondered if he was a genius? That's why he was suddenly able to cultivate after being unable to for many years, and then soared to great heights.
The protagonist in Shen Ange's novel, "Grassroots Counterattack: My Dragon-like Immortal Path," is just like that.
"I can learn telepathically very quickly, can't I?" Fu Mingxu couldn't help but feel a little smug.
Han Tao honestly replied, "It's acceptable."
Fu Mingxu, feeling defiant, transmitted a cold laugh: "Just passable?"
Han Tao fell silent.
Fu Mingxu couldn't help but scratch the dragon scales under his palm: "Then tell me in detail."
"Don't try to fool me."
Perhaps because he felt too safe, he had no interest in looking at the two people who had barged in.
A tingling, itchy sensation washed over him, and Han Tao, having no other choice, spoke the truth: "Those who cultivate immortality do not need to study."
This means that when you embark on the path of cultivation, you will naturally learn how to transmit your voice.
The person on top of him didn't speak, and the atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment.
Han Tao thought for a moment and added, "Perhaps they had already learned Taoist techniques before they began to cultivate Qi into their bodies."
Fu Mingxu: Hehe.
Having mastered the technique of transmitting sound, Fu Mingxu remained silent for a long time, but he did not unilaterally shut down the sound transmission channel.
Han Tao was a little anxious, but this anxiety turned into irritation when the Le Chao brothers started talking.
"Brother, do you want to go see Han Tao's new wife?" Le Qing winked at him.
Fu Mingxu felt a jolt of fear and couldn't help but ask, "What do they want with me?"
Hearing this meant nothing good, and instantly, the good impression of the people dressed in colorful clothes on the main street vanished completely.
Feng Jing's face flushed slightly, but Le Chao shook his head: "Wait a moment, let's go check on Han Tao's condition first."
Le Qing pouted and said, "Then I'll go."
He could sense a warm presence in the courtyard not far away, traces of human activity.
Le Chao let him go, the powerful dragon energy obstructing his vision, and he could only see a huge figure lying in the lake.
There was also a faint bitter smell in the air.
An incredible thought flashed through Le Chao's mind, and he slowly walked towards the lake.
Seeing that Yueqing was heading towards the Green Bamboo Courtyard, Fu Mingxu immediately became uneasy when he thought of the alchemy furnace, alchemy fire, and spiritual plants in his room.
"Don't let him in!" he cried out anxiously, his hands clenching tightly. "Put me down!"
Han Tao felt as if his last bit of softness was about to be torn apart. He exhaled a dragon's breath: "I'll do it, you hold on tight."
He was very fast. After a dragon's roar, the dragon's body rolled, and Fu Mingxu felt his feet sink into the ground. Warm breath appeared above his head.
Han Tao transformed into a dragon, and Fu Mingxu happened to be sitting in his lap.