Chapter 117 (1/2)

Five hundred years, vicissitudes of life.

The little maid who used to be beside the Dragon ancestor is now the oldest elder in the Dragon Emperor's mansion. Pear dimple like flowers, turned into a chicken skin crane hair.

”In the past, the three princes have shown great kindness, and the Dragon Emperor's family has not been moved. It's hard to report that I have to help you today. ”

Longpo sighed leisurely.

Shen Zhenyi must be reincarnated through some magical method. This is almost magical, and longpo dare not ask more.

But in any case, the other side standing in front of the living, which can only make people marvelous.

”It's a strange thing to say, and you don't have to talk to people about it.”

Shen Zhenyi shakes his head slightly. The secret is not that he can't tell others. It's just that he can't explain it.

As time goes by, the people around him will naturally know the truth.

It's not surprising that longpo guessed that the people of the dragon clan lived the longest and were entangled with cause and effect.

”Yes

But longpo solemnly nodded and promised, ”I dare not reveal the secret of Childe.”

She sighed and said, ”now that I'm on the wane, I've just lifted my breath just for the sake of my children and grandchildren. Now the five hundred year disaster of the dragon people is over, and I will not be long. You can rest assured. ”

Life is limited.

It's lucky for the dragon people to enjoy a high life span of 500 years. We should know that in the world of eight cultivation, only the first-class martial artists who pay attention to health preservation can have the same longevity yuan.

Longpo is too old.

She knew that whether she could survive the Dragon disaster or not, she would die.

It's a surprise to see the benefactor of that year today.

Her life is complete.

Shen Zhenyi sighed.

Life and death have a life and death. He has been used to life and death for so many years. Some people always take a step first. Even if there is regret, it can not be retrieved.

There is life, there is destruction.

The Dragon ancestor, who was famous 500 years ago, has become a pile of loess. On that day, I had a good time talking about wine and sword. Now I am alone, and I can't see you again.

Shen Zhenyi was silent for a long time, and then asked, ”when the Dragon ancestor died, did you leave any words?”

The Dragon woman shook her head, ”the master said, the things left for you have been hidden in the fairy sword God.”

The immortal sword is hidden with cold dew and strange stone. The seal is the sword spirit of Shen Zhenyi.

This is the signal left by longzu.

Shen Zhenyi was silent and said for a long time: ”when the beginning of a joke, it's hard for him to write it down.”

As for Shen Qilong, he didn't mention Hanzu's clothes.

I didn't expect that longzu had been searching for Shen Zhenyi for hundreds of years, and finally got the cold dew stone for him.

This is the witness of friendship.

”I understand what he meant.”

Shen Zhenyi slightly closed his eyes and took something out of his sleeve and handed it to longpo.