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“No, the ancestral dragon is a noble golden color, which can be said to be a dragon dragon well known.” The fish replied delicately.

Song Shuhang: “…”

It's not White Dragon?

So, the little white dragon on Mysterious Island isn't the same dragon who left these resentful messages?

What did Song Wood do in ancient times? How many people have you pissed off? How many dragons have you pissed off?

Song Wood called "Running First", the ability to escape is not all refined as death, right?

“Is this ancestor Jinlong still alive?” Song Shuhang asked.

"I don't know, my family hasn't been able to reach this dragon ancestor in a long time. However, this ancestor should still be alive. It was the dragon king of the year, stepping out of his own path and existed at the level of the elder. Never heard of it, but it must still be somewhere in the universe. ”

Song Shuhang nodded and reopened the diary to see what it said.

However, Japanese notebooks are full of ancient texts, these ancient texts are not accompanied by ‘self-translating’ attributes, and Song Shuhang can only barely recognize a few words.

“Jealous, what does it say?” Song Shuhang asked.

“I don't know, I don't know much about ancient texts. But I've been asking, and it seems to be some chores.” The delicate voice of the fish paused and said, “What chance do you doubt there is up there? Do you want me to translate it to the Dragon King's teacher? ”

“Try it.” Song Shuhang laughed, then he closed the diary.

When he closed his diary, he suddenly moved in his heart.

His gaze fell on the back cover of the diary.

“Delicate, the bottom page of this diary is a bit odd.” Song Shu Hangdao.

Her eyes lit up when she was delicate: "Where's the weird one? ”

She felt that her chances might have come. The seniors in the group were right. Song Shuhang had atmospheric luck and was known as the trumpet of the white honor. Besides, Song Shuhang's luck is safer than that of Baijong!

According to the covert calculation of a boring predecessor in the group - Song Shuhang's atmosphere is far away, not passers-by but Song Shuhang himself each time he is injured. That is, if anyone wants to rub Song Shuhang's WiFi, it's not right... it's atmospheric luck, don't worry about a meteorite suddenly falling over your head. Even if there is a meteorite, don't be afraid. The meteorite is probably headed for Song Shuhang himself.

“Is the back page of this diary exactly the same as in your reality? I feel like there's a message on this back page too. If you have time, check the diary again.” Song Shu Hangdao.

“Wait a minute, I'll go over this diary again.” The fish was delicate.

“In this dream state, can you still read the diary?” Song Shuhang was surprised.

The fish smiled. “You're dreaming, I'm not. I'm still awake, wait for a moment. ”

Song Shuhang: “…”

About thirty seconds later.

The delicate voice of the fish sounded again, just a little lost in tone: “Sure enough, there are messages, but not opportunities. ”

“What's that?” Song Shuhang asked.

“Wait for me, I'll refresh the memory in my head, you put the book back on the shelf, and then open it.” The fish was delicate.

Song Shuhang: “...” Jiao Jiao, is your brain a computer?

He nevertheless returned the diary as promised and retrieved it.

This time, he went straight over the diary and looked at the back cover.

After staring at the back cover for a moment, a string of words immediately appeared.

This time, the font is distorted and twisted. It is also written in ancient times, but the word is ugly and tragic.

[Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You're dead, I don't need to be beaten up anymore.

Song Shuhang: “…”

Nima, the ‘slightly sad' atmosphere created by the original dragon ancestors in front of us was suddenly destroyed.

Song Shuhang only thought of one word in his mind - to die!

If Jin Long Shizu saw Song Wood's answer, he would never force the knife to cut people off and chase the goods everywhere. Don't say it was Jin Long's original ancestor, when Song Shuhang saw this answer, it was also a temple explosion, with a desire to cut people.

“I can only say that this response must have been triple wave disease.” The fish was delicate.

Song Shuhang: “Cough, this is an ancient era. Even if Sanlang seniors were to become more intelligent, it would not be possible to spread Sanlang disease across time and space. ”

“Change of name, ancient Triple Wave disease.” The fish continued in delicate ways.

Song Shuhang liked: “Nothing wrong. ”

But at the end of the conversation, Song Shuhang suddenly moved his mind.

Song Wood replied to this sentence.

That is... One day after the establishment of the Dragon King's Palace, Song Wood snuck in here and found the message of 'Golden Dragon Original Ancestor’. Also, still here, using Golden Dragon ancestor's method, to reply with a pen.

Song Wood, deliberately rushed back to the Dragon King's Palace just to reply to Kim Long's message?

If that's the case... maybe Song Wood's reply, not just the surface.

Emotions or friendships between two people are certainly not as simple as they are literally expressed.

In addition, one thing can be seen from Song Wood's message - Song Wood can't beat Jin Long Shizu and has always been the one who was beaten.

“Any other messages?” Song Shuhang asked: “In addition, you will now test the tablets, scrolls and semi-cutting wooden carvings again. Song Wood replied to the message in the diary, and may have his message on several other items, but it was hidden elsewhere. ”

“It makes sense, but is it necessary to see it? I feel like a dead message, too.” The fish was delicate.

Song Shuhang shook his head: “This Song wood, it's not as simple as you think. ”

The theory that Song Wood is most likely his spiritual ghost, which is still his guess, and that he travels through time and space... after all, is limited to novels, movies, television.

So Song Shuhang can only describe some of the things he knows and the fish delicacies: “This Song wood, which existed during the ancient Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heaven As far as I know, there are several elders and fairy robbers who know Song Wood. Plus, as you can see from the message here, the relationship between Song Wood and Jin Long's ancestors is very different. Perhaps a few things can be deduced from the messages and responses between them. More likely to keep a double chance? ”

“Makes sense.” The fish nodded delicately: “I'll take you to the next message, then I'll look back at the plaque, the scroll and the semi-cutting wooden carvings. ”

Go ahead, the fish delicate leads Song Shuhang to travel around the Masek world.

Finally, Song Shuhang arrived on a large jade bed.

“What is this place again?” Song Shuhang was curious because Mosaic was everywhere and he had no idea what room he was in.

“This is a cultivation spot in the Dragon King's Palace. This jade bed was where Jin Longshi ancestors slept, leaving a lot of dragon air on it. For our descendants of Dragon blood, practicing near this jade bed is a half-work, and purifies the blood.” Fish delicate: “Likewise, take a closer look at the bottom right corner of the bed. ”

Golden Dragon Initial must have an obsessive-compulsive disorder, its message must be in the lower right corner.

Song Shuhang stared at the lower right corner for a moment, then a string of words floated over.

[Nah, Song Wood, I'm pregnant.

Song Shuhang: “Pfft ~ ~"

This isn't Song Wood's pot, is it?

If so, does Song Wood already have fertility? So he's not a ghost anymore? Or... his earlier assumptions were wrong, isn't Song Wood his spirit ghost?

“Jealous, did you hear back from this jade bed?” Song Shu Channel.

“Don't pay attention, look for anything special, I'll go check again.” The fish was delicate.

Song Shuhang stared at the jade bed and looked closely at the appearance.

“Here, at the edge of the bed, there's a difference. Petite, check the jade bed first and see what the response is.” Song Shuhang Fast Track.

“Give me a minute.” The fish was delicate.

Say it, the fish in the Dragon King's Palace is delicate, and fly fast to where the jade bed is.

A few minutes later.

The delicate voice of the fish rang out: “Updated, you close your eyes and watch again. However... there is still no opportunity for this reply. ”

Some disappointment in her delicate voice, but with some joy, she enjoyed herself.

The treasure hunt game is boring if you play it alone. If you have company, it's fun to communicate together.

Song Shuhang closed his eyes and opened his eyes.

He then saw Song Wood's twisted reply.

[Hey, wait a minute, leaving such a message will cause misunderstandings! Let's be clear, it's definitely not my kind. We…] There should be writing behind it, but it should also be erased by Song Wood.

Song Shuhang: “…”

Jin Long Shizu is pregnant. From her and Song Wood's messages, it seems that this child is not Song Wood's child? But... there is a hidden feeling that the child and Song Wood can't get off their hands.

“Any other messages?” Song Shuhang asked.

With this series of messages and replies, the image of a pair of wrongdoers formed in the delicate minds of Song Shuhang and the fish.

“There is one last place.” The fish is delicate: “I will guide you… and I am going to the same position myself. ”

The last one, however, was a big drum. But this drum is not drummed.

This time without the delicate reminder of the fish, Song Shuwang looked to the lower right corner of the drum.

[Almost there, I waited here for 13 years, but you idiot didn't have the balls to step into the Dragon King's Palace. I'm leaving, maybe I'll meet the Northern Emperor. If one day I see you again, I'll kill you. You fucking asshole, I said I'd do it. And then I'm gonna use your skin to paste this drum.

Song Shuhang carefully examined the drum, pointing to the bottom of the drum: “Here! ”

He seemed to have a heart for Song Wood, always finding his hidden message location.

“Synchronized, you close your eyes and open your eyes.” The fish was delicate.

[Good luck with your plan.] Message from Song Wood.

Song Shuhang pinched his chin, reminiscent of the Northern Emperor, and came to his senses.

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PS: Happy Fisherman's Day, so the theme of today's public account is also Fisherman ~ ~ particularly eye-catching.