The Inverted Dragon’s Scale

Shepherd Li gradually adapted to the anger of the Angry River.

I got used to the bright red and bloody river water, listened to the roar of the shock shore, and my mind gradually calmed down.

But the inexplicable but enduring grief has haunted the hearts and minds, day after day, and will eventually become a giant player in stripping away the clouds and rewriting the history of mankind.

Even though he has officially entered Starry College, there is still pressure in the heart of Shepherd Li that is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

How are his parents? Is Miss Lee in any danger?

He hugged so many thighs at the Academy of Stars, did those thighs play any big role until now, not a single thigh gave him any feedback, as if he had completely forgotten to be hugged or hugged by himself.

Astronautical Academy is too biased and extremely inconvenient to communicate. Shepherd Li wants to ride Jiangnan under a crane to see it, but he can't ride without a crane.

Li Shepherd thought that he still had to find time to reconcile the worry-free brothers to have a good conversation and ask him to help send a family book to Jiangnan.

“Brother Worry-free is a good man, he will not refuse such a shameless request, will he? ”

You see, no wonder a lot of people say that society is a big dye cylinder, once white as paper, Li Shepherd classmates were dyed like his skin color in the autumn.

Oh, like his old skin tone.

Now that the skin of the shepherd is much whiter, the original good face is more clearly marked. Wearing a white cloud robe and boots and long hair bundled with wooden hammers gives a sense of style and beauty to the teenager.

Shepherd Lee was lying on a rock in the backyard reading The Unnamed Journalist, which he borrowed from the library.

He always felt very familiar with the book, as if he had read it before.

It's just that the time is too long and the memories are too vague to remind him of when or when he saw it.

Powerful little words, one stroke at a time, are like deep engraved into parchment paper with a pen.

The contents of the Journalist of the Unknown have been seen several times by Shepherd Li and can almost all be carried down. Since his body began to ‘mutate’, his memory has also begun to improve to such an extent that even Li Ming and Choi Ming, two talented women from Gangnam, have sighed.

The reason why Shepherd Lee hasn't returned this book is because he has a question: Who wrote it? Who the hell is this Jane Doe?

He recorded the artifacts of the world, and even the very rare things such as the Dragon King's tears involved hunting, and he wouldn't be a simple figure if he wanted to come.

“Who the hell is that? Who is it?” Shepherd Li closed his eyes and read words in his mouth. “Who is it? Who is it?"

Suddenly, a lightsaber pierced his chest.

The sword was like a giant column of light, covering the sky and illuminating almost the entire night sky.

The sword was bright and bright, but it made him feel a sense of suffocating oppression and danger.

It is the sword of light and the sword of destruction.

He made life unstoppable, with nothing but a sense of powerlessness.

“Ah."

Lee Shepherd sat up violently.

The sky is bright and the sun is shining.

False. False.

Yet Li Shepherd is already sweating, and the nebula robe on his body is about to get wet.

“The Sword” Lee Mumbled to himself.

That sword is so real, so dangerous.

It's like you've stabbed yourself in the chest.

“That's the sword of the turn," Lee Shepherd finally remembered. “This sword wheel is the black dragon in its own body. ”

“That is," Shepherd Li had to admit the fact. “This Jane Doe is someone who knows herself, who knows herself, and who ultimately destroys herself. ”

“But who is he? Who is he?" Shepherd Li worked so hard to remember. The headache was cracked, the sea of memory was torn apart by pieces, and the blood vessels above the forehead were about to burst open. Still didn't think of that man's face.

He couldn't see the man.

Shepherd Li panted and gasped heavily.

He dared not think about it anymore, for he feared that he would sink into that unknown world forever.

But he didn't want to think, some thoughts were like wild grass growing in a spring field.

“Because the black dragon faced this sword with difficulty to resist, at the time of his death, he practiced his life into the tears of the dragon king? ”

“The black dragon who tore his chest apart and went into it was the state he was dying in."

“What kind of opponent is it that wields that sword that makes such a powerful black dragon irresistible? ”

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone knocked on the door.

Li Shepherd answered and rushed over to open the wooden door.

The man who knocked on the door was Lin Canghai. He stood behind Lin Canghai with a smile. Ever since the last time the three of them worked together to defeat the seven gourds, the relationship between the three of them has obviously been a lot of contact.

That is true: the best friends are probably the ones who carry the cylinder together.

There are seven Dragon Slaughter professionals, but they are divided into three small groups. Lu Qi was alone, Chu Qiu was the one who couldn't move around her. Large pieces of iron and wood from the desert and large pieces of cai from Tianfu walked closer together, and Li Shepherd saw them go to the cafeteria several times to eat together.

The three parties are now safe and sound, but the crisis is heavy.

In fact, it is mainly the contradiction between Li Shepherd and Lu Qi. Chu Qi is the joint leader.

Shepherd Li has always wondered why Lu Qi has been staring at himself for the first time. Look at yourself as if you've forked her OO many times.

She wants beauty!

Lin Canghai smiled like a sign on his face and said: "I'm going to class." The sheep master said he was going to study Dragon Language today.

Li Shepherd nodded and said: "Okay, I'll be right there. But I'm going to take a shower first. ”

Lin Canghai turned around and glanced a thousand degrees and said, "Okay, we'll wait for you.”

Li Shepherd was going to say let them go first, but since Lin Canghai had already said he was going to wait for his words, Li Shepherd was also ashamed to drive people away.

So he stepped aside and made an invitation gesture and said, "Please come in and sit down. ”

Thousand degrees and Lin Canghai entered Li Shepherd's small courtyard. Thousand degrees looked at the magnificent red raging river in the distance and said softly: “The river of dragon blood is truly famous. In that year, countless dragon slaughter warriors cut off the dragon's head and let the dragon's blood form this red river. Why is it a heroic and powerful picture? ”

The sweat on the sheep grew faster.

Thousand degrees of eyes looked at Li Shepherd and said: "Shepherd, wait till the day we learn to slaughter dragons, we should also follow the example of the pioneer, slaughter dragons, name the history of green, what do you think? ”

“I think," Li Shepherd nodded desperately. "That's good. A lot of people want to cough.”

“Brother Shepherd, what's wrong with you?” Lin Cang asked with concern.

“It's okay, I'm fine." Shepherd Li stretched out his hand to stop Lin Canghai from approaching, explaining in unison: "When you think of that kind of image, your heart flourishes."