The Legend of the Dragon King

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“Nar? Nice name and you have a nice voice.” Tang Mailin lifted her up.

Nat lowered his head and shut up again.

“Where's your mom and dad? Where's your house?” Tang Mailin asked.

Nat shook his head.

“Cuckoo!” Strange voices suddenly sound out of harmony.

Tang Mailin hurriedly lowered his head and looked at his stomach, but he quickly realized that the sound was not from himself. Nat's little face with her head down, though a lot of dust, still faintly sees a hint of shame.

“Are you hungry? If you can't find Mom and Dad, I'll take you back to my house. My mother's cooking is delicious!” Tang Mailin said, holding Na's hand, and walking in the direction of his own home.

Nat raised his head and looked at him. From her direction, he could only see his side face. His face was pink, because of the quarrel with the young men, her face was red, big black eyes, long eyelashes, and that look, she couldn't help but look a little silly.

“Mom, I'm home!” Before entering the door, Tang Mailin had already shouted outside.

“You son of a bitch, keep your voice down and keep quiet about the neighbors.” The doors opened with a few strange sounds.

“How was school today? Hey, how did you get all dirty?” Lang looked at his dusty son and frowned before she could see Dana Lin holding her hand.

“Mom, I met a bad guy.” Tang Dynasty Lin painted a colorful story about what he had just encountered.

After listening to him, Langlang couldn't help but change his face. One hand pulled him into the house, Na was pulled by Tang Danglin, and naturally went into the house with him.

“You child. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? How can you...” Lung breathing is obviously a little rushed, she understands that young people on the streets of civilian areas can do anything.

Tang Dynasty Lin resisted: “But Dad said that men need to be brave and brave to fight the bad guys. ”

“You…” glanced at the stubbornness of his son's big eyes and could no longer blame him. Is he wrong? Of course not. He was right, but as a mother, he was more worried about the safety of his children!

Tang Danglin smiled and grabbed Mom's leg, “Mom, don't be angry. Nat's hungry. I'm hungry too. Can you make us some good food? ”

For this adorable and well-behaved son, Lang is really not at all temperamental. He shook his head helplessly and squatted down to look at Na, who has never spoken, “Kid, are you Na? Where's your mom and dad? ”

Just like before, Nat just shook her head and didn't say anything.

Only a kind mother can teach a good son, "Well, look at you two dirty, wash yourselves first, and change. ”

Five- and six-year-olds, naturally no difference between men and women, dragged two little muddy monkey-like children into the bathroom and washed them.

When Tang Mailin asked his mother why Na was different from herself, Luang simply smiled and did not answer, but Na shyly hid behind Luang.

“Wow, Nat, you're beautiful!” Sitting at the table, Tang Mailin held his chin in his hands and looked at Na in his clothes, sitting beside him.

Tang Mai Lin was half a head taller than Na 'er, and his clothes looked a little loose on Na 'er. But it doesn't affect Nat's beauty.

Her skin was whiter than Tang Mai Lin's, as if she could squeeze water out with a gentle pinch. Because just after the bath, you have a light, fresh scent on your body, and the powdered jade is like a porcelain doll.

Nat looked up at him and still didn't speak. She seemed very reluctant to speak.

It's not dinner time yet, two cookies on the ramen, and two glasses of milk for two hungry kids.

Don't look at Nat not talking, but eating is unambiguous, fast, and after a while, eat the biscuits and milk in front of you.

Though Dana Lin was hungry, he was obviously more curious about Na 'er than hungry. When Na's subconscious eyes turned to his cookies, he realized that Na 'er had eaten her own share.

“Here you go." Dandelion pushed his cookies in front of Nat.

Nat looked at him and shook his head.

“It's okay, you eat it. I had enough for lunch.” Tang Mailin smiled and said.

Nat hesitated for a moment, but apparently the cookie was quite tempting for her and finally ate it again.

Luang Qiang sat over and said, "Nat, do you know where you are? Or where do you live? ”

Nat shook his head.

Lang asked again, "Do you know how to contact your family? Anything.”

Nat still shook his head.

"- [sic]“ How old are you? ”

Nat finally said, "Five and a half. ”

“Wow, that's my brother now. I'm older than you. I'm six years old.” Tang Danglin leaped.

Lang glanced at him with no anger. "Later, Mom will take Nat to the magistrate to find out if she can find her family. You stay home, you hear me? ”

“Oh.” Dandelion nodded nicely, but looking at Nat, I don't know why, but I couldn't help it. Maybe it's because she's so pretty.

Lang Xuan went out with Na. Na still rarely spoke, just followed her away.

Tang Mailin went back to his room and thought back to what his teacher had taught him in class today and decided to meditate.

Sit on your knees and breathe. Meditation begins with quiet, feeling oneself, feeling nature. This is the first step.

Tang Dynasty Lin had nothing to think about, and soon the whole person quieted down. Consciousness silently feels its own blue silver grass martial arts soul, and feels that it is not strong but actually exists. Initial meditation, just asking to do this is enough. Sense your soul and soul strength first, keep your spirit in close contact with them. This step is done in order to continue true meditation.

In the mind, blue silver grass swayed gently, Tang Mailin suddenly felt that he seemed to feel something from the world of blue silver grass.

It is weak, but strong, one year old and prosperous, spring wind blows again.