The Inverted Dragon is Scale

Chapter 138

Li shepherd gradually adapted to the anger of Nujiang.

Used to seeing the bright red river like blood, and listening to the roar of the roaring waves, my state of mind has gradually calmed down.

But the inexplicable but lasting sadness lingers in my heart. Day after day, it will eventually turn into the power to peel away layers of clouds and the giant hand to rewrite human history books.

Even though he has officially entered XingKong college, Li shepherd still has pressure that ordinary people can't understand.

How are his parents? Has Li met any danger?

He held so many thighs in XingKong college. Did those thighs play a big role - until now, no thigh gave him any feedback, as if he had completely forgotten being held or held by himself.

Star College is too biased, and communication is extremely inconvenient. Li shepherd wanted to ride a crane down to Jiangnan to go home, but he couldn't ride without a crane-----

Li shepherd thought that he had to make up with worry free senior brother some time. He asked him to send a letter to Jiangnan.

"Elder martial brother Wuyou is a good man. He will not refuse his shameless request, will he?"

You see, no wonder many people say that society is a big dye vat. Once pure white as paper, Li shepherd was dyed black like his skin color.

Oh, it's like his old skin color.

Now Li shepherd's skin is much whiter, and his originally good face is even more beautiful. Wearing a white Nebula robe, cloud climbing boots and long hair tied with a wooden hairpin, it gives people a feeling of elegant and beautiful youth.

Li shepherd was reading on the stone in the backyard. What he saw was the unknown recorder he borrowed from the library.

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

But the time was too long and the memory was too vague, so that he could not remember when and where he had seen it-----

Vigorous and powerful small characters, every stroke seems to be deeply engraved into parchment with a membrane pen.

Li shepherd has seen the contents of the unknown recorder several times and can almost recite them. Since his body began to "mutate", his memory began to get better and better, so good that even Li missing and Cui careful, two talented women in Jiangnan, were amazed-----

The reason why Li shepherd hasn't returned the book is that he hasn't figured out a question: who wrote the book? Who the hell is this anonymous?

He recorded the artifacts in the world, even the tears of the Dragon King, an extremely rare thing. I don't think he will be a simple figure.

"Who is it? Who is it? Who is it? " Li shepherd closed his eyes and said something in his mouth“ Who is it? Who is it? Who is it -- "

Suddenly, a lightsaber stabbed him in the chest.

The lightsaber was like a huge column of light, overwhelming the sky and almost illuminating the whole night sky.

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

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

He makes life difficult to hide, only a sense of powerlessness of death.

"Ah -----"

Li shepherd suddenly sat up.

The sky is bright and the sun is warm.

False, illusory.

Li shepherd was sweating profusely, and his Xingyun robe was about to get wet.

"That sword" -- muttered Li shepherd.

The sword was so real and dangerous.

It's like I've stabbed myself in the chest.

"That's the sword of reincarnation -" Li shepherd finally remembered“ This sword reincarnates itself, the black dragon in your body. "

"That is to say --" Li shepherd had to admit such a fact“ This anonymous is the person he knows, the person he knows - and the person who finally destroys himself. "

"But who is he? Who is he? " Li shepherd worked hard and tried hard to recall. I have a splitting headache, the sea of memory is torn apart, and the blood vessels on my forehead are about to burst. But still didn't think of the man's face.

He couldn't see the man.

Li shepherd was panting heavily.

He dared not think any more. He was afraid that he would sink into the unknown world forever.

However, he didn't want to think about it. Some thoughts were like wild grass growing in the fields in spring.

"Because the black dragon can't resist this sword, he hid his lifelong cultivation and wisdom in this drop of Dragon King's tears when he was dying?"

"The countless nightmares - the black dragon tearing his chest and breaking into his body is his dying state --"

"What kind of opponent is it - what kind of person can make it difficult for such a powerful black dragon to resist the sword?"