Soon, Qin Hao and Wude Fat Taoist became marginal figures. Luo Shishi stayed with Ruoruo. The little girl was extremely pleasing and kawaii reached the extreme. Under Luo Shishi's care, she gradually smiled. However, the childhood shadow caused by the period of abducted period still did not completely dissipate. This took time and could not be completed overnight.

"This little girl doesn't look like an ordinary family." Qin Hao actually found extraordinary bloodlines in Ruoru's body, which was extremely rare. Even Qin Hao couldn't tell any reason. However, what is certain is that if this bloodline awakens, it is probably not weaker than the Supreme Bloodline of the Spirit.

"Is it still a wealthy family?" Wude Fat Taoist rubbed his stomach.

"No matter whose child it is, I will be covered by it in the future!" Luo Shishi waved her hand and made a statement.

Qin Hao glanced at Luo Shishi, whose motherly nature was shining brightly. This woman must have been trapped in the Tower of Thunder for more than ten years. She must have been extremely lonely. And outside the world, everyone who covets her beauty or regards her as a beast. It is a good thing to have such a cute little guy to accompany her now.

"Brother Qin, this third level of heaven is so big, where do we want to find the descendant of the Ink Salon? You can't just wander around."

"I have already emitted the aura of the dragon, and the Mo Dunian lineage can definitely sense it. If there is still a dragon clan in his heart, he will naturally contact me. Otherwise, we don't have to force it." Qin Hao smiled and said, "Now, find a place, just eat, drink, play and sleep."

This three days passed in a flash.

Until one day.

A trembling old man staggered to Qin Hao and said in a hoarse voice: "My tavern brews a thousand-year-old wine. Are you willing to taste it?"

Qin Hao was shocked all over. Looking at the old man, he did not find any martial arts cultivation at all. However, the old man's eyes seemed to have experienced all the vicissitudes, giving Qin Hao a feeling of being transcendent in various forms.

Qin Hao nodded, greeted Wude Fat Taoist and Luo Shishi, and left with the old man.

Luo Shishi looked at the old man strangely, a little surprised, but soon became immersed in the weak play with the little girl again, and was having a lot of fun. Wude Fat Taoist shook his head and planned to continue sleeping. Anyway, that guy Qin Hao didn't need to worry about himself, not to mention that Wude Fat Taoist has already portrayed the formation. If something is wrong, he can run away immediately!

On the other side.

Qin Hao followed the old man step by step in the street. The old man walked slowly but steadily. Occasionally, light shone out in his eyes, looking at everything about Qin Hao.

"How is the Dragon King... now?" The hoarse voice sounded on the street with reminiscence and grief.

Qin Hao was shocked and found that the entire space had been blocked and no sound could be heard. Qin Hao couldn't help but look at the old man again, but he still didn't find any martial arts fluctuations in him. Now Qin Hao is infinitely close to the powerful man in the divine position. If he wants to hide his breath under Qin Hao's dragon power, I'm afraid only the Heavenly Lord can do it!

"I was already ruined in the battle back then, and now I have no power to tie the chicken. As for this space, it is just an unsurprising space magic weapon." The old man seemed to see Qin Hao's confusion and said lightly.

So that's it. The forging power of the ink satin lineage is endless. It can not only create magical weapons, but also develop such space treasures.

"The Dragon King is now..." Qin Hao said in a deep voice: "It's not good. He was chased by the Heavenly Lord in the starry sky and was seriously injured. I'm afraid he won't last long..."

"That's how..." the old man sighed: "The nine-clawed golden dragon was actually hunted down by someone... The Dragon King was so proud."

The old man stopped. The two had already gone to a tavern. There was no people. There was only a young man who was still thrusting the iron. Then he focused on smelting the fine iron again. The hammer went down to make countless fires.

"Sit." The old man carefully took out a pot of wine from the counter and smiled: "Come and try it, this wine that has been stored for thousands of years."

Qin Hao found a stone bench and sat down, looking at everything around him.

"The person who inherits the king of kings... Since the fall of the Dragon King, I have not seen it in the vast world. I thought this day would never come, but I didn't expect it to come." The old man poured a pot of this thousand-year-old wine for himself. The fragrance had already wafted. The old man waved his hand and the ring from the old man's index finger flew out, covering the space.

"The witch once predicted that the dragon clan would have such a difficulty, but the Dragon King did not believe it, saying that even if it was fate, he could break it, but in the end it proved that no one could escape this fate. That day was the end of the dragon clan and the end of the eight dragon clan tribes. Since that day, the kings Qi Shang hoped to be destroyed. It was the dimest day, and I always think about it..."

The old man drank the turbid wine in the cup in one gulp, and said in a little drunk: "The huge kingdom is destroyed, the tragedy of the dragon clan, the pain of the eight tribes... But just when everyone was desperate and wanted to die with the Dragon King, the witch actually spoke again. In the future, there will be one person who will inherit the nine-clawed golden dragon and return to the vast world, command the eight tribes of the heaven and the dragon clan, and return to the dragon clan!"

"This is the hope that the people of the Tianlong Eight Tribes will continue to survive!"

Qin Hao was shocked.

The old man smiled and said, "But later it turned out that the witch was completely nonsense. The future of the Dragon Clan she saw was only darkness and only bleakness... The reason why she left such a prophecy was just to make the hope of the Dragon Clan immortal."

"But you showed up!"

The old man's eyes burst out with infinite light, staring at Qin Hao tightly, as if he wanted to dissect Qin Hao's whole person: "You are like what you said in the prophecy, the inheritance of the dragon, the nine claws regeneration, the clouds and rain, and the dragon's power may be able to raise another claw in the future, achieve the posture of the divine dragon, defeat the Heavenly Lord, and be punished by the rebel minister!"

The old man's voice became louder and louder, and every word seemed like a heavenly sound.

"The roars of many immortal dragon souls in the Dragon Slaying Taichung, leaving behind the inheritance of essence and blood, the recognition of the Behemoth beast, and the sacrifice of the Fire Dragon all prove that you are the real hope of the dragon clan!" The old man said in a deep voice: "Even if the witch's prophecy is false, the false is thought of by everyone and is expected year after year, the false is true. Qin Hao, you are the new generation of dragon king!"

"You are going to take over the authority of the Dragon Clan, call the wind and rain, and the eight tribes will return to the Dragon Clan throne!"

The old man shouted: "Qin Hao! Don't let the dragon down! Go!"
Chapter completed!