Just as I was anxious, I suddenly saw a silver light flashing on the lake surface, and a golden pupil appeared on the water surface. Then two small, glittering dragon horns broke through the water surface and exposed. Xiaoguai's dragon head protruded from the lake water, followed by its beautiful and lustful long beards. The two long beards raised upwards, and the slender neck flashed with silver and golden luster. Han Yiming unknowingly lowered his head.

Xiaoguai lifted up, looked up, then lowered his eyes and looked at Han Yiming: "Okay, go back. Don't come again, I won't see you again." Its tone was plain, without any anger, but there was a breath that made Han Yiming suffocate. Han Yiming couldn't help but be stunned, wondering where he had committed guilt. But seeing that its pair of round eyes like copper bells had turned into a water horn shape, and was quite angry, a roar rushed towards him. Unconsciously, he became scared and stuttered, "I, I," but couldn't continue.

There are many kinds of fear. When Mr. Han and his wife passed away, Han Yiming was both hated and afraid. Jiang Yuzi and his group made him both shocked, angry and afraid. Facing the masters, they were in awe from the bottom of their hearts. Although Han Yiming knew that the masters did not want him to be awe, he did this method. Perhaps it was related to the masters' magic. He used to be farmer farmers around him, simple and simple, and no one understood these dazzling and jaw-dropping magic. Therefore, even if he looked at Bai Ying's spells without any breath of fireworks and pleasing to the eye, he was still a little scared in his heart while admiring and sighing. But at this time, he was afraid of Xiao Guai. The golden light and the dragon head that was full of anger made Han Yiming retreat involuntarily, not daring to look at it head-on.

Xiaoguai's golden eyes were cold and air-conditioned. He did not look at him, but to the distance, saying, "You should let Ding Wu come in the future. I thought you had a little of his shadow on you, and you might look a little like him. But when you look at it today, you didn't look like him at all." Although it had already appeared a dragon elephant, the voice was still a child's voice. Han Yiming said, "Yes, I am not as good as Senior Brother Ding." Xiaoguai said coldly: "I'm not talking about Ding Wu. I'm talking about him. Even Ding Wu is far better than you. He and Ding Wu have neither become another person because of my head."

Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and Xiaoguai said, "He doesn't despise me because I was a fish head that day, but you alienated me because I was a dragon head. Is it really so important what my head looks like?" It always speaks in front of Han Yiming as a child, and Han Yiming also treats it as a child. But when it speaks at this time, it is completely childless. Five hundred years, after all, it has not been idle.

Han Yiming felt ashamed and said to himself: "Yes, Xiaoguai or Xiaoguai, it's just a change in appearance. It's exactly the same as the white-headed appearance of the master. I respect the master as before, but because of its skin, I have changed my closeness to it all day long. Because of its skin, I have different ways of facing it. I am not as kind as Senior Brother Ding." He raised his head and looked at the dragon's head. Suddenly, he felt that it had been very lonely for hundreds of years and wanted to accompany it more. But today he was discouraged because of its dragon's head. It was really wrong for me. He sighed and said, "Xiaoguai, can I still call you Xiaoguai?"

Xiaoguai's golden eyes were still looking into the distance. Han Yiming said, "I'd better call you Xiaoguai, and throw the meat piece to feed you. Just now, I'm wrong, don't be angry." Suddenly, a drop of water fell on his body, wetting a large piece of his body. Han Yiming reached out and gently stroked Xiaoguai's head, and said, "Do you look like you in the past or now, you are all Xiaoguai." He reached out and threw the meat piece to feed it.

The meat fell to the ground, and Xiaoguai turned a blind eye and did not look at the food he loved in the past. Han Yiming's eyes flashed, Xiaoguai seemed to move, and the dragon head and body disappeared, and a child with golden scales appeared in front of him. The child's face, forehead, and even his eyes were covered with scales. The scales on his body were thicker, and the scales on his neck were smaller. Han Yiming said in shock: "Xiaoguai." Xiaoguai's golden eyes looked at him. At this time, its eyes were much sharper than Qin Wufang's. Han Yiming couldn't help avoiding it again. But no matter how he avoided it, Xiaoguai's face seemed to be reflected in his heart. As his eyes turned, the face always appeared in front of him.

It was the face of a very beautiful child, and the face covered by the scales was not terrible. It seemed that the scales were extremely beautiful decorations on the faces. Han Yiming had never seen such a beautiful child before. Xiaoguai looked at him for a while and said, "You really look like him, but you are just like him. After all, you are not him." After saying this, it sank into the lake. The water of the lake turned black. Xiaoguai could not be seen, and it no longer showed up. Han Yiming stood by the lake and waited for a long time, but he did not see it floating up. Only waves rose from the middle of the lake and spread to the shore. Han Yiming had to open the lotus leaf bag, put it by the lake, and turn back.

There were already fellow brothers in Jingxin who had lunch and chatted in the yard. When he saw him coming in, he greeted him. After Han Yiming and they finished making a fuss and returned to the house, but there was no trace of Gu Qingquan. There was a tray on the table, with two bowls of rice and two dishes inside, which were his own. He didn't eat it, so he picked up the teacup first and ran to the back of the yard. After pouring the jasper bamboo, he felt hungry and went back to the house.

He didn't even have breakfast today. He saw that Xiaoguai was unhappy and had no appetite. Dan Ding Wu's skillful cooking made the ordinary meal extremely sweet. Therefore, after eating two chopsticks, he was already eating a bowl of rice. He put down the empty bowl in his hand and picked up another bowl of rice. He was about to put down the chopsticks when a sound of speaking came from the courtyard. There was a senior brother talking in the courtyard. It was not surprising that he had just eaten voraciously and didn't care about the things around him. At this time, he was half full and did not listen to the sound from the window as before.
Chapter completed!