A stream of scarlet blood appeared in the calm water in front, gurgling as if boiling underwater, with a series of bubbles emerging and rising to the surface.
This scene made us, who had been comforting ourselves for a long time, start to panic. Did something happen to Uncle Yan, or did Uncle Yan encounter something difficult to deal with down there?
If I weren't still on top of the bamboo raft, I would have wanted to rush over and step forward to help find out what was going on. But when I encountered the water, I didn't know if I was helping Uncle Yan or causing trouble for him.
It’s because I don’t know much about the things in the water, and I don’t really believe in my own water nature.
Lang Hongyi rolled up his sleeves and already had the dagger in his mouth, ready to go into the water to help. I stretched out my hand to stop him, "Wait a little longer, Uncle Yan just asked us to wait for him here."
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There were three people on the bamboo raft, and their six eyes were fixed on the spot where the blood bubble had just been uncovered. Just as we calmed down and steadied our breathing, something happened under the water, and a high stream of water appeared.
The waves rolled up with diluted blood, setting off a big wave that was three meters high. We subconsciously squatted down and grabbed the edge of the bamboo raft to stabilize our bodies.
Our eyes didn't dare to leave for a moment, and the water splashed away. We saw an unbelievable scene. The thing that caused the water waves was actually a creature covered in scales with a single horn growing in the middle of its head. It looked like
It looks like a dragon with horns, and the big head is very similar to the dragon on the cliff.
The body is like the stump of a century-old tree, and it is actually something with a dark brown body. Just behind the horn, holding a half-sitting person with one hand, the bright red little glove, who could it be if it weren't Uncle Yan.
The dragon-like thing had its mouth wide open, and blood was flowing down the brown body of the thing in its mouth. The two long catfish-like whiskers on the side of its mouth were dancing in the wind, flying and fluttering.
It really smells like a dragon.
And in its mouth was an iron-finned swordfish that was the size of an adult. This head was really the size that I had never seen before, and its hard outer armor was easily pierced by the monster's teeth.
This scene only existed in front of us for a short period of ten seconds. The monster, Uncle Yan, and the iron-fin saury that had almost turned into food fell back into the water. Our poor little bamboo raft was still there.
Being hit by the water waves, it swayed from side to side, like a lonely boat in the ocean.
After a long while, Miaomiao finally stammered and asked uncertainly, "Just now... what I saw just now... was... a dragon?"
"Uncle Yan is actually riding on it. It seems that there is no danger for the time being... It seems!" Lang Hongyi rarely spoke in such an uncertain voice.
And I may see a little clearer, after all, my eyes are different. In addition to seeing the same picture they just saw, I also learned some information about this thing, "This is not a dragon, it is a creature very close to a dragon."
, should be regarded as an incomplete dragon."
The single horn growing in the middle of his head is one of the characteristics of this race. They have claws, but they only have three legs, and only four fingers on each leg. The difference between the real five-clawed golden dragon and the five-clawed golden dragon is five claws.
Fingers, and a pair of dragon horns.
It may not sound like much, but for them, it is a difficult hurdle to overcome.
Just when we were staring at the water, thinking that Uncle Yan and the dark brown dragon would suddenly rush out of the water, a human head suddenly floated out from the edge of our bamboo raft slowly like a ghost, without any movement of hands or feet, and without moving the body.
Holding a bamboo pennant in his hand, the top of his head was exposed, then his shoulders and neck, and finally most of his body was exposed. He calmly stepped onto the bamboo raft where we were standing, as if climbing a ladder.
Under the water surface illuminated by the sun, a very long black shadow snaked past, and it looked a bit familiar. After Uncle Yan got on the bamboo raft, he leisurely disappeared into the deep water.
Uncle Yan was covered in water. He shook his head, wiped away his previous fierceness, and sat down directly on the bamboo raft. We hurriedly asked, "Uncle Yan, are you okay? Are you injured?"
"Uncle Yan, what have you experienced underwater?"
"What was that thing just now? Why does it seem like it's still helping us?"
Uncle Yan waved his hand, obviously a little tired, and sat there, gesturing for us to continue paddling forward. Seeing that Uncle Yan was not in good condition, but there were no wounds on his body, we felt relieved, returned to the original position, and continued to move forward.
Row at a constant speed.
The rare calm now may have been bought by Uncle Yan just now for us. We all know this truth, and we did not stop moving because of the soreness in our arms. After about half an hour, the strength in our hands relaxed.
The bamboo raft quickly moved forward. We turned around and looked, and it turned out that Uncle Yan was already in place, and the bamboo pole in his hand was more effective than ours.
"Boys, do you have a lot of questions? Ask them now. I've returned to your old uncle's place and you've recovered!"
Seeing Uncle Yan in this state, we also smiled with relief. What we were most curious about was what Uncle Yan had experienced down there, and what exactly that thing was!
Although I have explained it before, Uncle Yan is the most authoritative in explaining what is in the water!
"There's nothing down there, but there was a lot of movement, and the ancestors of the iron-fin saury fish were lured out, maybe a pair. I picked up one, but almost caught another one down there. Unexpectedly, the dragon came out.
After saving me, he was very smart and sent me back to the bamboo raft before leaving. You can be considered an old man and I shouldn’t die."
"Is that thing really a dragon? It really opened my eyes!"
Miaomiao's little mouth was round and full of joy, but the next second she caught sight of a huge black shadow passing by the bamboo raft, her whole body trembled, making us all laugh.
Lang Hongyi stood in front of the bamboo raft, pressing the boat to maintain balance. He could see it most clearly. "The shadow I saw on the ferry before seemed to be him. I am an old acquaintance."
I also saw this shadow. He seemed to be escorting me and didn't make any noise at all. He even saw him there. I instantly felt that this guy seemed to be really spiritual.
Uncle Yan was the one who had the deepest friendship with him. After all, he had been rescued by someone just now. When he saw the black shadow walking away, he smiled, with a look at an old friend in his eyes, "It is indeed very spiritual, San.
Man, do you know anything, what can we do to thank him for his help?"
I did see something, but I couldn't be completely sure. After all, these wise eyes didn't follow me for very long. I could only half-guess and half-darkly said, "This time we are going to rescue people. He not only helps
Even though we rescued Uncle Yan, you were still escorted by the bamboo rafts. Maybe you wanted to do some good deeds for Shenglong..."
As soon as I finished speaking, a big head popped up on the water in the distance, revealing a pair of big, bright eyes that were spinning around. There was also a branch that now looked like a dry tree branch, with two eyes.
The almost parallel large nostrils spurted out a stream of river water and made a cow-like sound, but the sound was much louder than a cow.
We frowned reflexively to relieve the pain caused by the sound to our eardrums. Uncle Yan actually laughed, "Look, this seems to be telling you that you guessed it right. Hahaha, why do you think this guy is so stupid?"
He has grown so big that he looks like a child, hahaha..."