Tezuka frowned slightly. Murong's health was not good at all. Now he is in charge of Class G and is an exchange student. It is certain that his body cannot hold on, but how can he help her?

Buer also put away his smile and thought in his heart. Murong Ziyun, the girl, seems to have been walking too fast since she met her, so fast that he couldn't keep up. But it would be tiring to run hard all the time! Is she a little tired now? Do you have the ability to stop and rest now? Can you help her?

After seeing those people off, I buried myself in a soft quilt, covered my whole head, making my eyes dark and I couldn't see anything. However, I still felt irritated for no reason. I couldn't tell where this irritability came from, but I couldn't calm my mood. After thinking about it, I had no idea, and sat up on the bed and sat up.

Perhaps my body was really tired, and I had entered a state of meditation. When I came back to my senses and opened my eyes, I saw Jibu and the others standing in front of the hospital bed again, looking at me with confusion.

I was stunned and turned to look out the window. The sun was just right and the wind was blowing. It was afternoon. I looked at the clock again and it was just over. This time was exactly the time when they just left last time. Could it be that I had been in a state of meditation this time?

"Are you here?" After holding it in for a long time, he said something like this.

The Jibu was not as angry as I expected, but had deep meaning in his eyes, staring straight at me with a mysterious look, which made me feel bleed. Then, he said quietly: "Why? I feel so uneasy?"

"Ha?" I couldn't react at the moment. When did he start to change his deep route?

The squad leader also looked calmly, approached forward, and asked in a low tone: "What are you upset because of? What exactly is it that you care about in your heart?"

"Squad leader...what do you want to say?" Why am I becoming more and more confused?

Buer opened his ice-blue eyes, restrained his usual smile, and asked solemnly: "What are you afraid of? What are you escaping? Why don't you dare to face it?"

The calls hit my heart. I couldn't help but feel a little panicked, and I didn't dare to look them in the eyes. I laughed dryly twice with difficulty and said, "What's wrong with you today? Why do you say some inexplicable words?"

"Is it strange?" The voice of Jibu suddenly became stern.

I looked up in surprise and finally felt something was wrong. Jibu could not speak to me in this tone, and the squad leader and Buji were in a different mood, and... I turned to look at the electronic clock outside the window and at the bedside. This time was so strange. Even if I had been meditating here for a day, for twenty-four hours, it was impossible for me to come and inspect. Moreover, I hadn't eaten all day, Dr. Asakawa should have come to preach to me.

After thinking it through, I realized that the current situation is so strange that it is impossible. Since this is the case, the only thing I can think of is illusion! All the impossible things are all fictional. So, who are the people in front of me?

My eyes were restored to the clarity, and I stared at the people in front of me without fear, and asked with full caution: "Who are you?"

The squad leader in front of him sneered and said in a proud tone that I had never heard of before: "I just realized now that if I really wanted to hurt you, you would have died a hundred times."

After saying that, a thick fog dissipated. When I saw it clearly, it was already night at night, and in front of me was a slender eyebrows, phoenix eyes seemed to be just like evil, lips like red beads, fingers like peeling onions, and skin like white fat... Man? I rubbed my eyes hard, stared at his chest for a while, and swallowed my saliva, and it was indeed flat...

The man just raised his eyebrows and looked at me, sat on the sofa, playing with his fingers while slanting me: "It's only been more than ten years since I saw you, I forgot me so quickly? Human heads are really not good! You are still a round ball when you were a child."

I had a black line on my head. How do I know what Ito Chuji looked like when he was a child? However, with a beautiful face that looked like it was not a human being, and that mouth that could poison people without paying life, it was absolutely impossible for someone else to be...

He gritted his teeth and spit out three words: "Zhang, Wu, Liu!"

The wing smiled brightly and turned around and said, "Oh, I remembered it? I haven't forgotten me yet."

My mouth twitched: "Old Zhang is a domineering Northeast China. Everyone in the Demon Immortal World knows it. How dare I forget it!"

Zhang Wuliu nodded without any modesty, crossed her legs and said, "Listen to Yuyan, this time the dragon soul is powerful, and it hurts you very much."

I chuckled back to him: "I wish you good luck, I am still alive!"

Old Zhang looked at it carefully and finally asked seriously: "In your opinion, what is the situation?"

I pondered for a moment and said, "I think it should be the dragon soul backfire!"

"Oh? How do you say it?"

I frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Old Zhang entered Changbai Mountain, but I should have heard that the dragon soul has chosen bloodlines since ancient times. But if there is no bloodline to live in, it would rather dissipate between heaven and earth than surrender to others."

Mr. Zhang nodded and said, "They are both ancient divine beasts, but the arrogant dragon soul is so arrogant that even the ancestor of our clan, Qingqiu Jiuwei, was deterred. Since Pangu created the world, ancient divine beasts have existed in the world, and later Nuwa created humans. Nuwa is determined to let humans grow and grow, so he let the dragon soul choose the right bloodline among humans and lead human development."

"That's right, from this, the seven royal families that were later in the Warring States Period. What Murong clan inherited was the ancient white dragon soul."

Old Zhang paused and continued, "But, I heard that inheriting the Dragon Soul family will also have a price, right?"

I nodded: "The family that inherits Dragon Soul is destined to have few descendants, and cannot have as many children as ordinary people. Dragon Soul will select the next heir among the next generation of the bloodline where it lives. Only the best and strongest can be recognized by Dragon Soul. Therefore, the descendants of each generation of royal family will kill each other until one of them inherits Dragon Soul and obtains the throne to rule the world. Therefore, no matter how many concubines each generation of kings marry or how many princes they have, they will eventually die and die."

After hearing this, Mr. Zhang understood: "So you are the only one left in the Murong family!"

"Um!"

Old Zhang frowned and thought for a while, saying, "But, as far as I know, the existence of the dragon soul does not have the ability to dominate the thoughts and actions of the heirs. If the next better inheritance appears, the dragon soul will pass directly through the body, and there is no so-called backlash. Moreover, as you said, the dragon soul is inherited from generation to generation, but only the white dragon soul is left in the world. Could it be that except for the Murong family, other royal families are the last ones?"

I shook my head and said, "Of course not! The demise of the dragon soul lies in the dragon-slaying disaster three thousand years ago!"

"Three thousand years ago?" Old Zhang narrowed his eyes and pondered, and then suddenly said, "I remembered that I was practicing in seclusion in Changbai Mountain three thousand years ago. I faintly felt the solemn aura between heaven and earth becoming stronger, but when I left the seclusion, I completely calmed down. Could it be that time was the dragon-slaying catastrophe?"

I nodded and sighed, and continued, "As the economic and material development of the major royal families began to continuously use their surplus money to cultivate their troops and then compete for their territory. After that, there was a warring warrior in various countries. This killing took hundreds of years, and the war was raging, and the people lived in dire straits. Later, although the Qin Kingdom, where the Black Dragon Soul lived, finally won the world, Nuwa had long been disappointed with this and was determined to dissipate the power of various countries. So he descended a warrior to come down to complete the great cause of slaying dragons."

"At that time, because the dragon soul only recognises bloodline, the bloodline at that time was the only criterion for determining whether the status was noble or not. The children of the royal family were always royal family, and the children of common people could only be common people. The wealth and the poor were not interfering with each other, and the princes and common people did not intermarry were accepted rules since ancient times. However, if God wanted these noble bloodlines to disappear, he could only break this law. So the selected person made a cry of "Will the king, the general, and the ministers?" From that moment on, all the people arose, and all the princes and nobles were overthrown.

Originally, when the dragon soul occupies the dragon soul died, the dragon soul would not disappear, but would turn to other people in the same clan. However, that dragon slaying catastrophe was completely different. All the killing hosts were taken back to heaven and never descended to the mortal world. When everything was settled again, only one golden dragon soul was left. This dragon soul was transformed by all dragon souls, not recognize bloodlines, but only recognize the master. When the current emperor was incompetent, he decided to set a new host first. Therefore, there were changes in dynasties and history in later generations."

After hearing this, Mr. Zhang pondered and said, "So that's it. I didn't expect that once I went into seclusion, I missed these things. No wonder when I left the seclusion, I realized that many ancient soul beasts had disappeared in the world. I suddenly realized that a dream had been a thousand years, and I came out of the mountain again, and the world had changed several times."

After sighing for a while, he raised his eyebrows and continued to ask: "How did the White Dragon Soul of the Murong family be preserved?"

I sat a little tired, so I leaned on the head of the bed and said softly: "Yan State was destroyed by Qin State at that time. Fenghuang Murong Chong endured humiliation and took the four ministers to take revenge. After finally waiting for the peasant uprising, I wanted to mingle with the people who were uprising to destroy Qin State in one fell swoop, but God's will cannot be disobeyed. Fenghuang was finally injured by a trampled arrow in a melee. Fortunately, the Hai family members were always following him at that time. The head of the Hai family read through all the medical books, and then he pulled Fenghuang's life back from the gate of hell. The dragon soul was preserved.
Chapter completed!