The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　"Vivian?"

　Vivian did not respond to Alice. She listened carefully to the string music echoing in the drizzle, feeling the unnatural rhythm.

　The next second, Vivian suddenly reached into the air and grabbed a string—

　"Om-"

　The string rippled with gentle light, submerging Vivian's figure inch by inch.

　Light and shadow reconstructed around her, the damp and cold air faded away, and a cold wind blew instead.

　"call----"

　When she regained consciousness, Vivian found herself on top of a mountain, overlooking the sea of ​​clouds.

　"It's so rare... I actually ran into someone I know in Danzhou..."

　A clear and calm voice came from behind, accompanied by the whistling wind.

　Vivian slowly turned her head and met a pair of golden vertical pupils.

　That's a dragon.

　A giant dragon coiled on the top of the mountain, its golden scales reflecting the sunlight, layer upon layer like piles of gold.

　He coiled his long dragon tail around the mountain, and his two ox-like front legs supported a giant harp on the top of the mountain. His noble dragon head drooped slightly, and his dragon whiskers, like rolling sea of ​​clouds, rolled in the air.

　"You are..." Vivian murmured.

　"I held you in my arms when you were little, child," the dragon exhaled, "it seems that the unknown power is still corroding your soul, but..."

　He plucked the strings with his forelimbs, and the sound of the strings vibrated, outlining a long poem composed of oracle bone inscriptions in the air.

　The golden vertical pupils swept over the long poem, and Long nodded:

　"Come on, come on."

　"What's coming soon?" Vivian was a little confused.

　"You'll remember soon enough," the dragon chuckled. "Ah, perhaps I should introduce myself."

　A golden light burst out from the dragon's head, and it quickly transformed into a human figure in a yellow robe in front of Vivian.

　He walked up to Vivian with a smile on his face:

　"Qiuniu, the eldest son of the dragon, the chief of the military governors."

　Jiedushi...?! Nine Sons of the Dragon!?

　Although Vivian didn't have a very strong memory, she still remembered the Jiedushi.

　It's Yan Xia's big shot...

　But I didn't expect... that he was such a big shot...

　"Um..." Vivian looked wary, "What... do you want me to do?"

　"Don't be so scared," Qiuniu said with a smile, "Perhaps the status of Jiedushi puts pressure on you? Well, most of my brothers and sisters are old-fashioned, but I am not."

　Looking at Weiwei's still somewhat frightened face, Qiuniu spread his hands helplessly:

　"You... have read the ancient books of Yanxia, ​​right? When describing Qiuniu, one of the nine sons of the dragon, isn't it usually described as... what is it? Qiuniu, a dragon, loves music, is docile and doesn't like killing.

　Indifferent to worldly matters, right? I'm not the kind of person who... Wait, you haven't read a book?"

　Looking at Vivian's clear eyes, Qiuniu was stunned for a moment, then raised his hands to cover his face.

　To be honest, even as the most humble Jiedushi, Qiuniu would still be a bit arrogant.

　He understood that losing the sense of distance meant losing awe.

　But the person in front of him is an acquaintance after all, and a junior, so Qiuniu has to show a little of his gentle side as an elder.

　But...it's difficult if you haven't read ancient books.

　For the first time, Qiuniu felt that he was not that famous.

　"Then... this is the only way..."

　Qiuniu smiled lightly and waved his hand, and the giant dragon on the top of the mountain immediately plucked the strings of the harp.

　As the string music ripples, faint halos of light disperse, and the breeze rolls the mountains, painting a variety of colors.

　Vivian's nervousness seemed to dissipate all at once.

　She felt her emotions drifting with the sea of ​​clouds, and the touch of the clouds brushed across her heart, making her feel comfortable.

　"Dragons are born to be with the clouds and the sea. This is an instinct engraved deep in your soul."

　Amidst the clouds and mist, the giant dragon's golden eyes flickered, and he used his strong arms to pluck out delicate string sounds, like heavenly music.

　By the end of the song, Vivian found that she no longer felt any hostility towards the dragon in front of her.

　"You...really know me?" she whispered.

　"As I said, I held you in my arms when you were a child," Qiuniu smiled, "when your family still existed."

　"What happened to my family?" Vivian asked immediately.

　She looked at her fellow being in front of her - there was no doubt that there was a kind light shining in those wise golden eyes. It was the look of an elder looking at someone from behind, even with a little doting.

　Unexpectedly, Qiuniu shook his head slightly:

　"I shouldn't have told you. It's against the rules."

　"why?"

　"The Ice Dragon family was defeated by fate, and it is up to you to untie this knot..."

　Qiuniu walked up to Vivian, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked her forehead.

　"Poor child," he whispered, "you have suffered."

　The tone of these two sentences was very calm, but for some reason, Vivian felt an unprecedented sense of grievance in her heart.

　She took a breath, controlled her emotions, and said:

　"Perses Xia, he is my brother, right?"

　"You and your sister are destined to be entangled by fate," Qiuniu said, "but dragons are never afraid to fight against the heavens."

　He took two steps back, took another good look at Vivian's graceful figure, and said with a smile:

　"You haven't yet developed your reverse scales, so even though you're a shed-scale dragon, you can't gain the full power of a dragon."

　"I want to become stronger," Vivian said bluntly, "Can you... teach me?"

　Qiuniu shook his head:

　"It can't be done."

　"A dragon has a reverse scale. To touch it is to die. If you have not yet found a way to transform the thing you have longed to protect into power, you will not be able to control your potential."

　"Turning what you long to protect... into strength?" Vivian murmured.

　"A dragon's strength stems from its bloodline, and even more so from its family lineage," Qiuniu nodded. "Family lineage...means a bond. You already have one, and you'll find a way soon. You've been a bright and promising child since childhood, no less capable than your brother."

　"Come to think of it, has my brother already..." Vivian whispered.

　She thought back to the people who had been slaughtered like animals: the bad ones, and the good ones too.

　"He has gone astray, but it is also fate that drives him." Qiuniu shook his head. "You will meet him soon."

　After saying this, Qiuniu turned around and waved his long sleeves gracefully.

　"Well, there are many opportunities to meet again. I won't waste your time. Just chew it well."

　"By the way, remember to eat zongzi!"

　Vivian wanted to say something else, but in an instant, the illusion before her eyes shattered. She waved her hands towards the damp and cold air, but only saw Alice's face.

　"Vivian?"

　Alice looked at the bewildered Vivian in confusion, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

　"What's wrong?"

　"Nothing, nothing."

　Vivian took a deep breath, thinking about what Qiuniu had just said, and prepared to calm down a little before telling Alice.

　Looking at the girl with fiery red hair in front of her, she felt a sense of peace in her heart.

　Longing to protect something...

　Far in the sky, close in front of you.

　"Master Zuo! Are you there? Are you there?!"

　At the door of the mansion, Lin Yan knocked repeatedly with an impatient expression.

　Behind him, a group of men in black followed, each with a katana on his waist.

　They are thugs from the gang under Lin Kemu, and most of them are survivors of the Ryukyu Islands.

　In terms of order, they are more likely to obey Zuo Shao's orders rather than follow Lin Yan.

　But things are different now.

　""

　"Crench."

　The door opened and Zuo Huai stuck half of his head out, his face pale.

　Seeing his decadent look, Lin Yan was shocked and said:

　"What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

　"I'm not sick..." Zuo Huai's voice was a little hoarse, "Is there something wrong?"

　"Come in and tell me, come in and tell me."

　Lin Yan turned around and signaled the bodyguards behind him to stay outside the door, and then he squeezed into Zuo Shao's room.

　He looked into the house and was surprised to find that

　It was a complete mess - pots and pans were randomly soaked in the sink, empty glass bottles were scattered all over the floor, and clothes were thrown randomly on the sofa. It looked a complete mess.

　What happened?

　Lin Yan stared blankly at Zuo Shao, who looked so different from usual. He licked his lips and thought for a moment before asking;

　"What...stimulated you?"

　"...That ambassador, remember?" Zuo Huai said weakly, "The woman who snatched the Jiaolong Niscale from you?"

　"Remember, I'm going to give her some good fruit to eat."

　Lin Yan smiled, looking very high-spirited.

　He rolled up his sleeves and showed Zuo Huai the black tattoo on his hand.

　Zuo Huai wanted to continue, but when he saw the tattoo covering the entire arm, he was slightly stunned and exclaimed:

　"You're covered in tattoos?!"

　"Yes, the power I can mobilize now is almost that of a saint," Lin Yan smiled. "This time, even if I kill that woman from behind, she won't know how she died, and there's no way she'll be able to find me."

　"That's Shikoti Amura..." Zuo Huai said in a decadent voice, "The Saint of the Academy..."

　Then he repeated the name of Shikoti Amra.

　Lin Yan listened blankly as Zuo Huairu announced Shi Koti's name like a dish, his expression becoming increasingly ugly.

　After Zuo Huai finished speaking, he cleared his throat and whispered:

　"Is the information true?"

　"It's absolutely true! My dad..." He choked, "There's nothing I can do if you don't believe it..."

　Oh no... If that saint is really Shikoti Amura, it seems that this is indeed a bit difficult to deal with...

　No, no, what's so difficult about that? The power this tattoo represents... is that great being hidden in the shadows of history.

　"It's okay, I'll deal with her anyway," Lin Yan laughed viciously, "Are you coming?"

　Zuo Huai waved his hand, indicating that he was quitting.