People are traveling to the west, starting to steal ginseng fruit

"Oh, don't be so self-righteous. A monster is a monster. Even if you follow the wind and learn from the shadow, your intentions are sinister. There are rules in the world, and if you don't follow them, you will be guilty!"

"I'm not convinced!!!!"

The dragon's voice became more and more ferocious, and its struggle became more and more frantic. Its flesh and blood were burned to only white bones.

Seeing that there was nothing for Nezha to do, he wanted to fly back. As soon as the wind-fire wheel under his feet started to smoke, Li Jing in the sky trembled his hand, and the exquisite pagoda returned to his hand.

"Ahem, my son, quickly deal with this evil dragon and don't let it talk nonsense anymore."

After Li Jing took the pagoda back, he realized that he had overreacted and quickly changed his words to make amends.

Nezha just glanced at him and then flew towards the demon dragon.

The dragon was extremely weak after these two ordeals. How could it have the strength to resist Nezha, the god of death?

What's more, the demon-slaying sword in Nezha's hand can defeat it.

After letting out a helpless wail, the huge dragon head was cut off and dragon blood dripped into the river.

Volume 17: Chapter The Rules of Heaven!

The evil dragon was killed.

Nezha bathed in dragon blood and looked at the corpse of the demon dragon with cold eyes. After the flames on his body disappeared, Nezha used his magic power to evaporate the dragon blood on his body and slowly flew over.

Li Jing tightened his grip on the pagoda when he saw this scene.

"Brother!"

Ji Luo came up from behind Nezha and asked, "Are you injured?"

The expression on Nezha's face changed into a relaxed smile: "It's just a demon dragon. Even if it's a demon king, I can easily capture it and chop off its head."

As if to prove the credibility of his words, Nezha looked at Li Jing's head after he finished speaking.

Li Jing was more concerned about the name of Ji Luo.

"Brother?"

"That's right, Your Majesty. Brother Nezha and I hit it off right away and became brothers. Your Majesty, please don't worry, our friendship is private; publicly, we still have our own affairs."

Ji Luo was afraid that Li Tianwang would worry that he was using his fame, so he told him what he had discussed with Nezha at the beginning.

After hearing this, Li Jing's mouth twitched. He naturally understood the hidden meaning of Ji Luo's words. He thought to himself, "Don't talk about yourselves. If you call me uncle, I will have another leg to lean on."

However, due to his status, he couldn't say it too obviously, so he could only nod in a profound manner.

Afterwards, Li Jing took up the flag of command.

"Dragon King, listen to my orders! Rain for three days to wash away this evil dragon aura!"

Li Jing's voice was still very majestic in the heavenly realm.

As soon as Li Jing issued the order, clouds rolled over the sky and a golden dragon circled out, its majestic head staring at the bright red surface of the river.

"Yes!"

An old voice sounded, and Mo Mo began to spread the rain.

Soon, heavy rain fell, and the rain carried magical power that continuously dissolved the blood on the surface of the river.

Li Jing left Nezha to check for three days to see if there were any more evil spirits causing trouble, while he himself returned to heaven with the heavenly soldiers to collect his reward.

Ji Luo stayed to keep Nezha company.

Li Jing originally wanted to say something as an elder to teach Ji Luo that this matter was not a joke, but considering his status, it seemed useless for him to say anything.

Another thing is that Nezha is very protective of Ji Luo.

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Day three.

The rain has lightened up.

In the pavilion on the shore, Nezha and Ji Luo sat opposite each other, looking at the clear lake.

"The rain is about to stop."

After Nezha finished speaking, he prepared to get up. Today he was wearing a light outfit that resembled a lotus leaf. He had the glory of a beautiful young man, but his face was full of murderous intent.

"Brother Jiluo, it's strange to say, in all these years in Heaven, apart from that True Lord Erlang, the only person I admire is you."

Nezha did not hide his admiration for Ji Luo at all. This was the truth. He had a natural liking for Ji Luo.

Nezha wouldn't even look at anyone else, even Taiyi Sanxian. Only Erlang Zhenjun had real abilities, which made him sympathize with him.

"Well, I'm just a little demon. I'm lucky enough to have a good master. Brother, you're really too kind."

Ji Luo said modestly.

This was also his true opinion. Compared with cultivation and hard work, Zhu'er was better than him. Ji Luo felt that what made him special was that he was luckier.

After hearing Ji Luo's words, Nezha was stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, brother, you're really funny. I haven't been this happy in hundreds of years. To celebrate today's good fortune, let's drink!"

Nezha was so happy that he took out a table and a jar of fine wine.

He set out two large bowls.

Place them in front of each of them.

Nezha didn't know why he had such a good impression of Ji Luo even though he had known him for such a short time. He never drank in front of outsiders before.

Ji Luo looked at Nezha's carefree appearance and was slightly shocked.

When he first met Nezha, Nezha was polite, but when he was subduing demons, Nezha became murderous and looked down on the world.

Now he is brave and free and easy.

Which of these appearances is the true face of my brother? Or is it both?

Ji Luo vaguely sensed that Nezha was worried, but he knew that this was not the right time to ask, and the best thing to do was to accompany him for a drink.

After pouring the wine, Nezha introduced it, "This is my favorite immortal wine. It is said that even immortals get drunk after drinking a sip."

The fragrance made Ji Luo, who had never drunk alcohol, couldn't help but smack his lips.

After Nezha poured the wine, he raised the bowl and said:

"Drink!"

Ji Luo also raised his bowl and took a sip.

Seeing Ji Luo drinking so quietly, Nezha couldn't help but laugh and said, "Brother, how can you drink like this?"

"Uh, brother, this wine smells so good. I'm afraid I'll get addicted if I drink too much."

"Nonsense! How can drinking be addictive? I've been drinking for hundreds of years, how come I'm not addicted? Drink now! Drink now!"

Nezha continued to persuade.

Upon hearing this, Ji Luo had no choice but to finish the bowl.

As a result, the wine tasted extremely spicy after entering his mouth, and Ji Luo was choked to the point of tears. It tasted so good after just a small sip, so why did it taste so bad now?

“Water, water, water!”

Ji Luo struggled to ask Nezha for help.

"for you."

Nezha handed over a bowl.

"Tuntuntun 1"

Ji Luo swallowed again.

"Pfft! Cough cough cough cough!"

Ji Luo felt like he was almost dying from the spiciness, and his throat felt like it was on fire.

"Hahahahaha!"

Nezha was laughing happily beside him, but when he saw Ji Luo was really uncomfortable, he reminded his honest brother.

"Brother, what's the point of learning so much magic power?"

After being reminded by Nezha, Ji Luo suddenly realized, Oh, yes! I have magic power!

He quickly used his magic power to evaporate the alcohol in his body, and only then did he recover.

After Ji Luo recovered, he saw Nezha holding the wine jar and nodding off. It could be seen that he was really happy.

After Nezha stopped, Ji Luo asked curiously, "Brother, do you drink alcohol by using your magic power to make it stronger?"

"Of course! They say it's brewed by immortals. I don't use any magic to make wine, and I'll get dizzy even if I drink it."

Ji Luo: ...

It turns out I was overthinking it.

After the two finished drinking, the rain stopped.

"Let's go over and take a look."

Ji Luo originally thought that Nezha was going back, but he didn't expect that he was still going to the lake.

After Ji Luo followed, he didn't walk long before he heard faint crying sounds.

Hundreds of villagers gathered by the lake, but no one knew who they were mourning. There was no honorific title, no master, and it seemed as if everyone was crying towards the river.

They were all suppressing their crying.

"Brother...what is this?"

Ji Luo asked in confusion.

Nezha's expression returned to the same as when they first met, but his tone remained cordial. "That demon dragon has protected this place for one hundred and fifty years. Generations of people in the nearby villages have relied on it for a peaceful life, and the surrounding demons dared not attack. Now that the demon dragon is gone, the villagers are worried about their future."

"what?"

Ji Luo suspected that he had misheard. Didn't Li Tianwang say that the demon dragon had violated the heavenly rules and was therefore being captured? Uh... he clearly said he was capturing it, so why did the Tianwang directly order it to be killed?

Ji Luo was also a little confused.

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Volume 18: Chapter The Creation of Heaven and Earth!

When Li Jing and Nezha gave the order just now, it was obvious that they did not want Nezha to hold back, and Li Jing was also aiming for the fatal blow.

And there was one thing that puzzled Ji Luo. Li Jing trusted Nezha so much. When he used the magic weapon, he seemed to have a tacit understanding with Nezha, as if he knew that the other party would dodge, and he did not hold back at all.

However, these questions involve the situation between the other party's father and son, so it is not convenient to ask.

"Then what should we do?"

Ji Luo asked as he looked at the villagers who were crying miserably.

"Although the Dragon King has brought rain, the demonic dragon's unjust death will surely linger. If nothing is done, the river will inevitably overflow, bringing disaster to the surrounding villages."

Nezha said.

Ji Luo noticed Nezha's choice of words, unjust death...even he himself said so.

Ji Luo walked to the edge of the crowd, found an old man and asked, "Old man, why are you all crying so sadly?"

The old man wiped his tears and saw that Ji Luo was handsome and had an extraordinary temperament. He must not be a simple person to be able to maintain such an appearance in this era.

"Young sir, you may not know that several nearby villages have enjoyed peace for over a hundred years thanks to the protection of a fairy dragon. Not long ago, the fairy dragon appeared in a dream to us old folks, saying that we were about to survive the immortal tribulation. If the golden body in the weak temple is shattered, it means that the tribulation has failed. He asked us to move our homes... But this is the land passed down by our ancestors. How can we bear to give it up?"

I don’t know if it was because of his remembrance of the evil dragon or his reluctance to give up the inheritance of the land, but the old man cried so sadly.

Ji Luo also understood the status of the demon dragon among the villagers. It was just a small fishing village, but they were able to build a golden temple for the demon dragon. It must have been the combined efforts of everyone.

From this point, it can be seen that the demon dragon has indeed been protecting the local people as Nezha said.

"Old man."