Chapter 1112 A Dream
In a hazy fog.
Chen Qingle woke up from his confusion, and the surrounding fog dissipated, revealing a deserted site.
Chen Qingle didn't remember where he was at this time, what he was doing before, his head was blank.
The first thing that broke this blank thought was his clothes.
Chen Qingle looked down and saw that he was wearing the lowest quality cloth of the royal family. This kind of cloth was rough, and even ordinary soldiers were unwilling to wear it. It was a cloth specially provided for the royal family's poor people.
The King of Dragons suit he often wore before was woven from Chihan Xuansi, and was cut by the most famous Refining Void Stage Treasure Refining Monk in the imperial capital. Wearing the King of Dragons suit not only does not fear cold and heat, but also gives the skin an extremely comfortable touch, soothing the impatient mood. Not only that, the king's suit is also a defensive robe that can resist the attack of ordinary Divine Transformation Monks.
Accustomed to wearing the exquisite Dragon King's clothes, this shoddy piece of clothing wrapped around his body made Chen Qingle feel itchy from head to toe, as if he was rolling in a thorny jungle, and he felt indescribably uncomfortable.
Chen Qingle kept twisting his body and couldn't help complaining: "Who put this kind of clothes on me! How dare you! Where is my royal clothes!"
However, no one responded to his complaints in the surrounding wasteland.
In a trance, Chen Qingle remembered that this kind of clothes was what he wore when he was still the Marquis of Jingxian.
At that time, he wore this rough fabric all day and never felt any discomfort, but now it made him restless.
"What's going on?"
Chen Qingle felt something was wrong.
He didn't know how he came to this place, nor did he know what he was doing here, nor could he remember what he was doing before.
He just felt that he suddenly came to this uninhabited place, and there was no clue other than that.
Chen Qingle flew away, his thoughts were confused again, and he patrolled the wasteland aimlessly.
As he was walking around, Chen Qingle suddenly remembered that this was his royal hunting ground.
"Why am I in the royal hunting ground?"
Chen Qingle felt that his memory was broken. He thought that he should be preparing for the Xuanlian Trial now, but when he recalled carefully, there was only endless confusion in his mind.
In this confusion, Chen Qingle suddenly saw two Mo Lian nobles walking together. They were talking and laughing all the way, and seemed to be chasing prisoners for fun.
Seeing these two Mo Lian people, Chen Qingle frowned, and rushed up immediately with anger.
The two Mo Lian people saw Chen Qingle rushing up, and they were stunned.
Chen Qingle rushed to them, slapped them twice, and slapped them hard. He remembered that these two people were the running dogs of the second prince, and he had already established an unwritten rule in the royal hunting ground.
The second prince and his dog are not allowed to enter!
Chen Qingle glared at the two of them: "Who let you in? You are so brave, get out of here!"
After being slapped, the two Molian tribe members were stunned. They looked at each other and then looked at Chen Qingle at the same time.
One of them was immediately angry and raised his hand to slap Chen Qingle back. Seeing this, Chen Qingle was furious. He was murderous and decided that since these two people dared to offend him, the Dragon King, they would never leave the Royal Hunting Ground alive.
Chen Qingle also raised his hand and slapped him.
But when Chen Qingle and this person's palms collided, it was not as Chen Qingle thought. This cultivator in the middle stage of the Spiritualization was not killed on the spot. Instead, he felt a strong force coming from his palm.
He spit out a mouthful of blood, was slapped away, and fell heavily into the mud, in a miserable state.
Puff!
Chen Qingle spat out a mouthful of blood, and the feeling of cultivation surged up at this time. He was surprised to find that he was not at the peak of the transformation of the spirit, but at the humble early stage of the transformation of the spirit.
"What's going on?"
The two people from the Molian clan descended beside Chen Qingle with a bang, looking down at Chen Qingle with a stunned face, and scolded: "Oh, why is the Jingxianhou so brave today! That slap just now really hurt me a little!"
"It's probably because this kid took the wrong medicine. He usually takes a detour when he sees us. I don't know what evil has possessed him today. His tone is so arrogant that it seems that he opened the royal hunting ground. If I don't teach him a lesson, I'm sorry for the two slaps from the Jingxianhou just now!"
"It's not good. He is also a prince."
Then the man looked around.
"That's also a prince that no one cares about. No one will know if he is taught a lesson. No one will respond when he goes to appeal for justice. We are the confidants of the second prince. Who dares to move!"
So the two looked at each other, and one of them suddenly grabbed Chen Qingle's hair and lifted him into the air.
Chen Qingle's scalp hurt so much that he roared and raged, "How dare you! I am the noble King of the Dragon, the future quasi-emperor who will inherit the throne. If you dare to do this to me, I will cut you into pieces! And your entire clan will be implicated!"
"Hahaha! He wants to see the Dragon King and inherit the throne. This kid is probably possessed."
Then the two punched and kicked Chen Qingle back and forth. Chen Qingle's magic power was blocked by them, and he could only use his body to fight back and forth. Soon Chen Qingle was beaten to a bloody mess, with a swollen nose and face. He was like a ball, being kicked back and forth by the two in the air.
"Stop! Stop!"
At first Chen Qingle was still shouting, but later, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he had to beg the two to raise their hands and stop hitting him.
Finally, as Chen Qingle begged for mercy, the two gradually lost interest. One of them spitted water on Chen Qingle's face and said viciously: "Don't tell anyone about what happened today! You failed to hunt the prisoners and were beaten by them! Otherwise, hehe, we will come to you again to see the Dragon King?!"
The two laughed and walked away, leaving only the wounded Chen Qingle collapsed in the mud, unable to move. His eyes were red and swollen from the beating, and his vision was covered with a layer of blood. Looking at the vast sky, Chen Qingle felt unreal.
Could it be that he was still the cowardly and humble Jingxian Hou, and the meeting with the Dragon King who shocked the imperial capital was just a dream?
"No..."
"Don't do this..."
Suddenly, two green lights appeared in the direction of the two Molian clan members, and soon a familiar figure appeared in front of Chen Qingle. Chanbi burst into tears when she saw Chen Qingle being beaten beyond recognition.
"Young Master! Young Master!"
A gentle light was injected into Chen Qingle's body, and his flesh wounds were immediately healed.
At this time, Chanbi glared at the two tied-up Molian people behind her, and she was furious. She said sternly: "How dare you treat the young master like this! You are looking for death!"
"You can't kill me! I am the second prince's man!"
"If you kill me, the second prince will not let you go!"
The two looked at Chanbi's murderous eyes and were scared to death.
Huahua!
Two spiritual lights descended, and Chanbi, with her cultivation level, killed the two on the spot.
Chanbi turned her head and wanted to comfort Chen Qingle who was beaten, but suddenly Chen Qingle rushed up and hugged her tightly.
"Chanbi! Chanbi, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"