Chapter One · Ember Scale
Aobing tore his counterscale in the full moon of the seventh cycle.
Blood along the white jade like finger drops, frozen on the cold jade bricks into ice crystals. He stared at the gaping wound across his chest in the mirror, watching the flesh regrow as fast as the n***d eye could see it - the cruelest punishment of the Dragons, but his only salvation at the moment.
"Shaojun, Prince Li has broken into the coral forest again." The clams' trembling report was crushed by the sea breeze. Aobing suddenly clenched the dressing box, and the light gold blood oozed between the fingers. The bottom of the box hid the headband that Nezha lost in the last reincarnation, and now it was shining with the master near.
The red flame of mixed twill flashed through the crystal window, and Ao Bing's dragon tail broke the entire glass screen uncontrollably. When the young man crashed into the temple wrapped in sea fog, he was pressing his unhealed counterscale against the icicle.
"Are you crazy? " Nezha's roar shook the pearl from the beam. Mixed day like a spirit snake wrapped around Aobing's wrist, but suddenly loose when it touched the wound. Ao Bing looked at the blood color exploding in the pupil of the teenager, which reflected his fragmented reflection.
"Stay away from me." Ao Bing stepped back with a hoarse voice, and the dragon tail swept down twelve shark lamps, "Didn't you find that the tide began to flow back?" He pointed out the window to the distorted moon. "Since the last time you stopped a lightning strike for me... Cough..."
Suddenly choking dragon blood dyed his shirt red, and Nezha flashed up behind him and cradled him in his arms. Young chest close to that unhealed wound, mixed day aya spontaneously wrapped two people with the waist.
"Then let the world end." Nezha bites the tip of his ear and whispers, the samadhi fire burns the dragon scales along the side of his neck, "Anyway, every reincarnation..."
Aobing's dragon horn slammed into his jaw. At the moment when the youth eats pain, Aobing turns into a white dragon and breaks through the dome. The stars were cracking, the fragments of time and space were falling like snow, and he saw his giant dragon shadow on the firmament -- a golden c***k just like Nezha tangled around his heart.
"Must we t*****e each other like this?" Nezha's voice came from deep in the clouds. Ao Bing looked down and saw the outline of Chen Tangguan growing upside down under the sea, and the laughter of the fishermen's children oozing from the abyss.
Longtail rolled up thousands of feet of waves, Aobing will chase the young shot into the seabed crater. The lava reflected Nezha's wild black eyes, and the Tianaya burst into dazzling light in the heat.
"Kill me." Aobing hovers above the crater, and the scales begin to fall off due to violent emotional fluctuations, "so that you can..."
The volcano fell silent suddenly. Ne Zha leaps out of the lava, scorched all over, but laughs wanton: "You can't bear it." He shook the object in his palm -- a silver and white scale stained with blood. "When I was photographed, the tip of the tail was deliberately softened by three inches."
Aobing's vertical pupil suddenly contracted. The counterscale of the young man's palm is exactly the piece that he cut out with his own hands last night, and now it is wrapped with red silk mixed with Tianaya.
Space and time groaned under the burden. Aobing watched Nezha's chest suddenly grow in gold, and countless fragments of memory gushed out from the cracks: the dragon horn broken when he bore the thunder for Nezha in the third generation, the intertwined breath of the two under the glacier in the fifth generation, the unfinished kiss before the explosion of the Yuan God in the last generation.
"Stop!" Aobing's dragon roar set off an undersea earthquake. When he returns to his human form and falls, Nezha is tearing open the golden c***k in his chest with his bare hands, his b****y hand reaching out to him: "Come on, see how much is hidden inside..."
The roar engulfed the world. Aobing bites Nezha on the shoulder before consciousness dissipates, and dragon tears infiltrate each other's wounds mixed with blood. In the glare of time and space reset, he heard the teenager whisper with a smile: "Every time you cry... The destruction will accelerate..."
As the light of the new cycle dawned on the Crystal Palace, Aobing found himself curled up in Nezha's arms. The gold grain of the young man's heart has a branch, and is closely entangled with the new dragon scale pattern between his neck.
