The plants and trees are boundless and lush. Even under the sun, there are many brilliant meteors in the vast blue sky, like colorful silk flying past softly and gorgeously.

On the picturesque meadow, a young man sat on a short grass slope. He held his cheek and stared at the gorgeous scene in the sky, his eyes full of anticipation.

"One day, I will become the God of Mu Ri." The young man murmured to himself.

"You can't even put the cow well now." A girl came over and said with a smile.

"Hmph, I'm not the material for herding cattle. I should shed the dragon. I will cultivate my dragon into the most brilliant sun in the sky, bringing life and spiritual energy to the people of billions of star continents!"

"Everyone wants to be a god of the mud, who will do the job of herding cattle and free-range food? You should always drink milk and eat." The girl said.

"You, you are a girl!" said the boy.

"Actually, grazing the sun is very simple. Isn't it the same as herding cattle and sheep? Take it out to eat grass during the day and lock it in the circle at night; let the sun rise during the day and let it close its eyes to sleep at night..." the girl said naively.

"Are you really stupid or really stupid? Because the sun rises, it is called daytime, because the sun sets, it is called night. If the world is orderly and everything has spirits, then you need to ensure that the sun rises on time at all times, let the sun sleep on time, without making mistakes for a year, without making mistakes for ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years or even ten thousand years?" said the young man.

"It seems really difficult to hear you say this. Then I'd better herd cattle and sheep. If you grow up, raise dragons and raise the kind of farm dragon that can help our tribe, open up wasteland, cultivate land, and move soil..." the girl said with a smile.

"Follower, no ambition, grazing the sun is the ideal that our clan should have."

"I'm afraid of making mistakes. If I make mistakes in controlling the sun, it will harm many people." The girl said.

When the boy heard this, he immediately fell into deep thought.

"Ah!!" Suddenly, the girl next to her screamed again, then pointed her finger at a snow-like area in the direction of the woods.

"Don't be surprised!" the boy said angrily.

"Look, it's melting there!" The girl pointed to the pure white forest and said.

"How is that possible? Since we were born, there were ice silk tangles. Are you dazzled?" the boy said.

"You can see it yourself!"

Green, this tribe has picturesque meadows, holy snow mountains, and pure sapphire sky. Everything is so peaceful, but between the meadows and the forest, there is a very special pure white, just like the painter accidentally licked a piece of white paint, but it also makes the whole painting more mysterious and unique.

Since the brother and sister were sensible, there was an unusual white area not far from the tribe. The locals called it a white cocoon because it itself was like a huge white cocoon.

When they were young, they often went there to play. The white velvet there was soft, and the hot summer also brought a cool feeling. After so many years, it seemed to have become a symbol of the tribe. No one asked where it came from and what it was composed of. Every New Year celebration, the elderly in the village would come to worship and regard the white cocoon as an illusory god...

I thought this white cocoon would last for thousands of years and remain unchanged for tens of thousands of years, but today it melted, and the melting was also melted with the holy snow mountain that had not been transformed for thousands of years. The extremely clean snow water flowed down along the Baiyan Mountain and turned into countless wonderful white waterfall silver threads.

Everyone in the tribe also saw it. They stopped their work and ran to the meadow.

I don’t know who took the lead and called it a miracle. Then everyone began to kneel down and muttered ancient words of praise.

The boy and the girl stood in front, and they stared blankly at the melted white forest. The cocoon was as big as a forest. Its melting made the brother and sister feel extremely shocked. They felt even more curious, wondering what was in the white divine cocoon, and could it be an ancient dragon?

After all, some people have speculated that it was an extremely special dragon egg.

However, the two of them saw a boy of similar age, with black hair and white skin as white as jade. His purity was like a god walking down from the Tianxue Mountain. Even if he had no clothes on his body, he would not reduce his sacredness and purity at all!

"Son of the Emperor!"

"Son of the Emperor!"

I don’t know which ethnic group shouted, so everyone started to shout about the Emperor’s Son.

An old lady, who walked towards the emperor devoutly, draped a velvet robe she had knitted on him, and then devoutly retreated.

"Where is this?" asked the young man who was called the Emperor's son.

"Juntian..." said the old lady.

"Which China?"

"Jiaosulizhou."

"Where is the Beidou Shenzhou?" asked the emperor.

"No Beidou Shenzhou..." the old lady said in a daze.

"Some, some, I heard from Mr. Star Gazing that there is a strange light in the north, the light is called Beidou, and it falls into the wilderness of Xuantian..." At this time, the young man said very excitedly.

"Baby, are you sure? I dare not deceive the emperor." The old lady said sternly.

"I never lie. There are still records in the sir's Wentian Book!" the young man said with extraordinary affirmation.

"How many years ago did that happen?" the emperor asked hurriedly.

"I don't know, it's been a long time ago."

"how long?"

"I'm not born yet, maybe my father has not been born yet..." said the young man.

"Thousands of years?"

"That's not..."

The boy didn't know much, he just eavesdropped on some years of history from his husband.

"Son of the Emperor, can there be any apocalypse to tell us?" the old lady asked carefully.

"I'm not an emperor's son, my name is...my name..." This person thought for a while, but could not say his name as soon as possible. He looked up at Qingling Sky, thought for a moment before saying, "My name is Zhu Minglang... Yes, that's this name."

"Are you just an ordinary person?" the old lady asked again.

"Yes, a very ordinary person."

"You don't have the ability to go to heaven and earth, call the wind and rain, and chase the moon and the sun?"

"No." Zhu Minglang replied.

"What will you do?" the old lady asked seriously.

"Same as them." Zhu Minglang pointed at the boy and girl who grazed cattle and sheep, and then said, "I am also a dragon-releasing baby..."

"Then...whether your dragon?" the boy asked.

Zhu Minglang scratched his head, looked around, and smiled bitterly, "They all seem to wake up before me."

"Hahaha, you left your dragon!" The boy burst into laughter.

Zhu Minglang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.
Chapter completed!