Nirvana Totem

[The mythological system of this story is an imaginary creation. The setting and characters only use names. All plots have nothing to do with orthodox mythology, religion, and beliefs. Please do not make any research. The embers of the war between gods and demons had just cooled down, and Feng Yan's retirement life was smashed to pieces by an egg. ——The dragon egg dropped from the sky and accurately hit the glass cup of Kunlun Temple. The hot egg shell was still stained with wet blood. The ancient phoenix (raised personally by Nuwa, who hates dragons as much as she hates them) stares at this evil obstacle and just wants to burn it all away with the fire of Nirvana. By some strange coincidence, he cut open the wrist bone and poured the divine blood on it. ——Quan Dang adds firewood and bakes the eggs. However, this divine blood Nirvana fire hatched a demon king. Record of Falling Dust and Breaking the Shell: The first day of breaking the shell: smashing the Kunlun Snow Jade Cup collected by Feng Yan. (Pension reserve-1) The second day after breaking out of the shell: chasing clouds and playing, collapsing half of the cornices of the side hall. (Property damage +1) The third day after breaking out of the shell: Taking the paperweight just given by the Emperor of Heaven in his mouth to use as a teething stick. (Diplomatic crisis x1) Continuous output: On the first day after breaking out of his shell, he wrapped his wrists around his wrists and licked his old dragon-slaying scars, while using his tail to sweep down a shelf full of divine books. Feng Yan held his forehead and had a headache: raising this evil obstacle was more tiring than raising Nuwa and the two children. Occasionally, I catch a glimpse of the young dragon's unconscious frown in his sleep, or the flash of gloom in his eyes when he wakes up, and an inexplicable strangeness passes through his heart. This strangeness was soon confirmed by nightmares night after night. Luochen was terrified every night, dreaming that his master's sword pierced his skull. The molten gold pupils were filled with tears, but the wrists were pressed firmly. When I woke up, my cheeks were hot, like the tears of a god in my dream burning through my flesh. At this point, the innocence in his eyes faded away, and they were stained with a calmness that did not match his age and... An indescribable desolation. The Kunlun undercurrent surged accordingly. The senior sister looked at the sharp and lonely figure of the young man practicing his sword, and muttered like an idiot: "Why does he look so much like the fallen Beiyuan God of War..." Qingluan was taciturn. He stood aside and sneered, "My nephew, Uncle Qiao." The teacup between Fengyan's fingers cracked and cracked. When the poisonous thorn of the blood feud of genocide strikes Kunlun—— Luochen raised his eyes, his eyes were calm and full of cracks: "In the battle of Cangnan, who is the dead soul under your sword?" The dusty past of gods and demons was openly torn apart by blood feud—— This egg hatched by embers of fire, Is he an orphan from the Jiao clan, or is the old dragon resurrected? The sword mark I stabbed on the top of your head is the divine pattern that will connect you with me in the next life. Forbearance and restraint from the attacks of a loyal dog × Cold on the outside and hot on the inside with a poisonous tongue, the arrogant queen suffers (Luochen × Feng Yan) (Note: The composition of Feng Yan's character is a bit complicated, and the above words are just a rough summary) It is true to hate dragons, and it is also true to be soft-hearted. [Say important things three times: Empty! Empty! Empty! Supporting roles: Luan Hua, Xuan Jie... There are a lot of deputy CPs: Lord of Heaven and Earth (Ying Chu × Rong Xian) / Kunlun's Lost Dream (Shang Hua × Qingluan) / Secrets of the Dragon Clan (Qingchu × Yinghun) Intention: To end sorrow with injury