Bai Yuan looked into those clear black-and-white eyes, and a thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.
Short black hair, big eyes clear as black and white.
Wasn't this exactly what Tang Wulin had looked like as a child?
He had seen countless descriptions of this image in the original work: big eyes clear as black and white, a clean and pure temperament, and a warmhearted personality that bordered on naivety.
The little boy before him looked as though he had stepped straight out of the book.
Of course, that was before he entered Shrek. Afterward, he really did seem like a different person.
"It's fine, it's fine."
Bai Yuan waved his hand and calmly pulled his arm from the boy's grasp, straightening up.
"I was just a little dizzy. I'm much better now."
The boy sighed in relief, a warm smile appearing on his face. Two little fangs gleamed in the sunlight.
"That's good. I saw you leaning against the wall with your eyes closed just now, and your complexion didn't look too good."
Bai Yuan looked at that clean, smiling face, his feelings complicated.
Tang Wulin.
The inheritor of the Golden Dragon King bloodline, the most important piece in Tang San's ten-thousand-year plan.
From the moment Tang Wulin was born.
He had been bait, bait meant to draw out the Silver Dragon King, Gu Yuena."
Bai Yuan smiled and nodded at the boy.
"Thanks, little brother.
What's your name?"
The boy froze for a moment, then scratched his head and said somewhat bashfully,
"My name is Tang Wulin."
The stone in Bai Yuan's heart finally dropped.
It really was him.
Without changing his expression, he extended a hand toward Tang Wulin.
"My name is Bai Yuan. Nice to meet you."
Tang Wulin looked at the outstretched hand, stunned for