Cook the Sea Dragon

in one way or another, a small island south-west of the canoe is covered in yellow gold, so it is called the "treasure island".

later, the story of the island's gold was heard by the greedy east sea dragon.

in order to devour this island's treasure, he sent dragons and dragons and crabs, rising tides and drums to the island.

in the blink of an eye, the waves were raging, the winds were raging, the trees of the island collapsed, the people cried out to their parents, and there was a sad sight.

on the east side of the island, there is a wandering mountain, where a flower fairy lives, and she has witnessed the unprovoked evils of the king of east sea dragons, and the destruction of the civilian population.

so she took the broom in her hand, and he went down to the sea, and came up into the mountains, and went back and forth.

the surviving men, women and children of the island have sought refuge in squirm mountain.

"the king of dragons is inundated with gold, and the people of the lebanese are afflicted.

if you want to keep it, i'll spin it.

wearing flowers into a net, and we're going down to defeat the dragon." people listened to the centenary, and women, men and young people came to spin the web.

weave, weave, weave! seven hundred seventy-nine hundred and forty-nine days of work.

weave the net.

who's going down there to throw the dragon king? and a kid jumped out of the crowd, and he said, "i'll go!" the people of the village look like they're living in the sea.

hae-sheng is a 7-8-year-old child, still has his irradiation and has his pants on.

and the flower-swinging fairy says with joy, "the king of the doo-done, if you dare, let the sea live!" she then took out a gold raisin and put it on and taught him the secret of the dragon.

in his gold-wire suit, season was a little tickling, and he said, as she had ordered, "big!" and the muscle bumps on his body immediately grew and became a giant with great power and great power.

the people are staring at each other.

at that point, the seamen took up, undisturbed, a gold-line fishing net weighing nine hundred and eighty-one pounds, and said goodbye to the flower fairies and the families of the people, and took a great leap, running down the flower mountain and jumping into the sea.

anyone wonders where the sea is swimming, where the tides and waves make way for him.

so the golden threads that he was wearing were those made for him by the flower-swinging fairies.

a little while later, the seaman came to the sea, took out the net and threw it down, and said, "big!" it spreads over the sea.

i can't believe that the first net was rounded up and captured the eel of king dong hailong.

seafood heard the fairies say that if you catch the eel, you can get the cooking pot; if you cook, you can save the island.

he's so happy.

he ordered the eel to turn over the boiler! the net shrunk, and the eel covered in the net died, and in order to survive, he had to take the sea and bring it to the temple of the dragon palace in the east seaSea pot.

It's full of treasures.

There was nothing to see in the sea, but a black cooker was picked up, and he rushed back to the Mount of Flowers.

Hae-sung and the rest of you set up a boiler on the edge of the sea, and a spoon of east sea water, and a pile of dry wood, and we'll boil it.

Cook! One fragrance passes, the sea boils; two fragrances pass, the sea boils white; and three fragrances pass, and the king of the East Sea rises out of the water, followed by a bunch of puking and puffing dragons and crabs, shouting for mercy! "Return the tide and give me my treasure.

Or I'll boil you, Dragon King!" The King of East Sea Dragons, who fought many times, ordered the tide to recede.

It's time to see the sky again.

Who knows, when the sea is boiled, the fire goes out, and the sea Dragon King suddenly rises, and a wave will boil the sea pot without a trace.

"What do we do?" "The sea is dying." It's a very small foot.

All the gold buried in the ground was sprung out by the sea and flew to the coast and landed on the beach.

By blinking, it turned into a golden pond, where the tides rose, the ponds stood up and the wind remained.

Since then, the King has no longer dared to make a wave, and the Lebanese people will be able to enjoy peace, and the island of Tibetan gold has been renamed the Golden Tong Island。