how to kill a dragon

Chapter 24 This Dragon Is Mine

Wang Xiaotai had no idea that the woman in red and the woman in green had discussed whether to kill her or not.

She still dressed and ate as usual, went to Tianyi Pavilion to organize the bookcases as usual, gave the latest book to the woman in Tsing Yi and returned to her room.

During this period, Li Jiutuan came to see her, and Huang Xianfei brought people to harass her a few times, but the others finally lost interest because Wang Xiaotai didn't go out, and they stopped following Huang Xianfei to check in in front of her door for sightseeing.

Wang Xiaotai didn't report this matter to Li Jiutuan, anyway, Huang Xianfei didn't cause too much harm, it was just noisy, there was no need to invite Li Jiutuan.

She is still out day and night, rain or shine.

This night, the bright moon disappeared, the dark clouds were low, the room was a bit stuffy, and the sky was thundering, as if it was about to rain.

When Wang Xiaotai went out, she looked at the weather without stars and moon, and it was so humid that water could be squeezed out of the air, so she brought an umbrella in advance.

Sure enough, when she was cleaning the Tianyi Pavilion by candlelight, she heard the rain pouring down outside. The rain was falling fast and densely, and the air was filled with a clean breath.

Standing under the eaves, Wang Xiaotai looked at the Lishan Mountain in front of her. After the cold winter, the forest burst out with vitality and gradually revealed its greenness.

It's spring again.

It's raining so hard today, and I'm afraid the book will get soaked all the way. I'll give that woman a book when the rain stops or becomes smaller.

After cleaning, Wang Xiaotai blew out the candles and closed the door of Tianyi Pavilion. She held up her umbrella and walked into the sudden heavy rain. Bean-sized raindrops hit her oil-paper umbrella with a gust of wind, and Wang Xiaotai could hardly hold it. Hold this umbrella that is attacked by strong wind and rain.

When walking hard in the wind and rain, Wang Xiaotai suddenly threw away the oil-paper umbrella in her hand and started to run wildly in one direction despite the wind and rain.

Just when she looked up to identify the direction, she saw a group of red flames piercing the long night, like a meteor, falling straight from the dark sky, and landed in the direction of the back mountain!
Wang Xiaotai was sure what she saw, it was a shadow that she would never forget even if she turned into ashes.

What fell on Mount Li was a red dragon!
She has only seen one red dragon in her life.

Qiantang!Qiantang!Qiantang!

Wang Xiaotai's face was full of veins, and she gritted her teeth and chased in that direction. The direction of the fall was very close to her small yard.

I beg God, I beg fate, let it be Qiantang!It doesn't matter whether it dies by its hands or by its own hands.

I beg the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, let it be Qiantang!
They all said that Qian Tang had already been punished, and they should feel that their revenge had been avenged, and they should be content.

At the beginning, Wang Xiaotai thought so too, all grievances should end at the moment when Qiantang walked up to the dragon platform.

But how is this enough?

Even if Qiantang is dead, Wang Xiaotai wants to dig it out from the muddy ground, pinch its rotten flesh and bones with his fingernails, and then bite off the rough marks on its unmelted bones, so that It had to die badly, and even if it was reincarnated, it would be chased and killed by her dead soul.

Let it never be peaceful, so that Wang Xiaotai can get a little peace.

When Wang Xiaotai rushed to that place, she almost fell to her knees and cried bitterly. It was really a red dragon that fell on Lishan Mountain in the heavy rain!
The earthy smell from the rain was mixed with the pungent bloody smell. Wang Xiaotai carefully checked the situation of this dragon. Unlike the mighty Qiantang, this red dragon was only as thick as Wang Xiaotai's calf, and its length was only as long as a person's, and it had no scales. Qiantang is glowing with a shallow golden light.

This little dragon was covered in wounds, especially a deep scar on the dragon's head. If the scar was deeper, the entire dragon's head could be cut off. Dark red sticky dragon blood dripped from the wound with the rain. , immersed in the ground without a trace.

It fainted and remained motionless on the ground, looking very pitiful, how could it look majestic like a dragon?
Wang Xiaotai calmed down. She knew that this was not a Qiantang, at least not a Qiantang that swallowed 60 people.

She tore the skirt on her body into strips, and according to the way her father taught her to tie knots for big prey, she put the injured dragon on a handmade stretcher tied with knots and branches, Braving the pouring rain, step by step, he half-carried and half-dragged the dragon back to his yard.

The torrential rain poured down, and Wang Xiaotai's shoulders were left with deep bloodstains by the dragon. She was drenched all over, human blood and dragon's blood mixed together, soaking the ground along with the rain.

She gritted her teeth and dragged the dragon to her yard slowly step by step. She dragged it if she couldn't pull it, pushed it if she couldn't drag it, and rolled it if she couldn't push it. Instigated by the power of the dragon, the thin and weak Wang Xiaotai insisted on bringing this heavy dragon back to his territory.

Pushing open the courtyard door, the dim candlelight shone on Wang Xiaotai's excited face, her eyes were red, her chest heaving did not subside, but intensified, her breathing became more and more rough, and her emotions rose like never before.

She closed the courtyard door and dragged the dragon into her room. Without thinking about dressing herself in dry clothes, she took out all the strong ropes she could find and used the thickest ones The rope tied the dragon firmly to the post in her room, and she tied it round and round, almost jumping for joy.

She has never felt so grateful to those classmates who tried to bully her. If it weren't for them, Li Jiutuan wouldn't have turned her yard into a forbidden area protected by layers of enchantments, and her yard wouldn't have been surrounded by those gods. An access control formation that becomes a mortal without mana.

Now, in this unknown barrier, in this small courtyard where no one noticed, Wang Xiaotai brought the dragon back.

Now, this dragon belongs to her.

Seeing the little dragon who seemed to be unable to repair the wound due to the loss of mana, Wang Xiaotai nodded in satisfaction, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and suppressed some surging emotions, but with little effect.

She had no choice but to bend over and cover her face.

She breathed heavily, the air current rubbed against her airway, her whole body was trembling, it was really hard to restrain herself, she finally couldn't help laughing when she saw Xiaolong fainting on the ground.

Hahahahahaha!

After laughing for a long time, she seemed to remember something, went out and locked the door of the room, took a farm shovel, closed the courtyard door and walked into the pouring rain again.

She went out to clean up the bloodstains along the way. Fortunately, the rain was heavy enough tonight and the ground was washed clean. Wang Xiaotai still cleaned up all the roads she walked, and moved the weeds and fallen leaves to the place where the little dragon fell. , covering possible traces.

In the darkness, Wang Xiaotai looked at the road she had traveled, and then looked up at the sky far above. Although she couldn't see it, she knew that Lishan was guarded by a large formation. Logically speaking, this dragon should not fall silently. it's here.

Under normal circumstances, it should be Li Jiutuan who discovered this first, not me, a mortal.

But the fact is that until now, no one knew that the dragon had fallen on Lishan Mountain. There was no sound in the world except the sound of wind and rain. Wang Xiaotai could even hear her own rapid heartbeat.

If no one knows, does it mean that this dragon is hers?
Holding the agricultural shovel tightly in her hand, Wang Xiaotai took a deep breath of the stench in the mountains, closed her eyes in the downpour, and raised her face to meet more wind and rain from the sky.

　The little moss that gives books to the blind (._.)
　　Collection and follow-up are so bleak hahaha
　　Here is the first plot point that I am most satisfied with
　　Let's take a look at today's situation. If it is too miserable, it means that double shifts are useless, so let's take it slowly...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)