Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

At this time, the sky seemed to collapse. The storm poured down from the sky, and the rumbling thunder almost clearly reached Xia Qingluo's ears.

She raised her eyes to see that the sky in the distance was already gray, layers of dark clouds rolled and roared, and bursts of lightning shuttled around, sending out an almost shaking luster.

Professor Han frowned slightly as he drove. "It shouldn't be. The rain is too sudden."

The rain crackled madly on the window, and the sound almost broke people's eardrums,

Xia Qingluo leaned back on the back of the chair, but at this time, a blue dazzling lightning flashed from the sky and fell on the road.

Professor Han slammed on the brake. At the moment when the lightning fell, the ground burst into countless sparks. The trees were hit by this spark and were swallowed up by the flame. The fire was fierce and intertwined with the rainstorm. When the flame was extinguished, only one part of the trees was left.

With a roar, the lightning in the sky became more and more fierce. Almost in the blink of an eye, it hit the ground like a fireball. Rows of high-voltage lines had been hit by sparks. With a bare sound, the electric light roared like smoke and fire, sending out a dazzling and terrible light.

Professor Han's car had stopped, and his eyebrows frowned deeper.

Xia Qingluo, who witnessed all this, was almost stunned. At this time, she suddenly noticed that a red cloud rushed from the east wind. The red was very bright, as if layers of sunset were rolling, but in the blink of an eye, the red cloud instantly melted into the dark cloud and disappeared soon.

Professor Han seems to have noticed the red cloud. His face is more and more dignified, and his hand joints holding the steering wheel are slightly white.

Xia Qingluo didn't expect that the weather anomaly that day soon attracted the attention of the public. The rainstorm in Haishi on August 2 was soon on the news, and netizens also began to have a heated discussion on the microblog.

#Which Taoist friend quickly became a hot microblog search on the topic # of crossing the robbery, forwarding comments and even breaking millions.

Xia Qingluo was playing with her mobile phone. She saw the videos and photos posted by netizens Po on her microblog. The picture was very clear. The rolling red clouds were bright and dripping, as if with a sense of freedom that did not belong to this time and space.

Netizen A: the baby is scared to death. The road is full of glass slag, branches and billboards. There are 120 everywhere. We must pay attention to safety on rainy days.

Netizen B: which Taoist friend is going through the robbery? Can you take me up with you.

Netizen C: it's a tree of fire and silver flowers. The transformers were hit and exploded by lightning.

Netizen D: red clouds are the key. Have I ever seen such red clouds? Nature is amazing.

Xia Qingluo silently praised their comments, but at this time, suddenly a hand rested on Xia Qingluo's shoulder. The hand was weak and boneless, like the softest silk.

In a panic, Xia Qingluo quickly put her mobile phone into her pocket and smiled guilty at the owner of the hand, "Miss Su, I'll work hard now."

Miss Su is the owner's wife of this bookstore. Xia Qingluo has successfully worked part-time in this antique bookstore. This Miss Su's real name is Su Jin. She looks very beautiful at the age of 289, but her body exudes an unspeakable classical air, just like ink painting.

Su Jin's eyes picked slightly. She took a coquettish look at Xia Qingluo and suddenly said, "did you see the red cloud yesterday?"