"Ah, this, this..."
Seeing the giant dragon falling from the sky, Yang Ning's two followers were all stunned and speechless for a moment.
After a long time, Ruan Kai finally managed to say: "This is better than the movie!"
Han Yang: "Ruanruan..."
"put!"
"Did you see it? That sword is so, so cool!"
"As long as you can knock the dragon flying in one go, you can just squat on the toilet and use the toilet brush to gesture. Even if it is stained with feces, it will not affect your handsomeness."
Han Yang: "..."
He decided not to discuss this flavorful topic with Ruan Kai.
Turning to look at the thick smoke and dust rising on the dragon's tomb plain, Han Yang said with a worried look on his face: "Good guy, how painful is that dragon now?"
"..."
"Ruanruan, why don't you speak?"
Ruan Kai: "I said, itchy, don't you still think that dragon is still alive?"
"I'm telling you, that dragon doesn't feel any pain at all right now, it's very comfortable!"
"I'm sleeping so soundly that I can't even wake up!"
Han Yang: "..."
He didn't quite believe it.
After all, a body as big as that dragon is there.
Just take a hit and then be gone?
Han Yang was not the only one who didn't believe it, but the people on the mountain didn't believe it either.
Everyone was staring at the smoke-filled place, quietly, even breathing cautiously.
They are waiting for an answer.
Could it be that the dragon that had already grown flesh and blood could be killed by a sword?
The night wind blew by, and Yang Ning yawned again.
He muttered to himself slightly bored: "Okay, there's no more fun."
Turning back to the pure black chariot, Yang Ning threw away the bronze dagger and leaned against the exaggeratedly large chair to take a nap.
The thrown away bronze dagger automatically stood in front of Yang Ning, slowly turning the blade.
Just like a bodyguard, loyally guarding the people behind you.
After almost half an hour, finally, the smoke and dust on the Dragon Tomb Plain had almost dissipated.
The giant dragon lying motionless on the ground gradually appeared in everyone's sight.
A figure ran forward quickly, it was Tula.
"Dragon?! Dragon! How are you?!"
Tula looked at the giant dragon in front of him with utter fear. It was not until he got closer that he realized how huge the dragon was!
However, a bloody wound opened on this huge dragon!
Through the wound, large areas of steaming dragon blood soaked into the ground below, which made Tula feel like a knife!
That's all Long Yin's blood!
Click, click!
An unusual sound came from behind Tula. He turned around and saw Long Yin's pale golden skeleton staggering behind him.
Tula asked in a trembling voice: "Dragon, dragon? Us?"
The skeleton could not respond to his question. He just stepped forward, silently knelt down in the steaming dragon's blood that fell on the ground, changed into a slightly more comfortable posture, and fell into a deep sleep.
Tula remembered that Long Yin once said something to him before he came: "Even if I, Long Yin, die, I will die in front of the real dragon!"
Now, he finally got his wish.
At this point, everyone finally had to accept the reality before them.
That giant flesh and blood dragon is really dead.
He was killed by a sword.
Another sword strike.
Looking at Yang Ning sleeping soundly on the chariot, everyone present did not dare to say anything.
...
When it was almost dawn in the east, Yang Ning also woke up.
He stretched and asked, "Is it time to have breakfast?"
Next to him, the two followers who had been freezing here all night remained silent.
Ruan Kai looked at the backpack he carried with him and whispered: "We still have compressed dry food, and Farmer Sanquan also has it."
Han Yang said with a complicated expression: "Are you well prepared?"
"You can choose not to eat."
"I was complimenting you, and I definitely didn't mean anything shady."
While the two were bickering, Yang Ning's pot had already been set up over there.
Ruan Kai: "What the hell?! Where did the pot come from?"
Han Yang: "I was so surprised. Does this matter? Don't you think about where the seafood in the mountains and forests came from last night?"
Ruan Kai: "..."
The pot was also sent by Xiaohai, along with a complete set of kitchen utensils.
Yang Ning looked at the things in front of him and said with a smile: "Everything is quite complete, but it's a pity that we are missing a chef here."
As he spoke, Yang Ning looked up at a certain corner on the Dragon Tomb Plain.
There, Zhong Wen was lying in the grass and had been frightened to the point of peeing several times.
He had taken advantage of the chaos to hide before, but now he was very cautiously looking for every chance to survive.
As the chairman of a business group worth tens of billions, although Zhong Wen believes in certain things, he believes in science more.
But what happened tonight...
Zhong Wen wiped the sweat from his head, his dry lips trembled slightly, and murmured to himself: "Is this, is this a god descending to earth?"
"Good guy, even the dragon was killed? What the hell, Niubi, Niubi, 666!"
"I just don't know how those dragon claws taste?"
"If I have a taste of it, I will die!"
"Even if I can't eat the dragon's claws, I can just eat another mouthful of human hands! I'm really craving that bite!"
After Zhong Wen said this, a cold voice suddenly sounded from his ear: "Okay!"
Suddenly Zhong Wen trembled all over. He didn't even dare to look back and cried: "I, I don't want to eat, I don't want to eat!"
"Let me go, let me go! Thank you! I can give you a lot of money!"
As he said that, Zhong Wen kowtowed on the spot.
Knocking and continuing to beg for mercy.
However, the cold voice paid no attention to what he meant and just said to himself: "Chengcheng wants to have breakfast, but we don't know how to do it."
When Zhong Wen heard this, he hurriedly said: "No problem! I'll do it! I can cook! I'm a top-notch cooking veteran!"
At this time, the cold voice was slightly warmer, "Then, let's go?"
"Let's go! Let's go now!"
Zhong Wen staggered up from the ground, holding his big hand covered with dirt with a small blood-red hand, and walked towards Yang Ning.
Looking along the little hand holding his own hand, Zhong Wen was horrified to see a familiar-looking kid with blood-red hands staring straight at him with his head raised.
This face looked more and more familiar to Zhong Wen.
He has a habit of looking at the owner of the hand every time he eats it.
Then, let the original owner of that hand watch as he cooks, modulates, and finally puts it into his mouth.
In this process, Zhong Wen can not only enjoy delicious food and satisfy his appetite, but also feel the unparalleled pleasure of being superior to others.
Especially when the original owner of the hand was angry and manic, but had no choice but to do anything about him, at that moment, Zhong Wen felt that the taste was simply wonderful!
After all, he is also a human being and he can eat others.
And those people can only be eaten by themselves.
...
At this moment, looking at the child with blood-red hands in front of him, Zhong Wen's expression became increasingly frightened.
Because he gradually remembered that the child with blood-red hands in front of him...
I was eaten by myself.
...
