Wang Xiaotai had no idea that the woman in red and the woman in green had already discussed whether to kill her or not.
She dressed and ate as usual, went to Tianyi Pavilion to organize the bookcase as usual, gave the latest novel to the woman in Tsing Yi and then returned to her room.
During this period, Li Jiutuan visited her, and Huang Xianfei brought people to harass her several times. However, the others finally lost interest because Wang Xiaotai didn't go out and stopped following Huang Xianfei to check in at her door.
Wang Xiaotai did not report this matter to Li Jiutuan. Anyway, Huang Xianfei did not cause much harm, he just made some noise, and there was no need to invite Li Jiutuan.
She still stays up day and night, rain or shine.
This night, the bright moon disappeared, the dark clouds were low, the room was a little damp, and there were thunderous sounds in the sky, as if a mountain rain was about to come.
When Wang Xiaotai went out, she looked at the starless and moonless weather, which was so humid that water could be pinched out of the air, so she took an umbrella with her in advance.
Sure enough, while she was cleaning Tianyi Pavilion by candlelight, she heard the rain pouring down outside. It was raining fast and dense, and there was a crisp breath in the air.
Wang Xiaotai stood under the eaves, looking at the Lishan Mountain in front of her. After the cold winter, the mountain forest burst into life wildly, gradually revealing its greenery.
It's spring again.
It rained so heavily today, I'm afraid the book will get soaked all the way. Let's give that woman a book when the rain stops or becomes lighter.
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. Big raindrops hit her oil paper umbrella. The strong wind picked up and Wang Xiaotai could hardly hold it. Stay with this umbrella that has been hit by the storm.
While walking hard in the wind and rain, Wang Xiaotai suddenly threw away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand and started running in one direction in the wind and rain.
Just when she looked up to determine the direction, she saw a ball of red flames falling straight from the dark sky, landing in the direction of the back mountain!
Wang Xiaotai was sure of what she saw. It was a shadow that she would not forget even if she turned to ashes.
What fell on Lishan Mountain was a red dragon!
She had only seen one red dragon in her life.
Qiantang! Qiantang! Qiantang!
Wang Xiaotai's face showed blue veins. He gritted his teeth and chased in that direction. The direction of his fall was very close to his small yard.
Please God, please fate, let it be Qiantang! It doesn't matter if you die in its hands or if it dies in your own hands.
Please pray to the gods and Buddhas to let it be Qiantang!
They all said that Qiantang had been killed, and they should feel that their great revenge had been avenged, and they should be satisfied.
Wang Xiaotai himself thought so at the beginning, and all the grudges should end when Qiantang stepped onto the dragon-slaying platform.
But, how is this enough?
Even if Qiantang is dead, Wang Xiaotai still wants to dig it out, dig it out from the muddy ground, pinch its putrid flesh and bones bit by bit with his fingernails, and then bite down rugged marks on its unmelted bones, leaving it untouched. It couldn't die a good death, and even if it was reincarnated, it would have to be chased and killed by her dead soul.
Let it never have peace, so that Wang Xiaomo can get some peace.
When Wang Xiaoti rushed to that place, she almost knelt down on the ground and cried bitterly. What fell on Lishan Mountain in the heavy rain was really a red dragon!
The earthy smell from the rain was mixed with the pungent smell of blood. Wang Xiaomo carefully checked the dragon's condition. Unlike the mighty Qiantang, this red dragon was only as thick as Wang Xiaomo's calf, only as long as a person, and 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 were deeper, it could have severed the entire dragon's head. Dark red and sticky dragon blood dripped from the wound along with the rain. , immersed in the ground without a trace.
It fainted and lay motionless on the ground. It looked extremely pitiful. How could it look so majestic as a dragon?
Wang Xiaotai calmed down. She knew that this was not a Qiantang, at least not a Qiantang that had swallowed up 600,000 people.
She tore her skirt into strips and put the injured little dragon on a handmade stretcher tied with knots and branches according to the method that her father once taught her to tie large prey. Braving the pouring rain, he carried the dragon step by step, half carrying and half dragging it back to his yard.
The heavy rain poured down, and Wang Xiaomo's shoulder was strangled with deep blood marks by the dragon. She was soaked all over, human blood and dragon blood mixed together, soaking into the ground along with the rain.
She gritted her teeth and pulled Long towards her yard slowly step by step. If she couldn't pull her, she would drag her. If she couldn't pull her, she would push. If she couldn't push her, she would roll away. She kept walking and walking like this. She didn't know what it was like. Under the command of his own strength, the thin and weak Wang Xiaotai managed to get this heavy dragon back to his own territory.
Pushing open the courtyard door, the dim candlelight shone on Wang Xiaotai's excited face. Her eyes were red, her chest was rising and falling instead of calming down. Instead, it was getting more intense, her breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and her mood was as high as ever.
She closed the courtyard door and dragged the dragon into her room. Without bothering to change into dry clothes, she took out all the strong ropes she could find and used the thickest ones. The rope tied the dragon tightly to the pillar in her room. She tied it around and around, almost jumping with joy.
She had never felt so grateful to those classmates who tried to bully her. If it weren't for them, Li Jiutuan would not have turned his yard into a restricted area protected by many barriers, and there would not be those immortals in his yard. A gate formation that turns into a mortal without mana.
Now, in this unknown world, in this small yard where no one noticed, Wang Xiaomo moved the dragon back.
Now, this dragon is hers.
Seeing Xiaolong groaning a few times as if he had lost his mana and was unable to repair the wound on his own, Wang Xiaotai nodded with satisfaction, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and suppressed some surging emotions, but with little effect.
There was no other way, so she had to bend down and cover her face.
She breathed heavily, the air flow rubbing against her respiratory tract, and her whole body was shaking. She couldn't control herself. She finally looked at Xiaolong who was fainting on the ground and couldn't help laughing.
Hahahahaha!
After laughing for a long time, she seemed to remember something. She went out and locked the door of her 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 tonight was heavy enough and the ground was washed clean. Wang Xiaomo still cleaned up the road she walked on and moved the weeds and fallen leaves to the place where the little dragon fell. , covering up possible traces.
In the darkness, Wang Xiaotai looked at the road she was walking on, and then looked up at the sky far above. Although she couldn't see it, she knew that Lishan Mountain was guarded by a large formation. Logically speaking, this dragon should not fall silently. it's here.
Under normal circumstances, Li Jiutuan should be the first to discover this matter, not himself, a mortal.
But the fact is that no one knows that this dragon fell in Lishan Mountain. Except for the sound of wind and rain, everything is silent between heaven and earth. Wang Xiaotai can even hear her own rapid heartbeat.
If no one knows, does it mean that this dragon is hers?
Holding the shovel in her hand tightly, Wang Xiaotai took a deep breath of the fishy smell in the mountains, closed her eyes in the pouring rain, and raised her face to welcome more wind and rain.
