How to kill a dragon?
Wang Xiaotai has been grappling with this issue for many years.
She had been stained with blood, made mistakes, and been hurt.
She hated this unfair world with a burning heart, and hated the gods and Buddhas in the sky for not saving her.
The hot hatred and cold resentment opened their sharp mouths, gnawing at her day and night, torturing her and entangled her.
What's even more painful is that she still has reason.
It would be better if he were a pure madman, just go crazy and die in this blissful madness.
But she didn't go crazy, and she could bear the hatred that was fermenting and swelling day by day soberly and rationally.
The Jinghe River spans 800 miles and has a population of 600,000.
I should be the only one in the world who still remembers these things.
After a hundred cups of marigold wine, he becomes completely mad.
But her sanity did not waver at all.
Over the years, Wang Xiaotai has traveled across Jiuzhou. No matter how gentle and calm she appears on the outside, only she knows her own turmoil and anxiety.
There is a Buddhist verse in the Buddhist scriptures that says: The mind that does evil in the front is like a cloud covering the moon; the mind that is good in the back is like a torch dimming.
I wonder if the dark clouds in the high sky outside Dongting Lake, which has thousands of layers, have covered the bright moon.
Wang Xiaotai put down the wine glass in his hand and stood up.
The bright light of the night pearl was faintly red at this time, looking blurry and ambiguous. Wang Xiaotai was dressed in a red dress. There was not much makeup on her plain white face, and a red Guanyin mole between her eyebrows added a bit of beauty.
When she stood up, the blush in the room seemed to ripple with the hem of her skirt.
And her actions were not noticed by any of the dragons present.
They looked intoxicated and closed their eyes, enjoying the feast of incense brought to them by Wang Xiaotai, regardless of the changes in their surroundings.
The light and shadow in the hall were slanted, the light gradually dimmed, and everyone's face was dim and unclear. This festive banquet was more psychedelic and gloomy than a dream.
Wang Xiaotai walked up to a dragon, squatted down, and pinched his chin.
The Dragon Clan fan whose chin was pinched by Wang Xiaotai opened his eyes, and immediately ran into Wang Xiaotai's brilliant golden eyes.
All the beauty and splendor of the three thousand worlds melted in these eyes, brewing a honey-like sweetness that attracted all the attention of the dragon clan.
The dragon's saliva dripped down his chin that was open and could not be closed. Unknowingly, he looked at Wang Xiaotai's eyes and was mesmerized by those beautiful and almost demonic golden eyes. He forgot to breathe, and his whole body was filled with blood. Stiff, unable to move even an inch.
Wang Xiaomo's eyes lowered, "Is the Seventh Generation delicious?"
This person is the dragon who just said that people from the seventh life are delicious. Wang Xiaotai clearly heard him and the people around him show off that he had not only eaten people from the seventh life, but also people from the ninth life. The taste was wonderful. .
He also said that the taste of good people is indeed better than that of evil people. The evil spirit in the flesh of evil people will destroy the texture of the muscles, so it is better to encourage human beings to do more good deeds.
It's so smug it's disgusting.
The dragon seemed to have heard it and nodded in Wang Xiaomo's palm.
"Do you like these powers of faith?"
The dragon's eyes were blurred, and he was obviously fascinated. He could only nod.
Wang Xiaomo raised the corner of her mouth and said, "Then eat enough."
She spread her five fingers and pressed her palms on the top of the dragon's head. Her golden pupils shrank slightly. The dragon's bones were the hardest in the world, but Wang Xiaotai's fingers actually inserted into the dragon's head!
Countless power of faith was poured into the dragon's body in half a breath.
Normally, the dragon clan would be overjoyed, but for some reason, he was unable to absorb the power of faith that Wang Xiaotai gave him, and could only bear the mountain-like power of faith with his physical body.
His body gradually expanded, and the tendons on his body quickly covered his whole body in a terrifying shape.
He was like a rubber ball that was bulging to the point where it could no longer bulge. His whole body was cracked and would explode if he was poked lightly.
Changsheng looked at the purple and bulging veins on the dragon's body, her body trembling slightly. She gritted her teeth, not because she was afraid, but because this scene seemed familiar. She had seen such cracks on the body of Jinbei Whale before.
That wasn't the first time she'd seen such a death.
The first time was that stupid swordsman named Chu Ge.
The other hand reached over, took the wine bottle on the table, and poured all the marigold inside into the dragon's mouth!
The originally cold and refreshing marigold wine slid down the esophagus, but like a burning poisonous fire, it quickly ignited the dragon's originally tough intestines and stomach, vying to bite his slightly weaker internal organs and muscles.
The dragon's limbs were trembling, big beads of sweat appeared all over his body, and his throat was rattling. He clutched his swollen and painful face desperately, each claw digging deep into the flesh, and his lips and eye sockets were covered with thick bruises at the same time.
One by one, he dug deep scars on his face that were visible to the bone.
Changsheng bit his lips, stepped forward, and grabbed the white jade mushroom on the table. The sticky juice flowed into his hand, and Changsheng stuffed the entire plate of white jade mushroom into the dragon's throat.
Not only the white jade mushroom, but Changsheng's entire fist was stuffed into the dragon's throat that was spitting blood.
Chang Sheng forcefully pounded the whole piece of white jade mushroom into his throat, which required chewing slowly before swallowing.
One after another, punch after punch, trembling all over, showing no mercy.
If you like to eat, I'll let you eat as much as you like.
Part of the white jade mushroom exploded in the dragon's mouth, mixing with blood into a sticky puddle.
Not long after, there was a 'bang' sound, and the dragon's brain exploded, and the entire jaw and throat were torn apart by external forces. Only a few strands of fascia were still weakly beating and struggling.
With a 'guk' sound, the white jade mushroom that had been stuffed by Changsheng but not yet mashed slipped out from his cracked throat. He had no chance to chew it. The hot dragon's blood spurted high and splashed on everyone. on the body.
Everyone had no expression, looking up and enjoying this unparalleled sacrificial ceremony.
We are bleeding together today, and we share misfortunes and blessings in this life.
Since all mortals must die, why don't you die?
No one came to kill you in the past. That was because people's life span is short and they cannot remember so much hatred.
Now, someone remembers.
Someone is coming to kill you.
One by one, one by one, no dragon clan can survive this massacre.
Just like the mortals who had been slaughtered, there was nowhere to escape.
All the gentlemen present are complicit.
Wang Xiaotai let go of her hand, and the dragon fell softly to the table, making no sound anymore.
Before he died, he scratched his own burning throat.
Everything happened so fast that he died before he could even transform into his original form.
What's more, Wang Xiaotai didn't give him a chance to transform into his original form. Ever since she tested Ao Shun on the potion that fixed his form and was also useful for dragons, she has been collecting these potions over the years, constantly transforming them, and constantly evolving.
All she needs is a chance to have a cup of tea with the Dragon Clan.
"In the past, dragons ate people for countless times. Today, attacks and defenses go against the grain. Gentlemen, let's have a feast!"
Wang Xiaotai's red wedding dress was fluttered, and the black-robed priests gathered around with a small knife. They silently cut open the dragon's skin and flesh, without using ingredients or roasting, using blood as a supplement. The dead dragon was devoured.
Suddenly, in this bright red and purple wedding hall, there was only the sound of greedy chewing.
This scene vaguely overlapped with the scene where the immortals on the Dragon Extermination Platform shared the food of the dragon clan. The only difference was that the black-robed priests brought by Wang Xiaotai looked quite elegant when eating, and their human muscles were tighter than when they were dragons.
It has a 'crunchy' texture when chewed and has a good taste.
Wang Xiaotai shook her fingers and looked at her nails carefully. There was a slight golden light shining on them, and there was a thin layer of golden scales at the front of Wang Xiaotai's nails.
Even though she scratched the dragon's skull, the nails were not damaged at all. They were as intact as ever, and they made her fingers even more delicate.
"Bless you, my queen. Finally, Ao Ren's dragon scales were not wasted."
Wang Xiaotai finally had a sincere smile at this time. She looked at the little girl standing next to her and said, "You are quite smart."
Beside her, a little girl in black robe put her right hand inwards, placed it on her heart, and knelt down on one knee facing Wang Xiaotai, "I am willing to die for the empress."
This little girl is the latest black-robed priest to appear. Her name is Xingzhu. She is young but has a ruthless nature, and she only looks after Wang Xiaotai.
Unlike most black-robed priests, this little girl found Fuyao Empress on her own. She visited the temple for Empress Fuyao in a not-so-popular Fuyao Temple.
In his first life as a temple sweeper, he had a lonely fate. He found a life-saving steamed bun in Fuyao Temple, and since then he converted and made a great wish to obtain a golden body for Empress Fuyao.
In order to give Fuyao Empress a golden body, she went out to beg and was beaten to death in the snow. She was only fifteen years old when she died.
In the second life, she was born into a rich man's family, but she had determined since she was a child that she would never marry and start a family, and that she would spend her whole life sweeping the temple for Empress Fuyao. In order to show her ambition, she even twisted her hair.
Her family couldn't help but granted her wish.
She lived eighty years in this life, brushing the dust and cleaning her body every day, without ever showing any signs of neglect.
On the day she died, she saw that the Guanyin mole on the forehead of the Fuyao Empress statue seemed not red enough, so she stepped on the ladder tremblingly, climbed up, bit her finger, and soaked the statue with blood.
When she came down, she lost her footing, fell from a height, and died in front of the statue of Empress Fuyao.
When she died, a drop of cold water fell on her body. I don't know if it was dew or something.
It was like Fuyao Empress, whom she had served all her life, left a tear for her.
In her third life, maybe it was destined that the world was in chaos. The place where she lived was captured by the enemy's rebels. She was about to die under the iron hooves of the rebels. A strong wind blew, and Empress Fuyao descended from the sky, carrying light with her. Then, spring came to the isolated city overnight.
Empress Fuyao finally came for her.
She finally erected a golden statue for Empress Fuyao. On the night when the statue was erected, she looked at the statue of Empress Fuyao with great happiness and joy. After one night, she curled up and prostrated at the feet of the statue. , died without any illness.
Until this life, somehow, she found Wang Xiaotai on her own and voluntarily followed her, hoping that she could contribute a little to her.
Wang Xiaotai took her with him.
At this banquet in front of the Daluobao Hall, the host and guest have changed.
Xitang has become a slaughterhouse.
Countless black-robed priests entered the palace from all directions for the banquet. Each of them had a dagger made of dragon scales in their hands. Without words or greetings, they thrust it into the middle of the heads of the dragons who were still intoxicated by the incense.
The thick dragon's blood splashed into the wine glass, and the clear wine became turbid, swaying in the fire, and the color was as bright as blood.
Wang Xiaotai once prayed to gods and Buddhas to find out how to kill a dragon, but now what she saw in front of her was a nest of dragons.
A brood can no longer transform into a dragon, and it is rare to find a weak dragon.
How to kill this brood of dragons?
Wang Xiaotai has been preparing for this for three hundred years.
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Happy Children’s Day, classmates!
After looking through it for a long time, I really couldn’t find which book friend the name Xingzhu came from. I didn’t write it down at the time. If you can see it here, come and claim it yourself ()
