144 “Female Counterattack (H)” Chapter 143

004 Dragon King from Another World

As if she had been sleeping for a thousand years, Ning Wan’s eyelids felt warm and she opened them with difficulty. What she saw was a few rays of sunlight in the early morning, passing through the mottled tree shadows and reflecting in her eyes.So quiet and clear.

After being stunned for a few seconds, she suddenly shouted and sat up to check herself.

The clothes were still the same as before they were separated from the tribe, a water-red double-breasted moire skirt, and sheepskin boots on her feet. Even the cuts scratched by thorns and mud spots after entering the mountains remained unchanged.After bouncing in place twice more, my body didn’t feel any discomfort. It turned out… was it all just a dream?

Just why the dream was so real? Ning Wan couldn’t help but blush slightly as she recalled the madness at that time in her mind.

“Girl, are you awake?”

A clear male voice sounded from behind. Ning Wan was so startled that she screamed again and turned around… What kind of man was he? He was dressed in a black robe that made him tall and tall. He only had a jade-colored belt tied around his waist, and his long crow-green hair was shawl.And the most attractive thing is his pair of dark and gloomy eyes, which are as fascinating as the shining water and the moon.

Ning Wan was almost dumbfounded. She thought for no reason, “It really is a dragon and a phoenix, and its nature is natural.” Wait, isn’t this the description of the appearance of the green dragon in human form in the original work?I just didn’t expect that the man behind the few words would be so handsome, but his mind was as dark and deep as the sea. It’s no wonder that the original person would be fascinated by him.

At that moment, she thought about it several times. It seemed that the weird wind last night and the strange dream were all his work. As for whether it really happened… she refused to think about it.Ning Wan frowned: “Who are you?”

The man bowed his hands and smiled warmly: “The girl was frightened. My surname is Mei and my name is Qingnong. There was heavy fog in Qixia Mountain last night. I heard the girl’s cry for help and rescued her. But then she fell into a coma and I was very worried.”

“So that’s it…Thank you, Mr. Mei.” Ning Wan Rourou performed a blessing ceremony, perfectly expressing the emotions of shock, surprise, confusion, gratitude and so on.Since he dared to openly act like a monster and abduct her, and he came harmlessly to increase his favorability, the story must have been arranged well. If she didn’t ask him, she was afraid that he would become suspicious, so she paused and whispered, “Why did Mr. Mei come to Qixia Mountain?”

Mei Qing looked at Ning Wan lovingly with a pair of dark eyes, her smile did not diminish, and her tone was sincere: “It’s a long story, and to be fair to you, girl, I went to the mountain this time because I learned that there will be a green dragon in the mountain that will overcome the tribulation and ascend, and I just want to shake the trees and kill the evil animals.”

“Oh, I see that the young master is not a member of the dragon-hunting tribe. What is your intention?”

All the spring breeze-like curves on the man’s face disappeared frame by frame. He clenched his fists with his slender fingers and stared sideways at the ancient trees beside him. He spoke for a long time: “Fifteen years ago, a dragon with three thousand years of cultivation came out of the Qilian Mountains. When it first came out of the mountain, it sucked up all the rivers within a radius of three hundred miles, causing a severe drought that lasted for two years. The local people had no harvest, and more than half were killed or injured. Those who survived were all turned into human beings. However……Two years later, when people received the first life-saving rain, the dragon came out of the mountains again and vomited out the water it sucked in, causing a flash flood that was more terrifying than the drought. Almost no one in the local villagers survived…”

His voice was low and angry, and when he recounted it, it was like a heavy and tragic historical scroll slowly unfolding before Ning Wan’s eyes.