Thanks for the invitation: In ancient times, people shared children

Chapter 107

This dragon is a bit stubborn and prefers Waiya who holds the Yinghua Axe, but just like what is written in the painting, it loves to eat everyone, young or old, regardless of gender!

If you can't catch Waiya, anything else will do.

The slowest old man Li was the first to be hit. He was rolled up by the dragon's tail and thrown into the sky. With a cheerful dragon roar, it opened its mouth and swallowed him into its stomach.

The chewing sound stopped after only two or three breaths.

When Zhuier died, Old Man Li's blood had not yet dried and was sticky on the dragon's whiskers.

"what!"

Half of her sister's body fell in front of her and seemed to be twitching. Hu Shanniang was so scared that she screamed and ran away crawling.

The child and Waiya had already taken advantage of this opportunity to run out, without even having time to put away the Yinghua Axe, and simply threw it on the stone platform.

But the demon dragon had learned his lesson. The meat on his mouth fell without even looking at it. He stopped them first, and the three of them were like trapped beasts.

It could only run back and forth in the cave, sometimes fast and sometimes slow in pursuit. It was obvious that it found this very interesting.

What does a person think about when he is about to die?

Chang Xiaoyu, Old Man Li and Hu Zhuier who died didn't have time to think about anything.

Without any obsession or regret, he just died in a confused manner.

What were the dying child, Waiya and Hu Shanniang thinking?

Run! Run! Run!

The child suddenly fell down, and in the blink of an eye the dragon rushed down. She drew her dagger and waved it in front of her.

But nothing happened, it wasn't directed at me.

It’s Cao Ping…

He is the unlucky one.

Live silently, die silently.

He swung the knife, only cutting off a small section of the tentacle, which angered the dragon.

He was beaten to death in an instant, without making any sound.

The child ran and shouted: "I will burn paper for you!"

"Burn it for yourself..."

A man ran past the child.

It’s him, it’s him, it’s Cao Ping who just died.

It's hard for a child not to look back.

The big fish that just died can still jump around.

What exactly is his talent? It's really baffling.

The dragon's head was obviously stupid again, and it touched the fish with its claws.

Can't figure it out, but it's not picky.

Eat it quickly and cleanly.

When it raised its head again: Where are the people?

Hu Shanniang lay in the crack of the stone platform, waiting for the opportunity to come.

Waiya made up her mind and stuffed herself into the dragon's stomach, feeling at ease with the dirty things.

Cao Ping himself has a very low sense of presence, so he can just find a rock to hide behind.

As for the children...

Cao Ping glared at the child squeezed next to him: Get out of here!

The child pretended not to see, as if he had a blind spot.

So they were in trouble together, because they were the most conspicuous when seen from a high place.

The stones were all smashed and blown up.

Cao Ping ran out and cursed: "You are a disaster!"

The child was surprised: "You know this too?"

She thought that not many people knew her name.

Cao Ping: ...What did she say?

"Don't follow me!" He ran away angrily.

Child: "Who cares? There's no point in following you!"

She decisively changed direction and ran to the other side.

The evil dragon really followed her. Cao Ping breathed a sigh of relief and took the opportunity to escape to the exit.

The brave ones escaped first, and the rest were left dumbfounded.

In fact, it was just a child, and Waiya and Hu Shanniang didn’t see it at all.

Only she was thinking indignantly:

He just ran away like that?

What kind of talent is this? Can everyone have one?

That was obviously impossible. The dragon had had enough of teasing, so it lowered its head, half-closed its eyes, and rushed over with its mouth open, ready to enjoy this little snack.

The child stopped running and held the dagger, ready to stab the animal's nose or eyes. Of course, it would be better if he could cut the tongue.

In a flash, a swung axe flew towards them, with a sound of breaking through the air.

It's really hard to say who was hit.

Anyway, the child rushed towards the dragon with her first foot, and the axe flew past the place where her head had just been, and stopped only after hitting the stone wall.

Waiya, who had exerted great strength, spun several more times due to inertia, and fell dizzy on the stone platform, still asking, "Are you okay?"

"Good luck to you, grandma!"

The child who grabbed the dragon's horns and rode on the dragon's head roared with tears.

Why does this happen?

She should have died a heroic death!

But...it's worth it~

She felt strangely comforted.

This dragon is really stupid, and anything can make it dazed. The child could have run past its mouth while it was dazed, but it came to its senses in time and was about to turn its head to bite her. As expected, the child pulled its whiskers, and it shook its head in pain.

The next moment, the pain in his beard was gone, but his head felt a little heavy.

Shake, shake, shake.

"Ahhh!"

The fear of being caught and flown around by An Xiu Ze's spiritual power surged into the child's heart again, and he screamed loudly.

Too noisy.

So Long swung harder.

At first, the child could sit by holding on to both dragon horns, but later he could only hold on to one.

Later, she could hardly catch any of them, and her small dagger finally came in handy. There were a few very small scales on the side of the dragon's neck. They were very light in color, growing upside down, and rising and falling with its breathing.

That is where the heart is, and also where the spiritual palace is. The dragon's demon pill, or dragon ball, is located there.

As the saying goes, a dragon has a reverse scale, and anyone who touches it will die.

The child bravely stabbed with a knife, so it was understandable that he was thrown out.

She was very good at picking, and that was indeed a soft spot, so the scales on it looked tender, but in fact it was the hardest part of the dragon's body.

Her bones were definitely broken, but she could still move. When the pain was too much, she would stand up as if nothing had happened. She felt nothing and her mind was exceptionally clear.

The knife fell far away and landed in front of Hu Shanniang under the stone platform.

"Throw it to me!"

"Ah, oh!"

Hu Shanniang stretched out her hand and threw it with force.

"Kill it..."

Only Hu Shanniang could hear her mumbling.

The angry dragon became even angrier when he saw the hand that was suddenly extended. After a long roar, he suddenly spit out a ball of ice and smashed it towards where Hu Shanniang was.

A piece of the stone platform collapsed, and she stretched out her hand, not knowing whether she was alive or dead.

The child dodged the other ice ball nimbly.

Waiya's axe was right here, humming continuously. It had left the ground and looked like it could fly.

The child's eyes went dark and she felt like she was going to die, but her body was still strong enough to do one last thing.

So she grabbed the axe and, like Waiya, spun it around and threw it towards the stone platform: "Quick!"

There was no more words, the demon dragon was already within reach.

Waiya might run away, but she would always make the same choice, jumping up from the stone platform with the axe in hand and chopping down with all her strength.

This was probably the bravest time for Hu Shanniang. She rushed out and hugged Long's tail that was swinging towards Waiya.

"Kill it!"

She finally shouted out, does she have someone she likes?

Her natural talent makes her unconsciously attract people's attention, so she blurs the lines between likes and dislikes.

But... she thought, she must like her sister, the sister who follows her endlessly like a puppy, the sister who is always inexplicable, the sister with a round head and a round brain. She said, "I don't like my sister because of some magic potion. My sister is so beautiful, so good, she covers me with a quilt, makes sour jujube cakes, listens to me and plays with me, and braids my hair into pretty pigtails..."

She babble, "So my sister is the best, the second best sister in the world."

“Why not number one?”

"Because my sister is so nice to others, I hate it the most. That's why I'm only a little bit away from first place!"

"Wow! That's just a little bit. I have to work harder!"

Would the second best sister in the world run away when her younger sister dies?

Zhuier, she is far from perfect.

Hu Shanniang pounced on her.

How stupid, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating one's own abilities.

When she died, her memory seemed to go back to the past, when her younger sister was just born and she was still a little girl. Her parents held her younger sister in their arms and showed her:

"Shan Niang, please give your sister a name."

She said, "Zhui'er."

Her family was very good at weaving fans. The most beautiful fan had a handle with a pendant, and a beautiful rain flower stone was wrapped with grass-green silk thread.

When she slept, her mother would lie beside her and fan her to drive away mosquitoes. She was still young at that time and always thought that fans would have pendants.

Of course, my sister’s name should be very close to her.

So let’s call her Zhuier.

Later, she found her younger sister annoying, and her parents once said with a smile that the name was not well chosen, so she became a follower.

That’s probably the reason. If I had known earlier, I should have ordered something else.

She vaguely heard a crisp crackling sound.

It came from herself.