Bab 733: So She Thought (II)

On the seventh night after her landfall, the girl had been ambushed by a treacherous silver dragon and suffered significant injuries.

In the following half-month, she was unable to transform into a dragon and could only walk on the ground. Since she had to interact with humans eventually, she could only suffer through it. If all those humans had done was wail and curse and point, perhaps she would have been able to endure, but when that rural scholar with the surname Zhou charged over with his swollen face while talking about removing the four pests1, she could no longer endure.

As a noble Black Frost Dragon, her most important trait was that she loved cleanliness, so how could she allow a man stinking with the smell of alcohol to approach her?

On that day, just like she had tonight, she had extended her hand.

Thus, that scholar surnamed Zhou died, transforming into a flower of blood.