Chapter 113 When the koi enters the horror game (16)
Can't run out!
The entire village was like a huge rotating cage, and Duan Youli was like a wild beast in a maze that kept biting and charging. He tried his best, but was finally bounced back by the cold iron pillar.
He was thrown to the ground by a force of nothingness. During the roll, he did not forget to protect Xiao Qinglong's head and gently pressed him into his arms.
"pain……"
Nan Xian let out a groan of pain.
The scales on her abdomen were all pulled out, and her skin was as tender as a newborn baby. Even though the young man protected her, wounds were still caused by the ground.
Bloodshot threads soaked through the heavenly clothes as thin as cicada wings, and scarlet stained the young man's eyes.
He picked up the person at a loss, and the corners of his mouth, which always showed a hearty smile, pursed in a panic, and said, "I will take you back to apply medicine, and the pain will be gone soon."
The villagers chased after them and surrounded the two men with ferocious faces.
"Let go of Lord Dragon God!"
"How dare you interrupt Lord Dragon God's rainfall, you damn foreigner!"
"Kick him out of the village, he has blasphemed the Dragon God!"
The crowd was excited. Zhang Mengqi stood among a group of roaring villagers and looked worriedly at the young man holding the Green Dragon God.
What she worried about finally came true.
But this is just a virtual character in the game. No matter how beautiful Qinglong is, how can he be tempted by someone who doesn't exist in reality?
The uproar made Nan Xian raise his heavy eyelids.
Her almond-like eyes were filled with the confusion of a newly awakened person. The clouds dispersed, and the red and scorching sun on the horizon illuminated the faces of the originally kind and amiable villagers in a strange way.
The pain in her body reminded her of what had just happened.
She glanced at the pale young man, then turned to look at a group of villagers who were eyeing him and might kill him at any time. She said in a hollow voice, "He is my friend."
The villagers chewed the word "friend" in astonishment, and the voices of shouting and killing to expel the young man from the village became quieter, but they were still restless.
The village chief turned to the villagers with a smile and signaled for silence.
"Since we are friends of Lord Dragon God, it must be a misunderstanding. Let's all leave. Lord Dragon God will definitely choose an auspicious day to send down the rain!"
The villagers dispersed unwillingly and angrily.
No one does not resent the evil man who interrupted the Dragon God's rain.
They were like a group of blind beasts, selectively ignoring the pale and tired face of the Dragon God and the blood-stained clothes. They only knew that their goals had not been achieved.
The gears of the game are still turning.
Three days later, Qinglong still had a rain in the eyes of all the villagers who were looking forward to and praying for it.
The village chief ordered several strong men in the village to keep Duan Youli under guard, fearing that an accident like the last time would happen again.
But no one expected that the Dragon God would suddenly reveal his true form during the rain.
Strong winds blew, flying sand and rocks, dense thunder and lightning passed through the sky, and desolate raindrops hit Qinglong's young and fragile body, which had lost the protection of its scales.
It was like silver needles falling from the sky, punishing Qinglong by asking him to taste the severe pain of thousands of arrows piercing his heart.
The roar of dragons and the painful screams made everyone's heart tighten when they heard it.
The villagers were afraid that Qinglong would hurt someone, so they all backed away with frightened expressions on their faces.
Everyone was retreating, but the handsome boy was like a fish swimming upstream in the pouring rain. Regardless of resistance and fear, he hugged Qinglong's neck and held his face against his face.
He can't understand dragon language.
But he knew that she must be crying out that it hurts, it hurts so much...
The Qinglong transformed into a huge prototype, and was dying in the temple. The handsome young man who served the Qinglong was with him.
The villagers were very dissatisfied with this, thinking that since the Dragon God came to Bucun, the villagers of Bucun should take care of him.
The villagers' heart is clear, caring is fake, taking the opportunity to make some money is real.
There is a rumor in the village that the village chief has fewer wrinkles on his face in recent days and looks younger and more energetic, all because he takes the blood of Qinglong Fairy every day.
People's hearts are ready to stir, and there are many villagers wandering outside the temple every day. Duan Youli has already beaten up several villagers who sneaked into the temple to pull out their scales and draw blood.
After the villagers who were beaten away by him escaped from the temple in piss, the evil people in the village first complained and spread rumors that Duan Youli controlled the Dragon God.
The villagers' hatred towards the boy grew stronger.
Days passed, and as described in the background of the game, the short and thin man and the people in his village brought the epidemic to the village.
A month later, people in the village began to fall ill one after another. After more than a dozen people died, people in the village were panicked. The village chief led a large number of villagers to the temple to pray to the Dragon God to remove the disease.
Little Green Dragon is their only life-saving straw.
Their lives were at stake. The villagers tore off their usual hypocrisy, broke open the simple and solemn temple doors, and rushed into the temple one by one like evil ghosts.
The temple is surrounded by green trees and flowers. In front of the main hall are two lifelike clay dragon statues made by village craftsmen.
At this time, behind the statue and under the hanging golden plaque, stood a handsome and cold young man.
He held a giant ax in his hand, and the ax head was polished and extremely sharp. Just like his sharp and cold eyes, he stared indifferently at the uninvited guests who broke into the temple.
Everyone was frightened by the cold evil energy circulating around the young man.
They stopped five feet away, staring fearfully at the giant ax that reflected their figures, and shouted uneasily: "Get out of the way, we want to see Lord Dragon God!"
"Do you think you can stop so many of us? If we all charge together, I don't believe he really dares to kill!"
"Yes! There are so many of us, are we afraid of him? Before he entered the village, Lord Dragon God clearly knew that he was a god of plague!"
"God of Plague! God of Plague!"
The villagers rushed over like a tide. Duan Youli's eyes were fierce, he raised his ax and struck down, large strings of blood splashed on his face and body, and the villager died with his eyes wide open.
"ah!"
"Killing! Killing!"
There was a commotion in the crowd, but not everyone was scared away. Some people took advantage of others to pester the boy and got into the main hall and went straight to the back room.
Seeing the weak Dragon God on the ground, their eyes shone with strange light, as if what was on the ground was not a god, but a gold mine that had been dug out!
The villagers stretched out their hands greedily, roughly tore off the dim dragon scales and put them into their arms, and then used their dirty and dark fingertips to pick and dig out the dragon flesh.
Even like a hyena, it lowers its head and uses its teeth to tear into dragon flesh and drink dragon blood.
The young man chased into the palace, and when he saw the scene in front of him, his eyes turned red from stimulation: "Stop, stop! Don't touch her!"
The ax struck at the villagers like crazy. The sharp ax penetrated the villagers' bodies. The scales and dragon meat that fell out of the villagers' arms were immediately snatched by others.
"ah!"
The ax chopped off the hand that was reaching out to pick up scales on the ground. The man let out a miserable cry, and his wrist was bloody and bloody.