"You, what are you talking about?" The saint's face turned pale.
Tian Miao sighed softly, raised his hand and waved it, and a huge dragon appeared above the temple. The huge dragon looked down at the saint and whispered angrily.
The people on the mountain screamed.
dragon!
It's really a dragon!
And it is an angry dragon!
Is it because of this dragon that has been raining for half a year?
The dragon let out a long roar again, swam in the air, and flew to Tianmiao's side. The huge dragon head approached Tianmiao. She sobbed twice, and the people below were surprised to understand the grievances in the dragon's voice.
"It's so hard for you." Tian Miao stretched out his hand and gently touched the horn of the dragon, then looked at the saint standing in front of the temple with a pale face, with a stern tone, "And you, imprisoned the young dragon and took him day and night
The blood of the dragon extends your monster lover's life. The Dragon Mother is here to let you release the young dragon, but you are free from fear. The Dragon Mother can completely destroy all this, but she can't bear to pay the price for so many lives because of your stupidity.
I have been enduring, so the rain lasted for so long, and she gave you so many opportunities, and you are still obsessed with it."
The people were in an uproar, and then looked at the Saint in anger. If they could kill people, the Saint had already been torn to pieces and crushed their bones and ashes. This disaster caused them to lose their homes and their relatives, and many others were left.
Lost life.
And the source of this disaster was actually because of the personal selfishness of the saint they respected the most.
Did she forget what the saint's duty was?
How could she bear to watch so many people who love her die in front of her?
How could she comfort the people who lost their homeland and loved ones with pity?
"As a saint, I protect everyone's safety and happiness. Who will protect my happiness?" The saint asked loudly without consent, "Who can see my suffering?
I kneel in front of the temple day and night to pray for the people. I have given my youth and my life, so who will consider me again?"
"You can choose not to be a saint, and no one has ever forced you." Tian Miao said coldly, "You seem to have forgotten your original intention of joining the temple, and you seem to have forgotten the purpose of the temple giving you the ability.
There is nothing wrong with pursuing happiness, but why do you let the whole people be buried with your love?"
The saint was stunned.
Tianmiao blinked his fingers, and the next moment, a young white dragon appeared beside the dragon. The dragon let out a long roar that shook the sky, full of excitement and joy. The next moment, she roared in pain again. Because the young one was young
The white dragon was covered in bruises, and the scars on his body changed into old and new, extremely weak. Tian Miao stretched out his hand and touched the little white dragon's head. The little white dragon, who was already dying, was immediately energetic. When he opened his eyes and saw his mother, he whistled happily
He got up and swam up and down the Dragon Mother, and was very intimate. Then he rubbed his dragon horns against Tianmiao's palms, full of gratitude and happiness. The Dragon Mother also let out a long and excited whisper.
"Go and go back to your habitat. Don't run around until you are not strong enough." Tian Miao smiled and said to the two dragons, "Don't worry, everything has its own cause and effect. The disaster you have to do with it is also a disaster that has no choice but to do so."
Don't feel guilty, I will restart all this. The suffering you have suffered will be compensated. And the evil committed by this saint will be repaid."
The dragon mother took the little white dragon to swim in the air, saluting to Tianmiao and then saluting. Finally, she roared for a long time, rushed up to the clouds and disappeared into everyone's eyes.
The saint trembled all over, gritted her teeth, and tried to keep herself upright.