Volume 1, Chengguan Fighting Dragon

The dark caverns that smelled of sulfur reverberated with terrifying sounds that would make anyone's teeth chatter.

Wang Qiu had a Supor brand stainless steel soup pot on his head, a Galanz brand pressure cooker lid in his left hand, and a Yangjiang Shibazi brand kitchen knife in his right hand, standing on a pile of ancient coins and metal utensils with a dull color, and his body was covered with cold sweat.

On his left, there is a single-ponytailed long-haired royal sister with a colorless face, and on his right, there is a cute Lori holding her head and squatting.

At this moment, the two women were all pale and trembling like chaff.

And farther away, on the edge of the cave wall, lay a corpse that had been gnawed and fleshed into a blur of flesh.

From the depths of the cavern, there was a terrifying roar and the sound of something moving slowly.

Although they had not witnessed each other's true faces, the three of them knew very well that it was a legendary dragon.

What's worse is that they are in the middle of the dragon's cave where the dragon's treasure and eggs are kept.

Obviously, if this dragon discovers the three uninvited guests in the cave, Wang Qiu and them will still be lightly burned to charcoal by the dragon's breath, and they may be directly dismantled and eaten by the angry dragon.

“…… Hey, hey! Aren't you ready for the next otherworldly teleportation? You don't really want to be dragon dung here! ”

The royal sister who was directly under the black chief asked with a trembling finger poking Wang Qiu while cramping her legs and stomach.

“…… Belch...... Please hold on a little longer, it will take about half a minute! ”

Wang Qiu, a warrior with a soup pot on his head and a kitchen knife and a pressure cooker lid, replied with a sad face.

How did such a fantasy scene like an RPG game happen in Wang Qiu's daily life?

Please read the following carefully.