Wang Xiaotao didn't know that the woman in red and the woman in green had already gone through some discussions about whether to kill her or not.

She still dressed and ate as usual, went to Tianyi Pavilion to tidy up the bookcase as usual, took the latest book to the woman in Tsing Yi and then returned to her room.

During this period, Li Jiuyan came to see her, and Huang Xianfei brought people to harass her a few times, but the others finally lost interest because Wang Xiaotao did not go out, and no longer followed Huang Xianfei to her door to check in and sightsee.

Wang Xiaotao didn't report this matter to Li Jiuyan, anyway, Huang Xianfei didn't cause much harm, just made some noise, and there was no need to ask Li Jiuyan.

She still comes out day and night, rain or shine.

On this night, the bright moon was hidden, the dark clouds were low, the room was a little damp, and thunder was loud in the sky, as if the mountain rain was coming.

When Wang Xiaotao went out, he looked at the starless and moonless, humid enough to pinch out the water in the air, and brought an umbrella in advance.

Sure enough, when she was cleaning in Tianyi Pavilion by candlelight, she heard the rain falling outside, the rain was falling rapidly, dense like weaving, and the air was full of clear breath.

Wang Xiaotao stood under the eaves, looking at the Lishan Mountain in front of him, surviving the cold winter, and the mountains and forests burst out with vitality again, gradually revealing greenery.

It's spring again.

It's raining so hard today, I'm afraid I'm going to get soaked all the way, so I'll give the woman a book when the rain stops or gets lighter.

After cleaning, Wang Xiaotao blew out the candle and closed the door of Tianyi Pavilion, held up the umbrella, and walked into this sudden heavy rain, the bean-sized raindrops crackled and smashed on her oil-paper umbrella, the wind rose suddenly, Wang Xiaotao almost couldn't hold the umbrella that was invaded by the storm.

When he was struggling in the wind and rain, Wang Xiaotao suddenly threw away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand and began to run in one direction in the wind and rain.

Just as she looked up to identify the direction, she saw a red flame falling straight from the dark sky, and landed in the direction of the back mountain!

Wang Xiaotao was very sure of what she saw, it was a shadow that she would never forget when she turned to ashes.

It was a red dragon that fell on the mountain!

She had only seen a red dragon in her life.

Qiantang! Qiantang! Qiantang!

Wang Xiaotao's face was bruised, and she gritted her teeth and chased in that direction, and the direction of the fall was very close to her small yard.

Please, beg fate, let it be Qiantang! It doesn't matter if it dies at its hands or if it dies at its own hands.

Please, the gods and Buddhas, let it be Qiantang!

They all said that Qiantang had been ambushed, and they should feel that their revenge had been avenged, and they should be content.

At the beginning, Wang Xiaotao himself thought so, all grievances should end at the moment when Qiantang walked on the dragon platform.

But, how is this enough?

Even if Qiantang died, Wang Xiaotao wanted to turn it out, dig it out of the muddy ground, pinch its rotten flesh and bones with her fingernails, and then bite the rugged marks on its unmelted bones, so that it would not die well, and let it be chased and killed by her soul after being reincarnated.

Let it never be at peace, so that Wang Xiaomoss can get a little peace.

When Wang Xiaotao arrived at that place, she almost fell to her knees and cried bitterly, it was really a red dragon that fell on top of Lishan Mountain in the heavy rain!

The earthy smell of the rain was mixed with the pungent smell of blood, Wang Xiaotao carefully checked the situation of this dragon, and the mighty Qiantang was different, this red dragon was only the thickness of Wang Xiaotao's calf, and the length was only more than one person, and the scales were not as shallow as Qiantang.

This little dragon was covered in wounds, especially a deep scar on the dragon's head, and the scar could have cut off the entire dragon's head if it was deeper, and the dark red sticky dragon's blood flowed down from the wound and the rain, soaking into the ground and disappearing.

It fainted and motionless on the ground, looking very pitiful, how could it have the majestic appearance of the dragons?

Wang Xiaotao calmed down, she knew that this was not a Qiantang, at least not a Qiantang that devoured 600,000 people.

She tore her skirt into pieces, and according to the method that Daddy had taught her to knot large prey, she put the wounded little dragon on a handmade stretcher tied with knots and branches, and braved the pouring rain to carry the dragon back to her yard step by step.

The torrential rain was pouring, and Wang Xiaotao's shoulders were strangled by the dragon's deep blood marks, she was soaked, human blood and dragon blood were mixed together, and soaked to the ground along the rain.

She gritted her teeth and pulled the dragon to her yard step by step and slowly moved, dragging if she couldn't pull it, pushing it if she couldn't drag it, rolling if she couldn't push it, just stop and go, and I don't know what kind of force it was instructing, the thin and weak Wang Xiaomoss just got this dragon back to his own territory.

Pushing open the courtyard door, the dim candlelight shone on Wang Xiaotao's excited face, her eyes were red, her chest rose and fell without subsidence, but intensified, her breathing became thicker and thicker, and her emotions rose unprecedentedly.

She closed the door of the courtyard, dragged the dragon into her room, and without bothering to change herself into dry clothes, she took out all the sturdy ropes she could find, and tied the dragon firmly to the pillar of her room with the thickest of them, and she tied it round and round, and almost jumped for joy.

She had never felt so grateful to those classmates who tried to bully her, if it weren't for them, then Li Jiuyan would not have turned her courtyard into a forbidden area protected by many enchantments, and her courtyard would not have a gate control formation that turned those immortals into mortals without mana.

Now, in this enchantment that heaven and earth don't know, in this small courtyard where no one notices, Wang Xiaotao has brought the dragon back.

Now, this dragon is hers.

Looking at the little dragon who seemed to be unable to repair his wound on his own because he lost his mana, he snorted a few times, Wang Xiaotao nodded with satisfaction, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and suppressed some surging emotions, but with little effect.

There was no way, she had to bend down and cover her face.

She breathed heavily, the airflow rubbed against the airways, her whole body was trembling, it was really difficult to suppress herself, she finally looked at the fainting little dragon and couldn't help laughing.

Hahahahaha!

After laughing for a long time, she seemed to remember something, went out and locked the door of the room, took a farm shovel, closed the courtyard door and walked into the pouring rain again.

She went out to clean up the blood stains along the way, but fortunately, the rain was heavy enough tonight to wash the ground clean, and Wang Xiaotao still cleaned up all the roads she walked on, and pulled the weeds and fallen leaves to the place where the little dragon fell, covering up the possible traces.

In the dark, Wang Xiaotao looked at the road she was walking on, and then looked up at the sky far away, although she couldn't see it, but she knew that Lishan was guarded by a large array, and it stands to reason that this dragon should not fall here silently.

Under normal circumstances, it should be Li Jiuyan who first discovered this matter, not himself, a mortal.

But the fact is that no one knows that this dragon has fallen on Lishan Mountain, and everything between heaven and earth is silent except for the sound of wind and rain, and Wang Xiaotao can even hear his rapid heartbeat.

If no one knows, does that mean the dragon is hers?

Holding the shovel in his hand, Wang Xiaotao took a deep breath of the fishy smell in the mountains, closed his eyes in the pouring rain, and raised his face to meet more wind and rain.