The little dragon bit Luo Jiujiang's wrist hard, drawing blood instantly. Luo Jiujiang gasped, but his first reaction wasn't to shake the blue dragon off.
"Little guy, this is not good..." Luo Jiujiang's movements were still gentle. He lifted the blue dragon by its seven-inch point and slowly tore it away from the wound on his wrist. He brought the wound to his lips and sucked, his mouth filled with the sweet, fishy taste of his own blood.
The blue dragon feigned death the moment Luo Jiujiang grasped it. Its head and tail drooped, swaying slowly in the sea breeze. It looked as if it was dying, leaving Luo Jiujiang unable to utter a single word of blame. He could only smile wryly and say, "...Are you hungry?"
Of course Xiaolong wouldn't answer him.
Luo Jiujiang had no choice but to place it back in his palm, carefully guarding against it biting him again while he went to the beach to pick up some starfish, crabs, and small fish to feed the blue dragon. Although the dragon was still thin and lonely, Luo Jiujiang seemed to see the imaginary image of a majestic dragon hovering in the sky when he looked at it.
After Luo Jiujiang had gathered all the food and piled it into a small pile on the beach, he sat down cross-legged and picked up the food one by one to feed it. Unexpectedly, this blue dragon was so dignified that it would rather starve to death than eat the food given out of pity. With the scent of fresh fish already in its nose, it even turned its head away!
Luo Jiujiang: “…”
Come to think of it, if Xiaolong ate these things on the beach, why would he be so hungry when he picked them up?
Luo Jiujiang sighed anxiously, but his movements were quick and decisive, without even a moment's hesitation. He brought his wrist back to the blue dragon's mouth, where teeth marks were evident. Blood, barely clotted, was still slowly seeping from the wound. He touched the dragon's muzzle suggestively, warning, "Bite it, but let's make it three rules: no chewing."
The blue dragon raised its neck to glance at him, but didn't open its mouth again. It nudged Luo Jiujiang's still-bleeding wrist with its cold head, then slowly wrapped its entire body around it, like a blue bracelet gleaming with a metallic coldness. Luo Jiujiang nudged it gently with his fingers, but it remained motionless, as if determined to set up camp there.
But he doesn't look hungry.
...Okay, let love linger around my wrist. Luo Jiujiang was open-minded and let the blue dragon do whatever it wanted while he stood up and resumed his journey.
The man and the dragon walked together like this, and no one knew how long they had been walking.
Aside from the monotonous sounds of wind and sea, there was finally some movement in the distance, something like the sound of wheels. Luo Jiujiang was delighted, and he stopped and looked into the distance. He saw a black dot in the distance ahead, getting closer and closer. It turned out to be a wheelchair.
Empty wheelchair, no one.
In reality, this weird situation was enough to make Luo Jiujiang wonder eight or ten times in his mind, but in his dream he accepted it all so easily, as if there should be such an old wooden wheelchair on the beach that was rocking by itself without anyone there.
The wheelchair chugs and creaks towards him with unbridled speed, no slower than Luo Jiujiang's at full throttle. It races like lightning, with a ferocious, unconcerned presence. Three breaths later, it's right in front of him. Just as it's about to collide with Luo Jiujiang, there's a snap, and the wheelchair suddenly soars into the air!
Luo Jiujiang: “…”
The wheelchair had come with ill intentions, flying into the air not to pass over Luo Jiujiang's human obstacle, but to come slashing towards him head-on. Luo Jiujiang quickly spun to avoid it, and the next moment he saw the rapidly spinning wheels pressing directly against his left wrist.
The little dragon is wrapped around his left wrist.
Luo Jiujiang hastily drew his sword, but found nothing at his waist. It turned out he didn't carry a sword. Panicked, he engaged the wooden wheelchair with his bare hands. Unbeknownst to him, the wheelchair's every move was the blue dragon on Luo Jiujiang's left wrist. Despite being a worn-out, shattered wheelchair, it soared, slashed, and chopped with unerring mastery. Even more damning, it was made entirely of wood, impervious to pain!
Luo Jiujiang: “…”
The human body has vital parts such as the head, chest, waist and abdomen, but a wheelchair... who knows where Luo Jiujiang can attack to be more fatal?
After a fierce battle, Luo Jiujiang was finally defeated. The wheelchair creaked twice, then without hesitation, rushed straight towards the blue dragon. The impact was so fierce that it could have shattered half of Luo Jiujiang's ribs. At the critical moment, Luo Jiujiang hid his left wrist in his arms without hesitation, curled up his upper body to cover the little dragon tightly, and used his back to block the wheelchair's attack, waiting for the moment when his bones would shatter -
Luo Jiujiang suddenly opened his eyes, sweat already on his forehead.
He woke up.
Han Qianling was lying beside him, staring at him without blinking. When he opened his eyes, he asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"I'm ashamed." Luo Jiujiang took a breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "I originally thought I had a pretty good talent, but I didn't expect that I couldn't detect anything unusual in my dream."
"This is only the first time, there's no rush." Han Qianling's tone was steady. He asked casually, "Dreams usually reflect recent circumstances, inner thoughts, or desires. I just entered your dream. What did you dream about?"
I dreamed of you.
A small you who can be held in the palm of your hand, and who was full of defense when I first met you.
There is a world that only has you and me.
...As for the wheelchair and stuff, well, let's just pretend it never happened.
Luo Jiujiang just smiled and said nothing, and Han Qianling didn't urge him. After a while, he heard the person beside him say, "This dream reminded me of something..."
Han Qianling stared at him. Luo Jiujiang reached out and touched Han Qianling's wrist. It was warm. He then probed his finger into his sleeve and pressed down. It was soft.
"Qianling, can you control the size of your body when you transform into a dragon?"
"Can."
"Then transform yourself into a dragon and let me touch you." Luo Jiujiang propped himself up and turned over: "I've been thinking about you for a long time... Let me feel your temperature when you're a dragon."
The author has something to say: I have been writing my English composition tonight qaq, I hate English qaq
So I don’t have much time to write updates, this chapter is relatively short (covering my face)
Thanks for the overlord ticket tomorrow_(:3∠)_
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