Dragon Flame, when fully extended, was over half a meter long. Each flap of its wings generated a gust of hot air. Not to mention, it breathed fire everywhere from its high perch, and anyone who dared to approach the three people on the ground would be instantly incinerated by a single breath of its dragon breath, their life extinguished and the flames destroyed.
What was thought to be a sure thing has now reached a stalemate.
What angered Bai Xiuzhi the most was that three more people were knocking on the nutrient tank.
With the Dragon Flame providing cover, the three of them became even more reckless.
This was the first time Cheng Shuang had seen Long Zhiyan use his skill. Flames were accurately spewed out, wings flapped, and as he landed, flames rose up in all directions.
The battle on the train previously limited the effectiveness of Dragon Flame due to the enclosed environment of the carriage, so only now does the little girl understand the true meaning of the phrase "can burn away all filth."
I thought it was a bronze dragon, but it turns out it was a king who kept a low profile.
Recalling the descriptions of Dragon Flame, she finally added another point to her existing impressions—a powerful weapon of fire.
Dragon Flame is inherently a malevolent being. Without the restraint of its master, it watched helplessly as flames rose all around, thoroughly enjoying itself. If it weren't for Cheng Xiaopi's companions, it could have spewed out a huge swath of flames, making it an incredibly fiery spectacle.
Cheng, the little brat, sensed the way Long Zhiyan addressed her. Gritting her teeth, she decided to teach it a lesson later!
Guards poured in through the doorway in an endless stream. Among them were He Fang'er and the two female college students. Their eyes, like those of the other unfamiliar guards, were empty and lifeless, like puppets obeying orders.
The power of the Dragon's Flame was too great; in just a few breaths, the first row of people who rushed in were all engulfed in flames.
Even so, they remained oblivious to pain and death, calmly distancing themselves from their companions behind them, letting the flames rage over their bodies. Cheng Shuang simply couldn't believe that such behavior could have been orchestrated by someone else.
She had considered having Dragon Flame breathe fire directly at Bai Xiuzhi to cleanly and efficiently eliminate this guy who was either human, game, or a wanderer, but he was clearly extremely clever, and he disappeared without a trace.
Cheng Shuang was puzzled; how could he have managed to escape when the doorway was blocked?
Perhaps it's not about escaping.
The little girl recalled how Bai Xiuzhi's hands were cold when she helped him up last night, unlike the temperature of a human.
At the time, she thought it was just a light rain, and that his unstable emotions were due to the white veil.
Looking back now, I realize I hadn't thought things through enough.
If Bai Xiuzhi were not human, his human form would probably just be a figment of the game.
The dragon was breathing fire with great enthusiasm, but Cheng Shuang was clearly not in a good mood. From her perspective and the dragon's flight altitude, she could see many things that she couldn't see before.
For example, the appearance of some people in the nutrient tank is exactly the same as that of a guard on the ground.
Cheng Shuang noticed for a moment in the air that several people in the nutrient tanks began to convulse violently when the flames reached the guards who looked like them. Their faces turned red, and as the flames died down, their heads drooped, their fate unknown.
Upon discovering this, the little girl immediately stopped Long Zhiyan's actions, saying, "Can you not burn him to death all at once?"
Dragon Flame: Awooo! Don't touch the dragon's head! No, no!
Cheng Shuang: How ridiculous that a stone can be divided into male and female!
Unfortunately, Dragon Flame can only set off fire; it hasn't yet developed a system that classifies its flames into different levels.
After it stopped, the guards who had been forced back by the fire rushed forward again without fear.
Cheng Shuang could kill the wanderers, but she would never easily kill her own kind, especially when the other party was helpless. She could understand not knowing the connection between the people in the nutrient tank and the 'guardians' before. Now, she really didn't want to let the Dragon Flame continue to burn recklessly.
Of course, Cheng Shuang's bottom line also has a prerequisite: that the people she cares about are safe and sound.
The more anxious she became, the faster the girl's mind raced. She casually pulled out a stack of talismans, which she had drawn in her spare time. She didn't know how many of them would actually work.
After all, Zhang Bao, who taught her to draw talismans, had been drawing them for so many years, and his success rate was still less than 100%!
But Cheng Shuang's drawing wasn't in vain. She had a feeling that the more concentrated her mental energy was, the smoother the lines of the talismans she drew would be, and the more mysterious they would look.
Since the flames of the Dragon's Flame are meant to burn away filth, whether a controlled consciousness can be considered a filthy soul depends on whether this stack of talismans can be effective.
Cheng Shuang was so desperate because she discovered that Bai Sha was hiding far behind a nutrient tank, warily holding up her small white umbrella. Some of the overzealous 'guards' instinctively avoided the direction where she was hiding.
When under control, there is no subconscious desire to seek advantage and avoid harm, which shows that the white umbrella is very effective in driving away evil spirits.
As the talismans fell, most were stepped on by the guards, some landed directly on their clothes, and a few guards instinctively looked up to catch them.
At least a quarter of the guards who came into contact with the talisman were unable to move.
She used a talisman to ward off evil spirits.
A quarter of the time has already exceeded expectations.
What's unclear now is how long these talismans will last, and her stockpile is limited.
Just as Cheng Shuang was about to throw out the dozens of drawings she thought were pretty good, she heard Sun Han's voice, "Miss Han?"
Dragon Flame flew down quickly, and the three people and one bear efficiently pulled more than twenty people out of the nutrient tank. They lay on the ground in a group, breathing weakly, but they were obviously alive.
One of the women had the exact same face as Han Meimei, except that she was thinner and looked several years older than Han Meimei.
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