Chapter 91 Dragon

A public surname song in Ling County, this day reading upstairs, outside the window. It was rainy and the weather was dark. I saw a small thing shining brightly. I swam from the inside and outside of the bookcase, crawling and crawling. Wherever I passed, there was a dark trace on the ground, as if it was burned by fire.

Gradually, the little thing climbed onto the scroll, and the scroll burned black.

The old gentleman thought that it might be a dragon, so he held the scroll and sent it outside the door. He stood for a long time, and the little thing curled up. The old gentleman said, "Do you think I'm not respectful enough?" He returned with a roll, put it back on the table, straightened his clothes and hat, bowed respectfully, and sent it out of the door again.

Under the eaves, but I saw the little thing stretching out of its head and flying away from the roll. The sound sneered, emitting a wisp of white light.

Flying a few steps away and looking back at myself, his head has become as big as an urn, and his body is dozens of meters thick.

Then he flipped gently, and the Thunderbolt was shocked and soared away.