Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 1102 Dragon

   "Dragon?" Xiaolan felt as if she was listening to a joke, "Oh my god, I don't even know what to say..."

  Xia Hua tilted her head, "You seem surprised."

   "I... It's not accidental or not, you said my life worm is a dragon, then I must have seen a dragon at least, but I..."

   "Hey Xiaolan, you have indeed seen it," Qin Yin suddenly remembered something, and quickly turned his face to Xiaolan and said, "Did you forget? The dragon in your Panlong pool."

  Xiaolan reacted for a while before saying, "You mean...Qianyuan?"

"Qianyuan? Did you mention my Qianyuan?" Luo Jiutian heard Qianyuan's name from a distance, and walked over hesitantly, his eyes darting back and forth on the three of them, "My Qianyuan What happened to Yuan?"

   "Your abyss," Xia Hua said lightly, "should be Xiao Lan's life bug."

  These familiar words were presented in a combination that Luo Jiutian couldn't understand. Luo Jiutian stiffened his neck and didn't react for a long time. After half a minute, he barely let out an "ah?".

   "That's right," Qin Yinyu nodded earnestly, "That's what you understand."

   "But I... don't understand at all."

  ***

  When the three of them drove to Qiaomei Temple, it was already dark, and the street lights on both sides of the road gradually lit up, reflecting the sky is also a purple orange.

   Wen Ling shivered and looked out the window with a sore nose.

  Bao Mu handed Wen Ling a coat, and asked with concern, "Wen Ling, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something first?"

  Wen Ling quickly shook his head, "Not hungry."

   "Let's eat after returning from the temple," said the fool who was driving, "she probably doesn't have much appetite now."

   Wen Ling nodded.

  Before the sky disappeared, the three of them arrived at the remote Qiaomei Temple. Just like last time, the place was still full of people.

  The three shuttled through the crowd, supported each other, and walked towards the gate of Qiaomei Temple.

  Wen Ling shivered again, looked down at the ground, and suddenly stopped at the door.

  Baomu and the idiot walked a few steps forward, and then they noticed Wenling's abnormal state. They turned around together and exchanged a look.

   "Qing Ling, what's the matter with you?" The fool frowned and asked, "Your complexion looks very bad."

  Qing Ling sniffled, his gray pupils seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist.

   Baomu thought for a while and said, "I remember Wen Ling was a little absent-minded when he left Qiaomei Temple last time."

   "Speaking of it this way..." The fool was already trying to recall, "It seems a little..."

  Actually, he didn't think of it at all. After all, there were too many things that left a deep impression on him during the last trip to the bridge.

   But he is still a little unbalanced. Logically speaking, he should be the protagonist in that trip to the bridge and temple, but why does everyone seem to experience more exciting things than himself?

   "I..." Wen Ling hugged her arm and said tremblingly, "I'm afraid..."

   "Afraid? What are you afraid of?" The idiot's pupils dilated slightly, and he glanced at the entrance of the temple. People passing by the door were already looking at the three of them with strange eyes, "Is there anything scary inside?"

  Baomu suddenly realized, he grabbed the idiot and approached Wen Ling, and said in a low voice, "Wen Ling, are you afraid of the bridge?"

   Hearing Qiao Mei's name, Wen Ling had another cold war. It seems that Baomu guessed it right.

"I remembered, I remember Miss Xiaoyin speculated that Qiao had a purpose in not letting Wenling and Miss Xiaoyin into the court," Baomu said, "Wenling, are you worried that Qiao didn't continue to pester you? "

  This statement is a bit strange, so Wen Ling nodded reluctantly.

   "Then what should we do? We can't leave you here by yourself," said the idiot, "or else, Baomu, you stay with Wenling, and I will go in by myself."

   "No!" Wen Ling grabbed the sleeves of the two of them suddenly, looking like he was about to cry, "No..."

  Wen Ling grabbed the sleeves of the two, gritted his teeth and walked forward.

   "Wen Ling, don't force yourself." Baomu said.

   Wen Ling shook his head vigorously.

   "It's okay, Wen Ling, we will protect you," the idiot patted Wen Ling on the shoulder, "We won't let Qiao miss the chance to be alone with you."

  Qing Ling looked at the two gratefully.

  The three of them held hands, showing a relationship that the onlookers couldn't understand. The three of them calmly walked up the passage that the audience spontaneously let out, and entered Qiaomei Temple.

The three of them bypassed the main hall and walked to the backyard of the temple. The crowd here was much less crowded. There were several orange glass lamps arranged in a patchwork pattern on the ground of the atrium. At this time, all of them were lit up, making the courtyard extremely elegant. .

   "Look, the path is still there," the idiot pointed his chin to the dark path between two bluestone walls, and said softly, "Maybe the bridge has already guessed that we will come."

   "In this case, maybe he really knows what happened," Baomu said, "Qing Ling, are you okay?"

  The dark path was reflected in Wen Ling's gray light pupil, which looked like a cat's pupil turned into a vertical line in the night.

   She nodded absently.

   Now, there is no need to hesitate.

  The three lined up in a row and walked into the blackness in silence.

   The time spent traveling in the dark is much shorter than expected.

  When the light in front of the eyes was bright, the three of them had just walked in not long ago.

  The three of them covered their eyes, and as a breeze with the fragrance of green grass blew across their faces, the sound of the bridge's death came to the ears of the three of them.

   "You are finally here."

  ***

   Hot.

  The moment Xia Ni touched the surface of the little red snake, she withdrew her hand with a "hiss".

  Little Red Snake's body surface was boiling hot.

   It's like turning into a burning flame.

  The fiery red eyes of the little red snake stared straight at Xia Ni. For some reason, Xia Ni felt that its eyes looked a little sad.

  The little red snake climbed towards Xia Ni's hand.

  Xia Ni wanted to hide subconsciously, but looking at its moist eyes, Xia Ni gritted her teeth and held back.

   After all, this is the little red snake that I personally bred.

  The little red snake quickly climbed onto Xia Ni's wrist. Xia Ni resisted the burning pain of her skin, watching it wrap around her body round and round.

  Although it was very painful, the place where the little red snake touched did not leave any traces of burning.

  The little red snake gradually climbed to Xia Ni's shoulder, along his shoulder, and wrapped around Xia Ni's neck.

   It tightens up a little bit.

  Xia Ni's eyes widened, and she was shocked to feel that the little red snake was asking for the oxygen in his body. Just when Xia Ni felt that she was about to suffocate, all feelings disappeared in an instant.

  (end of this chapter)