bookrandom Chapter 292 This is impossible
Chapter 292 This is impossible
Lilith was stunned for a moment, then sneered in anger.
What the sheriff said was right. All kinds of evildoers have sneaked into Gloria now. How dare someone follow her?! Haha, just when she thought she had no chance to put her knowledge into practice, a gangster bumped into her!
Lilith didn't hesitate for a moment. She grabbed the other person's hand and twisted her body, raised her legs and bent her knees, and hit the other person's most vulnerable part fiercely.
Kara.
Lilith silently put down her leg that was making the crisp sound and behaved herself.
Then the man grabbed her face and threatened her angrily, "You still dare to chant a spell?"
Lilith's face was pinched into a bun and she was forcibly turned around. She looked up at the tall man in front of her. She had given up struggling because the closer he got, the more clearly she could smell that familiar smell of burning.
"...Mr. Zephirion." Chubby-faced Lilith forced a smile, "What a coincidence."
She no longer boasted about the good security in Gloria. How come even this black dragon was allowed in!
Zephirion was no longer as gentle and friendly as he had been when they had walked on the snowy road together. There was no expression on his handsome face. He just glared coldly at the little girl in front of him.
Her neck was still in his hands. She was lifted up with her front feet barely touching the ground. She was as stiff as a puppet in the hands of a puppeteer. Unlike her stiff body, her eyes were squinting at him, which made him feel irritated.
Lilith was carefully observing the black dragon's expression, wondering why this guy had come to her door without being noticed. Suddenly, she saw a flash of silver light in front of her eyes. She blinked blankly and saw the black dragon in front of her open his mouth and said coldly:
"Where's your mother?"
Lilith: ????
Why do you curse people when you open your mouth? And what's wrong with your teeth?
"My mother died of complications during childbirth when I was born." Even though she complained, she couldn't win, so Lilith answered honestly.
"Tsk..." The other party sneered, "If you tell me lies again, I will tear your head off and hang it on the tower of Goletia."
"Who would joke about something like this!" Lilith was also angry.
"She is so strong, how could she die in childbirth? Don't give me—"
"...Do you know my mother?" Lilith, regardless of being pinched on the face, suddenly raised her hand and grabbed Zephirion's hand, capturing the key information.
Zephirion's expression became even uglier. He looked at the girl in front of him, his eyes flickering, and no one knew what he was thinking. Now the whole Cuiliu Lane was bought by Leila. It was already dark, and the two of them were in a stalemate for a long time, and no one passed by.
Lilith's feet were sore from standing on tiptoe and she was thinking about how to get out when Zephirion suddenly let go of her hand. There was a flash of light before her eyes and hot blood splashed onto Lilith's eyelids, burning her and making her shiver.
The temperature of dragon blood...
Lilith wiped her face in a daze, not knowing what she looked like now. She asked the man who cut her wrist across from her blankly - "What are you doing?"
The other party said nothing, pinched her chin again, and brought her wrist closer.
Damn! You're crazy!!!
The expression on Lilith's face had changed from curiosity to horror. Various names of diseases transmitted through blood kept flashing through her mind, but her body was unable to move at all. She watched helplessly as the other party pried open her jaw and poured the boiling dragon blood into her mouth.
"Uh-huh--"
The feeling of the hot, thick blood flowing into her throat was indescribable. She felt as if she had been poured into a mouthful of magma with volcanic ash. Lilith no longer cared whether she could win the fight or not. Out of self-defense instinct, she kicked and punched the opponent with all her might, but the opponent did not even change his expression and just stared at Lilith.
Only after making sure that she had swallowed the dragon blood with choking blood foam did he throw her to the ground.
"Are you sick?!" Lilith cursed after landing, but she felt an indescribable fear in her heart. She suddenly realized that no matter how perfect the human form of the other party was, a dragon was still a dragon. The moral rules of the human world had no meaning to him. He was a powerful creature that did whatever he wanted.
She couldn't think any further, because Lilith could clearly feel her skin getting hot. What effect would drinking dragon blood have? As she thought about it, her head started to hurt more and more, and gradually became confused.
Lilith groaned in pain and fell to the ground, twitching.
Dragons are the darlings of the world. If you covet their flesh and blood, you will attract the wrath of the Creator. If you drink dragon blood directly, it is a cursed poison...
But what if a fellow human drank it?
Zephirion took a few steps forward and squatted down in the moonlight, quietly observing the trembling human on the ground, recalling his experience a few days ago...
……
Forest of Elves.
"Lord Zephyrion, we did not lie to you."
The elf priest in white robes gently advised the guest who came from afar, "Although Lady Fustwin is the guardian of the Elf Forest, she is not here now."
"Nonsense!" Zephirion jumped up and bared his two gleaming silver teeth to argue with the other party. "The last time I came to see her, you said the same thing! But I found her hiding in the lakeside pool reading those boring books!"
"The last time was...?" The young male elf showed some confusion on his face. He had no recollection of these things at all and could only guess that it was a story that happened many years ago.
Zephirion stopped talking nonsense with the young priest and rushed past him to the lakeside. Fustwen's lair was there. The last time she didn't see him, she was hiding in the high tower here to study those obscure magics.
"Bam—"
The door of the tower was pushed open, raising a lot of dust. All kinds of small creatures hiding in the shadows were frightened by the breath of the black dragon and ran around everywhere, disappearing in a moment.
"Cough, cough, cough!" Dragons have a keen sense of smell. Zephirion couldn't help coughing while waving away the flying dust in front of him.
The elf priest finally caught up and sighed helplessly, "Look, Master Fustewin is really not here—"
Zephirion refused to answer. He waited for the dust to settle before he sniffed carefully. Apart from the dust, there was only the smell of ink from the wall of books. The flowers in the vase on the table had long since withered and dried up. He leaned over to smell it carefully and could still smell a hint of sweet fragrance, but there was no trace of Fustewen here.
The elf hadn't lied to him...where had she gone?
"How long has she been gone? Where did she go?" Zephirion asked dissatisfiedly. Didn't she even count the days until she became an adult?
"This... Lord Fustewin does not need to explain to us when traveling." This is just the resting place of Lord White Dragon. How can they have the right to ask about such a powerful creature who is famous for its wisdom?
But seeing that Zephirion was about to get angry again, the priest waved his hand helplessly, called over the little bird hiding on a nearby tree branch to watch the fun, and whispered to it for a long time.
"It can't tell the age, but it said that since Lord Fustwin left, the nest of squirrels at the door has collected nuts more than ten times." The priest said after communicating with the bird.
Ten years? Zephirion was about to nod, but suddenly stopped.
More than ten years is not a long time for either dragons or elves, but Zephirion couldn't help thinking of the half-blood liar who hugged his thigh and acted like a spoiled child.
According to the human lifespan, would her appearance be that of a teenager?
"Impossible..." Zephirion muttered.
……
At his feet, Lilith, who was already unconscious, scratched her skin randomly. Her skin was no longer as smooth as before, but covered with delicate white scales...
"This is impossible..." Zephirion muttered again, looking at his feet.