Chapter 371: The story of the dragon

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The story begins.
In the far north of the extremely cold land, a fierce dragon is dormant.
The gray scales cover almost the whole body, from the upper torso to the angle claws, gradually changing from gray to black, walking down the spine, and abruptly extended a pair of extremely strong wings, many scales turned over, just It seemed that a sharp blade had grown out of his bones.
The green eyes, like clear emerald gems, and the scars around the eyes, are like the accumulation of countless black rocks that have experienced vicissitudes.
When his wings lifted, a severe snowstorm would be scraped from the snowfield, his claws would wave, and the towering snow mountain would collapse and collapse.
It does not need to eat, it can maintain its own life by drinking snow and ice. Many of these are creatures of the same dimension as those of the subspecies dragon. He has the wisdom of almost human beings or even more than humans.
But he was naturally greedy.
Love wealth, brutal killing.
With their nearly infinite magic power and strong physique, the evil dragons invaded unscrupulously, from rich villages, towns, and the entire country, destroying them step by step, countless buildings overturned, sometimes burning the city, and sometimes freezing miles.
In the process of collecting countless wealth, in the original pure white and clear ice and snow, a magnificent palace was pulled up out of thin air, composed purely of gold.
And at night, he went back to sleep in the palace, and occasionally used his sharp claws to pick up some of his loot, a complacent viewer,
As dragons, they like shiny things. He tries to plunder. The palace where he lives hides countless treasures. His pillows are square pillows made of countless pearl chains. The bed is made of pure gold. Created, magically reinforced, and the light and shadow of the indelible light above the head, that is the world's largest night pearl.
In short, all the extravagant objects in the world are used for their own purposes.
He doesn't care if other people will laugh at his so-called "vulgar" taste, he only knows that he can feel pleasure enough.
Xia Chong can't speak ice, and how can these poor people understand his happiness?
The only value of their existence is to collect treasures, and then make it easier for them to plunder.
Countless warriors, knights, and even the former servants of the united army, sent a dragon slaying team, holding up the sword, but could not even touch his skin. Once breathing, the poor humans turned into ice sculptures, more beautiful, Turned into one of his collections, the ugly, maybe completely frozen to the ground.
Like all cliché plots, when it destroyed another country, it captured the wealth of the royal family.
A sorrowful girl stood standing firmly before him who was about to leave.
"Oh, another fish that missed the net." He opened his mouth wide and gaped his sharp teeth, preparing to breathe for a while to kill the human girl.
Only, just after he inhaled.
His green pupil shrank.
The girl's cold eyes pierced his heart in an instant.
He never thought that one day he could see that kind of stubborn emotion in the eyes of mankind, and the bitter hatred aroused his interest.
Maybe it was a giant dragon with no females nearby, or maybe the girl's eyes were too clear.
An expansive greed grew from his inner madness, and he suddenly felt that all the wealth he had obtained before could be abandoned, as long as the girl was willing to follow him willingly.
That is instinct from the blood, which cannot be resisted.
"Conquered by me." Heilong opened his blood basin and stared with his dark blue fierce eyes, commanding the girl in human language.
The girl is very stubborn, even facing the threat of death.
"You are too cruel, I can't be conquered by you, unless you no longer kill, then I may consider." The girl said indifferently.
"Forever? That's unrealistic." The dragon's head shook.
"Ten years, ten years, how?" The girl looked up and said stubbornly.
It was extremely accidental, and on a whim, he moved a moment of indifference.
"Ten years? Just a dream."
"But you have to remember this oath." Evil Dragon said.
Then the air on the wall suddenly turned cold, and layers of ice froze from the girl's footsteps to the end.
Staring at the ice sculpture, he felt that all the slight snatches were boring, and sharp bone spurs were inserted into the corner of the ice, so he left with the frozen girl.
He persuaded himself that way, because he was bored, he opened up to this girl net.
Not for other reasons-such as the ridiculous "love".
He felt that he might just be bored with this kind of life suddenly.
The dragon then abandoned the palace, the huge body dived under the glacier, and fell into a deep sleep.
For a long-lived dragon, ten years is nothing.
But when he woke up again.
He was shocked to find that his claws were dull and his teeth were no longer sharp.
The wings are no longer strong, and the original wave of randomness can set off a huge gust of wind in the north, but now it is down.
He soon became weak.
he died.
Died in boundless despair.
He lost his strength and died even worse than a dog.
As the ice gradually dissolved, the girl still looked at the dragon that had imprisoned her for more than ten years without expression, and then the snow drifted again, covering her.
In this world, it seems that she can no longer conquer her existence.
The story is over.
"Doesn't it sound like it's not ups and downs at all, yes, there are many things in this world, but there is no logic, and the abrupt turning makes it more ridiculous than the poetry of our bards. For example, the dragon may fall in love with its aesthetics. Among them is an ugly human girl, and she was released."
"I don't know what I want to tell you in this story, because there are a lot of things in the world that are far-fetched and forcefully interpreted. People only want to see what they want, and ignore objective things. "
"What do you think about this story?"
"Maybe, what do you think, what kind of answer will you get in the future."
The last yellowed paper page of the book seems to be the self-portrait of the bard, who is staring at the reader outside with a sneering gaze, and his sly eyes are twirling.
"What does this mean?" Ron said, scratching his red hair with frowns, staring at the book in front of him, then turning the pages and closing it again.
Hermione came to the library and found two people in a row of bookshelves.
Show them the story.
Evil?
The dragon gave up and continued to do evil, but in the end the girl didn't fall in love with him and died.
Hermione frowned: "There must be something else." Then she shook her head and decided not to think about it for the time being.
Now she felt a little sleepy, tilted her head, pointed at the line of bookshelves filled with books in black, raised her hands to cover her lips, and yawned slightly.
"Oh, Harry, UU reading www.uukanshu.com What about your cloak?"
Harry, who had been silent for a while, was staring at the floor, not knowing what to think, even Hermione's question did not notice.
"Ah? What are you talking about." He seemed to be relieved at this time.
"Your invisibility cloak." Hermione repeated.
"Maybe it was stolen by the person who knocked you out."
"What?" Hermione's face was very surprised.
"Your invisibility cloak is in Dumbledore's office?"
"It may not be." Harry shook his head.
"Following the headmaster's fall into the curtain, he may have borrowed it from me, but he didn't find it in the relics," Harry said disappointedly.
Hermione's face quickly showed a look of disappointment.
Another clue was interrupted.