nyslfriends Chapter 40 Dragon Girl
Chapter 40 Dragon Girl
Looking at the crocodile demon struggling in front of him, and then at the exposed pit beside him, Song Quyou felt a pang of heartache.
After all, fighting damages one's own home, and one has to pay for the repairs themselves.
If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have tested the abilities of these two crocodile demons. I could have just killed them easily and wouldn't have damaged the yard.
After struggling for a moment, the crocodile demon became motionless and turned into a bright red crocodile lantern.
Song Quyou didn't pay much attention to it and turned to look at the bald, hairless fox.
The fox was covered in blood, its body marked with claw marks. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of its abdomen, one would have thought it was already dead.
Song Quyou squatted down, put his hand on the old fox's neck, shook his head and sighed softly.
The fox's heart was weak, and its breath was faint. It was not because it had suffered any serious injury, but because its heart was dead and it had no will to live.
Song Quyou tried to transfer a wisp of qi to the old fox, who slowly opened his turbid eyes and turned to Song Quyou, saying, "Daoist, this old man knows he was wrong."
The old fox, his eyes clouded with tears, said with remorse, "I shouldn't have been greedy, I shouldn't have deceived the Taoist priest, I shouldn't have deceived Miss Jing, I shouldn't have gotten involved in the affairs of that pond owner, and I especially shouldn't have knowingly sent the fish from the Jiangxu River to the pond owner when I knew they were human."
This is all retribution. It's all my own fault. My fox cubs and offspring were all eaten by those two crocodiles. This old man has no more attachments in this world...
Song Quyou felt a mix of emotions that he couldn't quite describe.
That old fox was greedy and cunning. Now all his fox cubs and grandchildren have perished in the jaws of the crocodile, and he himself has ended up in such a state. It truly is a case of "retribution."
Song Quyou had no way to cure the disease and save lives, so he could only keep breathing on the old fox, watching it become heartbroken and wail bitterly.
At this moment, a woman in green came out from the backyard; it was Miss Jing.
As the young lady looked at the old fox before her, her misty eyes shimmered with tears. With a casual wave of her hand, a wisp of blue cloud drifted above the old fox, and a light drizzle began to fall.
Raindrops fell on the old fox, creating a bluish halo. The bloodstains healed at a visible speed, and its bald body grew back glossy fur.
The old fox stood up and immediately knelt down in front of Miss Jing.
The girl's eyes, which had been sparkling just moments before, suddenly turned cold, and her brows furrowed slightly.
"You have no one to blame but yourself for this calamity. You were too greedy and willing to become an accomplice to evil for some extra money, which has led to this end."
The old fox just kept kowtowing and weeping.
"You have many fox offspring, and they are not yet extinct. Keep your remaining body and take them away from Qiantang County to make a living elsewhere."
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After the old fox left, Song Quyou, holding his sword, stared intently at the girl with the well.
Miss Jing was shy and kept dodging Song Quyou's gaze. Her green dress swayed slightly in the moonlight, like a pool of spring water rippled by the night breeze.
"Young lady, you have quite the skills. You've managed to turn that old fox into this state with just a few strokes of the hand."
Miss Jing shook her head and said, "Daoist, this is not my doing. It is because the old fox, after satisfying his greed, became even more greedy and was willing to act as the tiger's accomplice, but was instead devoured by the tiger, which is why he suffered such retribution."
Song Quyou shook his head: "That old fox has only himself to blame. He has come to this point, and no one can be held responsible."
"When I first saw you, I thought you were a vengeful spirit from the well, but your aura was pure and ethereal, unlike that of a malevolent being. I guessed you were some kind of spirit that had come to life at the bottom of the well. But now it seems you are neither, and you are no ordinary being. Would you please tell me something?"
The girl with the well lowered her head and remained silent for a long time. In the courtyard, only the crocodile demon lantern crackled and burned, casting an uncertain glow on half of her green dress.
"Does the Taoist priest truly wish to ask?"
The cold wind in the courtyard made Song Quyou hug the sword in his arms even tighter. He crossed his arms and said, "Of course I have to ask. We live under the same roof, so I can't be completely ignorant of you, young lady."
Miss Jing twisted the hem of her dress with her fingers, abandoning her usual shyness, and boldly walked up to Song Quyou, looking up at his face.
"It is not impossible to tell the Taoist priest, but this matter is of great importance and needs to be told to the Taoist priest in a special way."
Song Quyou raised an eyebrow, looking at the person in front of him with a puzzled expression, and bent down to get closer to the girl in the well.
But after doing so...
Song Quyou was tricked.
As Song Quyou leaned down, the girl with the crystal-clear pink lips gently bit his lips.
The cool, soft touch made Song Quyou's mind go blank, and fragmented images flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.
An underwater palace, a crocodile the size of a mountain, entrusting one's orphan to another, and being forced into marriage.
Song Quyou's dazed eyes slowly cleared, and staring at the somewhat intoxicated Miss Jing before him, he hurriedly stood up, touched his lips, and stammered:
"I never imagined that the young lady was a descendant of the dragon race. But what kind of monster is that crocodile the size of a mountain range? It looks remarkably similar to the monster that broke into our house today."
Miss Jing blushed, but quickly composed herself and said in a serious voice:
"He was originally the Lord of the Dragon Cave in Qiantangkou. When my father was alive, he trusted him deeply. When the Dragon Palace was in turmoil, he entrusted me, who was young, to his care."
But after my father died, it harbored wolfish ambitions and wanted to use me to shed its crocodile form, transform into a dragon, and ascend to the throne of the Dragon Palace. Therefore, it forced me to marry it, but I refused and took the opportunity to escape. This escape has lasted for hundreds of years.
Song Quyou frowned, his heart skipped a beat, and looking at the seemingly frail woman in green before him, he was momentarily at a loss for words.
He originally thought that this girl from the well was no different from other spirits, but he never expected that she would be involved in such a huge and messy feud.
The Dragon Palace is in turmoil, the Dragon Lord is betrothed to an orphan and forced into marriage—it sounds like a clichéd and ridiculous story from a play.
Song Quyou glanced at the now-extinguished corpse of the crocodile demon and continued, "I have another question. Someone who can become the Lord of the Dragon King of Qiantang must possess great supernatural powers, so why didn't he come to capture the girl himself?"
Miss Jing slowly said, "Back then, when I escaped from the Crocodile Dragon Cave, the Crocodile Dragon Lord went mad and caused floods, ravaging both banks. A passing expert managed to imprison him in the Water Palace, preventing him from leaving even an inch."
Song Quyou listened to Miss Jing's explanation for a long time before he came to his senses.
He looked at the woman in green before him, then at the charred remains of the crocodile demon in the courtyard, and suddenly realized that his little courtyard would probably never be peaceful again.
Song Quyou sighed softly, shook his head, and lowered his brows in deep thought.
Seeing that he remained silent, Miss Jing's eyes trembled slightly, and she said in a low voice, "I am extremely ashamed to have dragged you into this. I am willing to exchange this jade pendant for the house deed in your possession. Please leave Qiantang tomorrow and do not get involved in this mess."
Song Quyou stared at the slightly reddened eyes of Miss Jing, then looked at her again, and handed her the dragon-shaped jade pendant, which was crystal clear and warm.
Instead of taking it, he turned around and kicked the crocodile demon's corpse.
Sparks flew everywhere, and the chilling scales were kicked far away, landing on the bluestone with a crisp "clang".
"Please put it away, young lady. I don't want such an ugly crocodile demon to marry such a beautiful wife."
After saying that, he walked up the steps without looking back, waving his hand and saying, "It's getting late, Miss, you should rest too. You still have to make breakfast for us tomorrow."
Looking at the tightly closed door, Miss Jing felt a sense of relief and couldn't help but giggle foolishly, not knowing what she was laughing at.