Little Butterfly Demon returned with quite a few snow lotuses, along with some other herbs. "Dragon Sister, I found a pretty good wild one on that mountain over there... Huh?"
With both hands full of things, Little Butterfly Demon blinked and looked at the figure shivering in the snow.
It was definitely the Golden Dragon she had seen before... but she didn't remember Fafnir being this emaciated.
What had happened to the Golden Dragon in front of her?
He barely managed to hold up his clothes over a frame like a skeleton, then continued trembling in the cold wind. His skin was dull and lifeless... Even his face looked as though it had aged several hundred years, covered in wrinkles, and he could not even straighten his back.
"Oh, you're back? Then let's keep going. We should be able to get home before dark."
The True Dragon of Shenzhou was currently holding and examining something about the size of a makeup mirror case, shaped like an octagon. It was a tool the Administration Bureau used to view information on its internal network... essentially standard equipment for officially appointed Administration Bureau personnel.
As one of the Shenzhou Administration Bureau's highest consultants, Long Xiruo naturally had one of these... and hers was specially made.
"Dragon Sister, what happened to Mr. Fafnir?" Luo Pianxian hesitated, but still couldn't help asking out of curiosity.
"Oh... he's having his period." The True Dragon of Shenzhou didn't even raise her head. "Go back and make him some brown sugar water to help him through it."
H-He's having his period??
Little Butterfly Demon widened her eyes at the shriveled Fafnir, as though she had discovered a new continent.
"O-old, old hag, you... what you did to me... you... you'll suffer divine retribution... I c-curse you to bleed...