Why... cough, cough, cough.
My intelligence had returned, and the side effects that came with it—no beard, a higher voice, no more sex—were all minor problems.
After all, I was smarter now!
Besides, they said you lived longer after having it cut off~
Cough, cough... Although, well, uh, cutting it off might be great, I figured ninety-nine percent of men wouldn't choose
to do it, right? As for the remaining one
percent, they were either gay or seriously mentally ill.
And the big guy in front of me clearly wasn't suffering from that kind of illness. The thing didn't even have a brain anymore, and I'd freaking
turned into a dragon, yet this bastard still wanted to mount
me???
The Pearl
Whatever the case, the long and short of it was that I'd probably made this big guy furious.
But right now, it was still rolling around beneath the sea in pain. Its blood had dyed a vast stretch of water red, and
the waves its thrashing kicked up
were at least a hundred meters high. They slammed into the sixty- or seventy-meter-high city wall, each impact making
that sturdy wall tremble.
I was going to kill it anyway, so I might as well strike while it was down. Besides, if this kept up, I had a feeling Changsha might be
destroyed outright by these monstrous waves.
A hundred-meter tsunami carried an unimaginable force.
With that thought, I glanced at that thing sticking out of the seawater. It was slowly going limp... The blood inside it was
being swept away by the surging waves,
so naturally it couldn't stay upright.
I lowered my head and looked at the big guy. My claws could pierce its skin with ease and tear through its
muscles as easily as wet tissue paper.
But