"Maybe I went to call someone."
As soon as he finished speaking, two red dots lit up in the eastern night sky.
It's not the light reflected from the dark red scales of Flying Dragon, it's the eyes.
Two pairs.
There is a pair of big ones and a pair of small ones. The big one flies in front and the small one follows behind. Its wingspan is wider than the Flying Dragon just now.
Frenchie jumped up from the ground.
"Butcher! I'll fuck your Crow mouth!"
"How the hell did I know it was really coming!"
Mother's Milk grabbed Frenchie and dragged him into the factory. Hughie was running at the front. The M4A1 magazine in his hand was empty and the gun was stuck behind, but he was still pulling the trigger.
"Change the magazine! Change the magazine!"
"Where is your magazine!"
"I threw it in the car!"
Starlight turned around and fired a cannon. The beam of light hit the face of the dragon in front. The dragon's head tilted, and the speed did not even slow down.
She gritted her teeth and fired another shot, which hit her throat. Just as the dragon opened its mouth to spit out fire, it was knocked back by a beam of light.
"Ho ho ho!"
Fire exploded in its own mouth, and the dragon's head tilted back, but only for a moment, shook its head and rushed over again.
"Three! Three together!" Kimiko stood at the door of the factory and punched the iron wall with his fist, half of the wall was dented, "You can't fight! Come in!"
All six people squeezed into the factory building. Frenchie was the last one to enter and kicked the iron door shut.
As soon as the iron door was closed, there was a muffled sound from outside, the entire door protruded inward, and the door bolt was bent.
"Hold on!"
Mother's Milk and Butcher had one shoulder against the door, and Hughie was squatting next to it, looking for a magazine, and hurriedly flipping through the ammunition box on the ground.
"Found it!"
As soon as he stood up, there was a loud noise on the roof of the factory building. The iron roof was torn open by claws, and the moonlight leaked in through the crack.
Then a pillar of fire poured in through the crack and burned half of the shelves.
"The roof! The roof is coming in too!"
Kimiko rushed over and knocked Hughie down. The fire swept over their heads and the iron sheet burned red.
The three dragons outside the factory took turns hitting the wall, hitting one wall twice, then hitting the other side, causing the iron sheets to turn outward one by one.
The door Butcher and Mother's Milk were holding had been knocked off its hinges. They were holding the door panel on their shoulders, and their feet were slipping on the ground.
Frenchie huddled behind a scrapped machine tool, rummaged through his pockets, and took out a flare gun and two flares.
"This is all I have!"
"When the hell did you buy the flare gun!"
"Last month! For lifesaving!"
"Did you go to the sea to save your life?"
The dragon bumped again and the door panel flew away. Butcher and Mother's Milk were bounced away and fell to the concrete floor.
The faucet poked its head in from the door frame, its two red eyes lit up in the darkness, its mouth opened, and fire surged in its throat.
"Get down!"
Starlight raised his hands above his head and gathered a big shot. The light beam hit the dragon's mouth, and the dragon's mouth closed. The fire was suffocating in its mouth, and smoke came out from between its teeth.
Long shook his head, took a half step away, and then squeezed back.
Another wall of the factory building was knocked down, and a second dragon poked through the gap, followed by a third.
Three dragons squeezed in from three directions, and the space for people to stand in the factory became smaller and smaller.
Butcher leaned against a pillar, threw away the gun, put his hand in his pocket and took out a folding knife.
"I may tell you here today."
"Don't fucking say anything unlucky."
Frenchie squatted next to him, holding the flare gun, "I have two more flares here. Do you want to use them as fairy wands?"
"You can keep it."
"Why do you keep it and slap yourself in the face?"
Hughie huddled in the corner holding an empty ammunition box.
"I don't want to die here."
"No one wants to die here."
Mother's Milk leaned against another pillar, panting, "But it seems that we don't have a choice today."
It's on top of the abandoned water tower opposite this building.
Wangchuan sat cross-legged, with his hands on his knees, leaning forward, and yawned.
"Ahh~"
"It seems that after Xiao Long was brought into this world, the original plot line was messed up enough."
He tilted his head and looked at the six people in the factory who were forced to retreat into the corner by the fire.
"It's quite miserable."
He smiled and didn't move.
The firelight shone on his face, flickering bright and dark, and his eyes reflected the chaotic fire scene below.
"Now I am getting stronger and stronger."
"So strong that I don't even know how strong I am."
He stretched out a hand, palm up, and looked at his open fingers.
"But the stronger it gets, the more boring it becomes."
"I just punched everyone, and I didn't even have a chance to sweat. It was like watching a replay."
He took his hands back, put them back on his knees, and looked down.
"But there is another way of entertainment that may make me happy for a while."
In the factory.
Another piece of the ceiling collapsed, and fire poured down from above, making the whole room red.
The three dragons were crowded outside, pushing each other for position, and everyone wanted to be the first to take those people out.
Mother's Milk pressed the last bullet into the magazine and took a look at Butcher.
"Fuck Fuck! Butcher! You are a fucking Broom star."
Butcher grinned and retorted, "I want to use my Broom for you..."
Mother's Milk pointed the middle finger, "Fake Squid, bastard!"
Frenchie rolled his eyes.
"It's this damn time and you're still arguing."
Starlight raised his hands, the light in his palms dimmed a lot, but was still on.
"My energy can't last more than a few shots. Two shots at most."
Kimiko walked next to her, patted her on the shoulder, and made an "enough" gesture.
"What's enough is enough."
Butcher picked up the gun. Although he knew there was no bullet in it, he still held it, "I have to break a dragon's tooth before I die."
Then a voice floated down from above their heads.
"Hello."
The heads of the six people raised their heads in unison.
There was a person standing on the guardrail of the third floor platform.
He stepped on a pile of broken bricks, put his hands in his sleeves, and tilted his head to look at them.
His clean body was totally different from the ashes and fire all over the floor.
White hair, strange eyes.
Frenchie stared at him for two seconds, then leaned close to Mother's Milk's ear.
"Mother's Milk."
"Is this guy... a human?"
Mother's Milk stared at Wangchuan above and shook his head.
"I don't know."
Xiu Yi turned around three times in his mind before blurting out
"Are you human?"
"Be polite."
"Sir... are you human?"
"It's not polite to ask that."
Starlight stared at him for two seconds. The light in his palm did not go out, but it did not go out either.
She glanced around this person to see if there were any entrances.
But obviously not, how did this person get in?
"How did you get in?" she asked.
"You didn't see him walking in because you were busy avoiding the fire."
Starlight asked.
"You, you just said hello?"
"Yes."
"S-say hello while Sanliulong demolishes the house?"
"Bad timing, I know."
Wangchuan smiled and said in a very gentle tone, "But your situation doesn't look good, so I came here to ask if you need help?"
Butcher's knife was not put down.
"Who are you?"
"Well..."
"Just call me Wangchuan."
The man jumped down from the guardrail, landed silently, and patted the dust on his sleeves.
Walk towards them step by step.
"You look troubled."
He stopped, tilted his head, and asked in the same tone as "Do you want a cup of tea?"
"Need help? Of course, this is just a friendly offer."
There was a sudden loud noise above the head, and the whole factory shook again. The black dragon's claws stretched out from the hole in the ceiling, only half a meter away from the top of Hughie's head.
Hughie let out a sigh, rolled and crawled back.
"It's coming in! It's coming in!"
Arlong's head squeezed into the hole, the scales on his neck scratched the iron sheet, he opened his mouth, and fire surged in his throat, facing the people below.
Wangchuan turned his head and glanced at the dragon.
"Oh? A Xiao Long."
He raised his hand and hooked his index finger towards it, as if calling a cat.
"The momentum is good."
The corners of his mouth were raised and his tone was light.
"Come here, little kitten."
Arlong's mouth was still open, and the fire in his throat rushed to his teeth, and then he stopped moving.
"???!!!"
His pupils shrank to a slit, and when he looked at the person below, all the scales on his body exploded at that moment.
The wings trembled, and the fear that came from the bones crushed it.
"Hoho!!" (Mom, I want to go home!)
It wanted to retreat, but its head got stuck in the hole and it struggled twice.
The scales of the iron sheet squeaked loudly, and the tail swung out, slapping the tail of the gray and white dragon next to it.
Then it starts to get smaller.
Starting from the head, the neck, body, wings, and claws are shrinking layer by layer.
Ten seconds ago it was a giant dragon squeezing through the roof of the factory. Ten seconds later.
A palm-sized Xiao Long squatted on the edge of the hole, its tail rolled up, its ears flattened, and its whole body shaking.
Wangchuan stretched out his hand, and the little thing jumped down, stepped on his palm with four paws, and huddled up.
The factory was quiet.
The two dragons outside the factory also became quiet. They leaned outside the hole and looked in. When they saw their companion, huddled in Wangchuan's arms, their two big faces shrank back at the same time.
Frenchie opened his mouth and looked at the cat, then at Wangchuan, then at the cat.
"Just now..."
"Hmm."
"So big..."
"Hmm."
"You just fucking called me kitten?"
"Hmm."
Butcher put down the gun, glanced at Wangchuan, and then at the trembling dragon in his arms.
"Who are you?"
Wangchuan held the dragon in his arms, scratched its chin, and smiled gently.
"Say, Wangchuan, a guy passing by."