Dragon's Professionalism

"What did you say?" He stared at Ning blankly, as if he hadn't reacted for a while.

Ning hesitated a little, but he repeated firmly: "I am the giant dragon hired by the king." He looked into the guard's eyes and said word by word: "I took the princess away, I was the one who knocked down the guards, I was the one who melted your sword, I was the one who blew you into the woods... It was me from the beginning to the end, it was me, Ning was me, the dragon was me, it was I who almost killed you, since I was the one who saved you in the water."

The guard could no longer pretend that he didn't hear him anymore, he forced a smile, his face turned pale, and he said calmly, "Ning, don't be joking, that giant dragon is dead, I killed it with my own hands, now You are standing in front of me alive...how can you be a giant dragon? Don't lie to me, Ning!" He wanted to pretend to be indifferent, but when he said it at the end, his tone was almost pleading.

Ning just looked at him silently.

Just silent.

Jan suddenly felt discouraged.

"Why did you tell me..." He covered his face and murmured in despair, "If you decide to lie to me, then just keep lying to me. Why do you have to tell me the truth?"

Ning closed his eyes and said softly, "...I didn't lie to you..."

"Yes! You didn't lie to me! You just didn't tell me!" The guard interrupted him angrily: "Do you think I will become weak just because I fell in love with you! Do you think I will forgive you so easily?" You? You—"

"I never thought that way!"

They looked at each other again, but the charming atmosphere before was gone.Yang looked at Ning angrily, and Ning looked at him without guilt, his eyes were clear and calm.

"Your eyes seem to be telling me—you have done nothing wrong." After a while, the guard deliberately turned his head and snorted coldly.Ning lowered his eyelashes and said softly, "Because I really don't think I did anything wrong."

"You—" Yang's eyes widened suddenly, but before he had time to say anything, Ning had blocked his lips with her own.

The guard's lips were very soft, like tender rose petals. Ning kissed them vigorously, and the tip of his tongue brushed against the tip of his lips nimbly and provocatively. Yang tried to struggle at first, but was quickly kissed by him. Panting, defeated.

Compared with the previous simple kiss, this kiss is obviously more aggressive, and the dragon is highly skilled. When he let go of the guard with satisfaction, the latter's cheeks were already flushed, his lips were rosy, and his eyes couldn't help it. There was a layer of water mist on the ground, which looked pitiful, but also... made people want to bully even more.

Like a dewy rose.

Thinking with satisfaction, the dragon lightly stroked the corner of the guard's lips, and a glistening line of water stuck to his finger.Yang glanced at the waterline in panic, the redness on his cheeks became more intense, while Ning blinked ambiguously and sucked his fingertips.

"Sweet." He whispered, his eyes caressing the guard's lips delicately.

Yang stood there at a loss, adjusted his expression a few times, and finally fixed it into a dismissive look. He snorted threateningly: "Don't think I will forget what you said before..."

"I don't think you'll forget, I just don't think it's important."

Ning looked at him, and suddenly smiled lightly, with relief in his emotion, and even a sense of relief: "In the past, everyone was yelling and beating, and then the ethnic groups dispersed and worked alone... All of this, once Everything that made me curse fate seems insignificant now, and I even want to thank fate: because it made me meet you, my dearest rose."

Calmly, he weaved his "miserable past" into his words, and successfully attracted the attention of the guards: Yang's expression soon became hesitant.

"Uh...but..." The guard stammered and didn't know what to say. He wanted to get back to the topic of "Ning actually lied to us with the king", but he couldn't help but wonder what kind of "displacement" Ning had experienced. ", so he hesitated, hesitated, and finally Ning took the initiative.

"I admit that I did something wrong." Ning deliberately put on a gloomy expression, his eyelashes drooping down, looking a bit sad: "I thought that compared to real killing and robbery, this kind of The method may be better, at least I didn’t really hurt anyone... But today I suddenly realized that maybe I didn’t hurt anyone directly, but I was also an accomplice in the process of the king’s nobles deceiving the people.”

He sighed deeply, and said self-examination: "Maybe I should say that I did something wrong, sincerely repent and ask for forgiveness? It's like... I shouldn't have been tempted by that brave man when I was desperate, so that I put Defrauding others is a legitimate business. After that brave man dies, I shouldn't pick up this job again and work hard like a lifelong career... Well, I think it is like this, I can say a lot quickly Come, but it's all meaningless, because I don't think it's a mistake."

"If I hadn't done this, I wouldn't be meeting you now."

He looked at Yang with affectionate eyes, and those black eyes were like magnets, firmly attracting the guard's sight.Guard Ben!He could feel that something was wrong, but he couldn't bear to look away. After struggling for a while, he finally retorted weakly: "Maybe we can meet if we don't..."

"No, no, no, I don't think so. You see, hasn't Fate woven everything?"

Ning spoke bewitchingly, drawing figures with his fingertips in mid-air, and lines of fire emerged following his words, connecting individual events together:

"If I wasn't a dragon, I wouldn't be in the traditional dragon business when I was cornered; If I find this business opportunity, I will not be hired by the princes and nobles to act; if I don't act, I won't take the job of the previous king; and if I don't take this job, I will never meet you ..."

After finishing speaking, he stroked those long connecting lines from top to bottom, clicked on them, and said, "Look, isn't all this a choice of fate?"

"It seems... What you said really makes sense?" Yang was completely dizzy, looking at the long line that went all the way to the end, he couldn't help but feel that if the conditions for the two to meet were to be met, it seemed that any link in it was not enough. Or missing?

"Because facts are always the most convincing." Ning touched Yang's beautiful long hair in satisfaction, and the latter was immersed in the logic of "seemingly flawless", and didn't think of avoiding him at all.

Ok, all is well.

Ning Ruo took his hand nonchalantly, changed the topic and said: "Speaking of which, we have stayed here for too long, so let's go out quickly, the temperature here is too low, your face looks a little pale .”

"Huh, is that so?" Yang touched his face strangely: he felt that there was nothing unusual about him...

"You can't see your own face." Ning looked at Yang's rosy cheeks without blinking and said, "Look at the dark surroundings, don't you feel cold at all?"

While speaking, he let out a little bit of murderous intent quietly, Yang looked around unconsciously, opened his mouth hesitantly, and spewed out a puff of white air: "It seems...it's really a little bit cold. He looked at the white gas he exhaled, and touched his cheek again in doubt.

"Right, this place is underground after all, and it seems that many people have died." Ning quietly added a setting to the dungeon where the prisoners were held. After hearing this sentence, Yang really shuddered, and quickly Rubbing to Ning's side, he tightly held the hands they held together: "Let's go out quickly... I think it's getting colder and colder here..."

His eyes turned back and forth between the moss in the corner, the cobwebs on the side of the wall, and the dark bricks. From time to time, he glanced carefully into the depths of the cell, apparently completely believing Ning's words.

Ning smiled silently, and pulled him quickly out of the dungeon.

Before they got close to the exit, the two heard a faint sound from above the surface. The sound was very noisy, including screams, shouts, and metal collisions. It seemed that a large-scale battle was taking place.

"That... what's going on?" Yang asked strangely, Ning shrugged and said calmly: "You don't think the commoners are only satisfied with killing the king, do you?"

"What do you mean?" Yang's guard attribute awakened. He looked at Ning for a while in surprise, trying to find even the slightest trace of joking on his face, but Ning just shook his head as a tactful reminder. He said: "I think you have seen the king's castle once."

"Of course I have seen it, but the situation above..."

Yang suddenly hesitated, he thought of the magnificent decorations in the castle, and also thought of a pair of armor in the corridor, which is worth enough for civilians to eat for 20 years.

"...I know those civilians, they will never become robbers." The guard said abruptly and decisively, Ning was silent for a moment, and responded: "If you really think so, why don't you go and see for yourself? "

The guard is silent: He doesn't really want to gamble on human nature. Even if he is as naive as he is, he doesn't think that everyone will really be unmoved when faced with huge wealth at their fingertips.But out of some indescribable mentality, he faintly wants to prove that "it is wrong to help the king" and "it is wrong to deceive the people". The kind iron law of "not to be deceived"... He hesitated for a while, and then replied: "Just see it with your own eyes. Even if it really turns into a two-party fight, I don't think it will be done by the civilian side." Excessive."

When he said this, he had secretly ruled out the possibility of "no fight".

Ning nodded: "Alright then, let's go and see for ourselves."

He dragged the guard to the stairs, and opened the door leading to the surface—at the moment when the dazzling sunlight entered the darkness, the guard also saw the blood splattered in the sunlight.

Harsh screams sounded in the sun, one after another.