Screaming Cycle (Infinite Flow)

The rain clouds covering Sutang City gradually dissipated, and the belated morning light shone through the gaps in the clouds and fell on the streets and alleys again. After two hours of heavy rain, it finally stopped.

It wasn't until the sky cleared that the residents who had been hiding at home in fear for a long time, like a groundhog awakened by spring thunder, cautiously got out of their houses to check the situation in the city.

After being ravaged by hurricanes and heavy rains, Sutang City is full of scenes after the disaster.

There are uprooted trees across the street, as well as collapsed low walls and broken bricks and tiles. The door curtain of a certain family in the east of the city crosses most of the city. At this moment, the stone lion hanging in front of the magistrate’s yamen on the forehead.

Those who suffered the most were those who lived near the Sishui River. Almost every house was flooded, and the whole family stood knee-high in the stagnant water, wanting to cry at the messy house without tears. He patted his chest, and repeatedly said that if he survives a catastrophe, there must be a blessing in the future.

The flooded river would not be able to recede for a while, so the government had to organize manpower to temporarily reinforce the dam, and guard the corpse of the black dragon lying on the river for disposal.

"Oh, what a crime, who the hell dared to kill the Dragon King!"

An older guard stood on the temporary embankment with a stick in his hand, looked at the corpse of the black dragon in the water, shook his head and sighed, "I'm afraid I will be punished by heaven!"

"Hey, come on!"

The two young guys next to me were immediately upset when they heard this.

"This dragon almost flooded our entire city of Sutang! That's hundreds of thousands of lives!"

A young man said:

"An evil beast like this is not a dragon at all, but a monster! Death is not a pity!"

The older guard was so bullied, he immediately thought of the old mother and the little boy with long hair, and felt that it made sense.

The head of the black dragon in the water was facing the direction of the guard. From his angle, he could just see the slightly raised lower jaw of the dragon head—among the neat rows of black dragon scales, there was one missing suddenly, protruding below. Pale skin.

In the middle of the missing scales, there is exactly a blood hole the size of a copper coin. Until now, dark red dragon blood is still bubbling out. Was washed downstream by the turbulent current.

"Killed with one blow! Such skill..."

The guard sighed in a low voice:

"Such powerful skills are beyond the reach of ordinary people..."

……

Just as the officials were talking, the four-member group of dragon-slaying warriors, who were beyond the reach of ordinary people, had already bypassed the broken tiles and ruins all over the street, and returned to the inn.

Several people looked extremely embarrassed.

Mr. Dagen has returned to his usual appearance, but the clothes he originally wore had been stretched into rags when he turned into a giant. It's even more eye-catching than streaking.

And Ji Xiaoniao's clothes were completely burned by the thunder, and she was completely ashamed of walking a bird with bare buttocks.

There was no other way, Ren Jianmo and Binglu had no choice but to take off their outer robes and put them on for Ji Xiaoniao and Teacher Dagen, and then the four disheveled people sneaked back to the inn like thieves while the rain clouds had not dispersed and the light was dim. Without attracting the store's attention, you can't go directly through the door, you can only enter from the backyard over the wall.

After the battle with the black dragon, none of the four of them suffered serious injuries, but except for Ren Jianmo who seemed to be able to handle it with ease, the other three were seriously overdrawn.

Fan Hemian hurried back with her father and younger brother.

Fan Luming checked their condition and confirmed that there was no skin trauma, but after using their supernatural powers excessively, he told them to take a good rest.

"Okay, boss, you just don't care about anything, go to sleep first!"

The voice of the mechanical hand came from the headset:

"Anyway, the black dragon is dead, and Li Yunmu has us watching, nothing will happen."

As he said that, he paused, and added with a crow's mouth:

"Besides, if the son and grandson of that old dragon come to seek revenge, we still have to count on your fighting power!"

After hearing this, Marco jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and started a fight with the robot arm.

One said that if you can do that, why don't you go to kill the dragon?

The other said that you still have the face to talk about this, who knows who can make the green bamboo run away by staring at the screen?

Ice Grain got a headache from the noise.

The black dragon will kill it, but it is exactly as the robot said, and we have to be on guard against whether the young ones will come and the old ones will come, and more powerful monsters will come to the door.

In addition, the disappearance of the green bamboo is also a thorn in the heart of the white-haired young man. His previous S-level "world" experience told him that Li Yunmu's matter is not over yet.

With double concerns, Binglang intends to take charge of the overall situation, but just now he has consumed too much power, and now he is at the end of his strength, and he even has double images when he sees things. If he delays for a while, he may not be able to hold on and faint past.

"alright."

He pressed his forehead with a headache, "Then I'll go to sleep for two hours, and I'll leave this place to you."

The white-haired young man pondered for a moment, and finally appointed a candidate he thought was more reliable:

"Baroque, you are in charge of the next thing. You must find the green bamboo as soon as possible."

When the clouds were gone and the rain was coming, the signal became better again, and Baroque's voice came back clearly through the headset:

"Okay, leave it to me."

Bing Shang turned to look at Ji Xuan, Ren Jianmo and Mo Tiangen again, and pursed her lips, "Go and rest, too."

Teacher Dagen has been waiting for this sentence for a long time, and he waved his hand without being polite to President Bing, wrapped in a wet robe, and went straight back to the room.

Ren Jianmo also took Ji Thrush's hand and led him back.

Having just experienced a turmoil that swept across the city, this inn was naturally affected to some degree.

Two trees fell down in the backyard, and an inverted house collapsed. All the horses in the stables were shocked, most of the tiles on the roof were knocked over, and none of the pergola fences were spared. They flew to nowhere. .

At such a time, everyone in the store, from the shopkeeper to the waiter, was so busy that no one had time to boil water for the customers to take a bath.

So when Ji Thrush and Ren Jianmo returned to their room, they could only take off their wet clothes, wipe them hastily with a cloth towel, and then put on new dry clothes, and it was over.

Fortunately, Guangchao's geographical location happened to be in midsummer, so even if the whole body was soaked and delayed for half a day, he would not catch a cold.

"...I always feel sticky on my body and have a strange smell."

Ji Thrush fastened his clothes, raised his hand and sniffed his wrist:

"I smell a bit fishy..."

Speaking of this, he remembered that when he just woke up, he was lying on the ice, and the surrounding water was all red, obviously mixed with a lot of dragon's blood.

Ji thrush's throat rolled involuntarily, feeling a little nauseous.

Xiaoniao asked himself that he used to be the clean type among boys of the same age, but since he entered the "Peach Blossom Land" and experienced all kinds of harsh environments, no matter how serious his cleanliness was, he had to be corrected up.

With that said, Ji Thrush touched a comb and combed Ren Jianmo's long wet hair.

"Oh, at this time, I think your hair is quite troublesome."

Seeing that Ren Jianmo seemed to want to look back at him, he immediately restrained him and put on a patch:

"But don't cut it!"

Ji Xiaoniao touched the long and moist hair in her hands pitifully, "It's beautiful, I like it very much."

Ren Jianmo looked at the slightly blurred images of the two of them in the bronze mirror, with a slight smile on his lips.

Ji Thrush's curly hair turned into an explosive hair after the lightning strike. The top of the hair was all burnt, and the messy burrs were tangled up. That way, whether it looked or felt, it looked very much like a steel wool ball for cleaning the pot .

This appearance is extremely funny, but after Ji Xiaoniao found out that no matter how much he masturbated, he couldn't flatten the bird's nest on the top of his head, he gave up struggling very self-destructively, wearing this weird hairstyle without any psychological burden, busy for his lover I combed my hair.

"How is your body?"

Ren Jianmo leaned back in the chair, relaxed his shoulders, and let Ji Thrush play with it at will.

What he cared about in his heart was the current situation of his own children.

"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

"No."

Ji Thrush answered very simply, "On the contrary, not only did I not feel any discomfort, but..."

He thought about it and used a very intuitive description:

"On the contrary, I feel that I should have become a lot stronger."

Although there is no chance for him to do the test now, after going through the "Heavenly Tribulation", Ji Xiaoniao can be sure that his abilities have definitely been strengthened.

Now, not only the capacitance of his body has increased a lot compared to before, but he can also control and use his abilities more precisely.

Thinking of this, Ji Thrush stretched out a finger and hung it on Ren Jianmo's forehead.

"look."

As his words fell, Ren Jianmo's bangs hanging on his forehead seemed to be like a cobra that heard the sound of a snake operator's flute. He slowly raised his upper body, and the tops stuck to Ji Xiaoniao's fingers.

The thrush moved his fingertips slowly again.

That strand of hair swayed left and right with his movements, twisting into S-shaped curves, as if he was really dancing.

Ren Jianmo laughed.

"good."

He nodded, "Your ability control has become stronger."

In the past, the children in his family were most afraid of the fine manipulation of supernatural powers, turning electrical energy into the shape of an "arrow", and they finally mastered it after practicing hard day and night for a long time.

Now Ji Thrush is able to pinch a small stream of electric current with his fingertips so easily, only pulling his hair, but not causing Ren Jianmo to feel any slight electric shock, which is the best proof of his growing ability.

"It's a pity that the electric current is invisible to the naked eye."

Ji Thrush pouted, feeling a little regretful.

"Actually, I'm kneading it into the shape of a heart right now."

As he spoke, he struck a small blue spark on his fingertips, trying to prove to his lover that what he said was true.

Ren Jianmo reached out and grabbed the child's playful paw on his forehead.

"Reciprocity."

Ren Damei took the comb from Ji Thrush, and smiled at him again:

"Let me cut your hair for you."

The author has something to say:

Ji.Shuoguoqiu.Thrush: Good, good, cut it soon, otherwise how can I go out to meet people!