Rusty Dragon

When the night came, there was a twittering sound in his ears, and the monster in the shadow began to move restlessly. Jason’s hungry stomach began to roar, and he couldn’t help swallowing saliva. Hunger is the best spur.

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Roslor crawled on the ground, retching loudly.


In the previous three minutes, he had already vomited everything in his stomach, but the vomiting hadn't stopped.


As a doctor, he thought himself accustomed to the sight of bloody, disgusting things and believed nothing should cause him such a severe physiological reaction anymore, but when he encountered that stinking river, Roslor realized how naïve he was.


The odor of that putrid river truly filled Roslor with dread.


When smelled, it was enough to make a lasting impression.


Not to mention, at the time of the recent shooting, he unintentionally swallowed a couple of gulps.


It was the strangest, most disgusting taste he had ever experienced in his life.


Thinking about that taste, Roslor began to dry heave again.


After another ten-plus seconds of retching, Roslor finally trembled and got up, turning towards the silent Billder beside him.


Chapter 19 Avoiding Trouble, Losa 11