Instead of Being A Good Person, You Insist On Becoming A Slave

"Lord Divine Dragon!" Old Village Chief Wang was the most devastated.

He ran into the courtyard with a terrified expression.

He saw a pile of black powder on the ground and he couldn't tell what it was.

There was only the head of the snake that hadn't been completely burned to ashes.

Half of its skull was left behind.

Village Chief Wang bent his knees and knelt on the ground.

He cried and pounded the ground. "The Divine Dragon that we've protected for almost a hundred years was killed by you just like that!"

At this moment, the thunder faded and the sky gradually cleared up.

However, the summer wind did not stop and kept blowing over.

Gu Nuo'er's small face was fair and tender, revealing a delicate pink color.

Her watery eyes were bright and she let out a cold snort.

"What Divine Dragon? It's just a smelly snake that has cultivated for a hundred years.