i have a sword fairy

Zhao Rong was dressed in a simple green shirt, while Su Xiaoxiao was dressed as a Taoist nun when she played "Lan Yuqing" in Liang Jing of the Great Wei Dynasty.

This is what Zhao Rong requested.

Of course it wasn't for any bad taste, but Zhao Rong had other considerations.

To be on the safe side, she was asked to wear the Celestial Cave Clothes on the boat that could shield her demon aura.

The two are in love.

As a fox girl, Su Xiaoxiao is sentimental, and she is just at the age when she is in love.

So it is good to just think about not being separated from your lover for a moment.

Very much in love with Zhao Rong.

She didn't want to let him out of her sight for a moment, just like her mind.

During the few days on board, Su Xiaoxiao ran to Zhao Rong's room every night.

During the day, Zhao Rong wanted to practice and study, so he finally sent her away.

After a while, Su Xiaoxiao couldn't bear the feeling of emptiness and panic without him again, she tilted her head and thought of all sorts of strange reasons to find him.

This time her reason is that after reading for a while, she should stop and relax her eyes, and combine work with rest.

But Zhao Rong just turned over two pages of the book...

Su Xiaoxiao stared intently at Zhao Rong with her big eyes, smiling sweetly.

"Zhao Lang, do you like me wearing this outfit and dressing up as a Taoist nun?"

Zhao Rong looked serious: "The baby looks good in anything, and I like them all."

"Hee hee, you will coax me."

Su Xiaohuan hugged Zhao Rong's waist, and buried her small head in his heart.

Biting her lip, she listened to his powerful heartbeat.

Zhao Rong was a little helpless.

It's too sticky.

But...it feels good.

suddenly.

Zhao Rong's expression changed, and he turned his head to look around.

Because he keenly felt that the sound of the surrounding river waves seemed... louder.

At this time, Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiaozhen were on the deck with few people at the stern, and he was facing the bow of the ship.

next second.

Zhao Rong turned around like a ghost.

I see.

On the river not far away.

Suddenly, a pair of... dark bloody eyes appeared.

The dragon looked up.

Chapter 123 The White Flood Dragon Walks the River

On the river.

A dragon looked up.

Immediately.

The current is fast, and there are stormy waves.

Zhao Rong was shocked.

At first glance, it was a pair of blood-shot eyes.

Take a second look.

Just a thousand meters away, there was a dragon with its head raised and a wave that was tens of feet higher than the river rushing toward its face.

It seems that the dragon boat can be smashed to pieces in the next moment.

drown everything.

Zhao Rong choked for breath.

The part of this flood dragon that is above the water is several tens of feet long, and its whole body is unknown.

It looks like a snake, with scales on its body, dragon beard and unformed young horns on its head, a white baby on its neck, ocher flying on its chest, and two feet protruding from the water.

At this time, it was covered in blood, and its eyes were also red. Looking carefully, it turned out that there were countless wounds on the dragon's body, and the blood was dripping and flowing continuously.

Occasionally, when the river water washes it, the white flood body will appear briefly.

It turned out to be a bloody, thin-necked white flood dragon.

now.

In his arms was Su Xiaoxiao who was listening to his heartbeat.

It seems that he felt the stiffness of his body and the rapidity of his heartbeat, or he was attracted by the abnormal momentum of the river.

She looked up vigilantly like a deer, and the first thing she saw was the strange expression of her lover.

Su Xiaoxiao turned her head following Zhao Rong's gaze, and her beautiful eyes widened in the next moment.

"Ah! This... this is..."

Zhao Rong was extremely anxious, he pursed his lips tightly, and looked around quickly, trying to find a way to escape.

But on this big river, the surroundings are full of rolling river water.

Even a dragon boat as big as a green mountain is nothing more than a drop in the vastness.

The one behind the boat was less than a kilometer away, and the Baijiao that was about to hit the dragon boat was surrounded by huge waves of [-] meters.

The dragon boat was sailing in the center of the river, and the blood-red white dragon was also walking in the middle of the river.

At this time, even if the dragon boat deviates from the channel, or the white Jiao gets out of the way.

It doesn't help the matter, because the mighty waves brought by the white flood can overturn the dragon boat.

Not to mention that the menacing white flood has no intention of giving way or stopping.

The dragon boat and Jiaolong will chase after each other in the next moment.

He and Su Xiaoxiao have no escape.

Zhao Rong gritted his teeth, thought for a moment, stared straight at the bloody white dragon, and even guessed in his heart whether it was aimed at him...

It's just that Zhao Rong just felt hopeless in his heart.

The surrounding situation is changing rapidly.

A thin figure with a sword on his back flew out from somewhere in the dragon boat, it was a young man.

The small body of this young man with a sword on his back is compared to the huge dragon boat.

It is the difference between ants and elephants.

but.

I saw that the man with the sword on his back suddenly reached out his hand and grabbed it from the air.

Make a fist and lift up.

boom--!

The entire huge dragon boat floated upwards as if being lifted up by someone.

The man with the sword on his back raised his fist more slowly.

But the dragon boat rose faster and faster, getting farther and farther away from the river.

ten feet.

twenty feet.

forty feet.

Eighty feet.

boom--!

Whoa-!

In an instant.

The dragon boat and Baijiao have already met.

The height of the bottom of the boat is still not higher than the huge waves created by Jiaolong.

but.

Fortunately, the white flood that raised its head did not hit the floating hull.

The dragon boat was slammed by huge waves, and half of the bottom of the boat was submerged in an instant. The hull trembled, but it was still firm.

The bursting water vapor stirred up a kilometer high.

A hazy rainbow of seven colors loomed.

The falling water droplets turned into a brief downpour.

Dragon Boat and White Jiao.

The two pass by.

Everything just happened in a few breaths.

People were caught off guard, and it was over before they could react.

The dragon went away, the big waves subsided, and the dragon boat returned to the river.

Zhao Rong, who was bending over to hold Su Xiaoxiao's petite body in his arms, slowly straightened up.

Panting heavily, he stared blankly at the direction in which the white flood dragon was leaving.

"Zhao Lang, Zhao Lang."

Su Xiaoxiao raised her head in Zhao Rong's arms, opened her mouth slightly, looked up and down, and anxiously checked Zhao Rong's body.

The moment the dragon boat collided with the huge waves just now, Zhao Rong immediately protected her in his arms.

At this moment, she wrinkled her face, worried that Zhao Rong would be affected by the momentum just now.

"I'm fine." Zhao Rong frowned and looked around.

When Su Xiaoxiao heard this, her heart relaxed slightly, and then she felt warm. She raised her little hand, and gently wiped the water stains on his face with her sleeves.

Su Xiaoxiao glanced at Zhao Rong's expression, and said softly: "That dragon should be walking across the river in Dadu."

Zhao Rong is currently scrutinizing the young man with the sword in the air who just saved the lives of a boatload of people.

He was dressed in white cloth, with an ordinary face, and the sword on his back, the hilt and scabbard were all wrapped in layers of white cloth, making it impossible to see clearly.

At this time, the danger has passed, and the passengers on the boat have calmed down. From time to time, outside the boat, monks who escaped and flew away when the big waves came, flew back again.

There was a lot of noise on the boat, everyone was thanking the young man with the sword for his life-saving act.

It's just that the young man with the sword on his back ignored him, frowning sideways and staring at the leaving figure of Jiang Baijiao, expressionless, but the sword behind him trembled slightly.

Like a cicada singing.

Hearing Su Xiaoxiao's words, Zhao Rong turned around and asked, "Go to the river?"

Su Xiaoxiao smiled slightly, and was about to speak, but in the next second, she saw Zhao Rong suddenly turned her head and looked behind her, and she also looked curiously when she saw this.

At the rear, in the direction where Bai Jiao came just now, more than a dozen escaping lights appeared again.

Then, the sound of wind and thunder came along with the sound of the river.

Zhao Rong was still waiting for a closer look, and the dozens of escaping lights approached in an instant.