Red Dragon: In Charge of Natural Disasters

Chapter 192 Snow House Girl

There were still the howlings of the jackals behind him, which were mournful and terrifying.

Mantou followed the deep path in the valley, accelerated to get rid of the pursuers behind him, and came to an open area, finally escaping breathlessly.

"Hu, hu..."

"It's really strange, where did so many jackals come from, and they are all mutants."

Mantou raised his head and saw an exquisite wooden house suddenly appeared on the hillside of the snowy peak. The roof made of rolled logs was covered with thick white snow, and a gentle firelight shone through the window.

"Where is this?"

Mantou approached with some curiosity.

He knew that there must be something strange about encountering such a wooden house in this rarely visited deep mountain, but for players, it was impossible to leave such a place without cleaning it out.

"Never mind! Let's talk about it after entering!"

Mantou gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

With a slight "creaking" sound, Mantou gently pushed open the wooden door and entered the wooden house.

The layout of the house was quite cozy, with soft fur sofas, exquisite woven carpets, and crackling firewood in the fireplace.

On the table were delicacies such as milk, bread, and fruit, as well as silver spoons and even exquisite ornaments, which were out of tune with the barren snow-capped mountains outside.

"How could there be such a place in this mountain..."

Mantou muttered to himself, looking around, but found no clues.

"It's not polite to come uninvited, guests from afar--"

A beautiful female voice sounded.

Mantou turned his head quickly and saw a girl of seventeen or eighteen pushing open the wooden door and walking into the main room.

She had a neat ponytail, holding a cup of steaming tea in her slender hands, and a hint of playfulness on her kind and pretty face.

She put the hot tea on the table and winked at Mantou slyly.

"It's cold outside, please have a cup of hot tea to warm your stomach."

"By the way, my name is Valena, the daughter of the owner of this wooden house."

Mantou was a little flattered, staring at the girl's beautiful big eyes, nodding repeatedly, holding the cup of hot tea and drinking it, fortunately his red dragon blood made him not afraid of the heat at all.

"Ah, thank you."

"My name is Mantou."

He rashly put the tea on the table and answered.

"Your name is really... a little strange."

Valena looked at Mantou with a smile until his dragon cheeks, which were already a little red, turned red, and even white smoke came out of the surface of his skin.

After several failed online relationships, Mantou thought he had a heart as solid as a rock, and he hadn't felt this kind of heartbeat for a long time-"Mom, I'm in love!" Unexpectedly, he was disturbed by the beautiful NPC in "Erezagai".

Mantou thought to himself: "Mantou, Mantou, that's a virtual character! How can you be addicted to fake beauty! This is an NPC!"

Valena deliberately made a puzzled expression on her face.

"Why are you looking at me? Is there something on my face?"

"Ah, no, I don't..."

Mantou hesitated, looking a little embarrassed.

Valena laughed out loud.

"Don't be nervous."

Her big eyes were still staring at Mantou.

"I should be nervous. This place is sparsely populated and there are few visitors. You are the only one in recent years. I have been looking forward to seeing you for a long time."

Valena's delicate face showed a trace of apology.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I grew up in this wooden house since I was a child and have never been out. I can only learn about the outside world through passers-by."

"So-can you tell me about the outside world? Just for a while, okay?"

The girl's earnest tone made Mantou feel that he couldn't refuse at all, and he couldn't help but touch the tip of his nose.

"Ah, ah... Of course."

Mantou was a little nervous and stuttered, but as he drank the tea, his language became more fluent and his face became intoxicated.

"We call this place the Khalkha Mountains. To the south is the Storm Hill. It is a beautiful place with ogres, goblins, dog-headed people and other residents. Further south is the Northland, where humans like you have built beautiful cities and worked hard..."

"Ah? City?"

"Yes, city, it's a good place, many people live there..."

The firewood in the fireplace burned quietly, and Mantou and the girl sat on the soft fur sofa and talked all night.

As they chatted, the girl leaned on Mantou's arms, her eyes full of admiration and longing.

"The world you describe is so beautiful..."

Mantou's cheeks suddenly became hot, and he didn't know what to do. He had to sit there stiffly and change the subject.

"Valena, you, why do you live here all the time?"

The girl raised her head and stared into his eyes without hesitation: "I, my father is here, I want to stay with him all the time."

"Valena, you must feel lonely staying here all the time..."

Mantou stroked the girl's head with some heartache, and Valena fell into his arms obediently.

"Take another sip of tea, Brother Mantou, finish the tea, and you can tell me the next story.

The girl in his arms whispered softly.

Mantou obeyed subconsciously, picked up the cup, and wanted to drink the tea.

"Mantou! You're under a magic spell!"

"Open your eyes and let me see!"

A familiar voice sounded. It was Singo, who broke this rare moment of tenderness.

Mantou suddenly woke up as if from a dream, and threw the glass cup in his hand to the ground, splashing the remaining tea all over the floor.

"Crack!"

"Ah!"

Mantou was so scared that he collapsed to the ground and moved back on all fours.

He looked around. This was not a warm wooden house at all. It was clearly a cold metal chamber, and there were even mottled bloodstains.

He was indeed holding a human-shaped "girl" in his arms, but it was just a part of the monster, sewn onto the twisted and squirming piece of meat.

The body was huge and twisted, like a defective product made of messy flesh and blood. The body was covered with sparse white scales, but there were still large pieces of exposed flesh and blood. The luxuriant hair on the top of the head hung down, looking disgusting and ugly.

It has bat-like wing bones on its back, but the wing membrane is broken and looks like a corroded rag.

The ground is not steaming tea, but an unknown liquid emitting mist.

"Valena" seems to have not yet discovered her true identity. The rows of sharp teeth in the multi-petal mouth that looks like a cracked flesh are wriggling, and the lips are slightly fluttering:

"Big brother, drink it quickly..."

"Then you can... continue to tell me stories..."

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