Pain! This was the only sensation Luo Qingci felt when her five senses returned.
It was as if a hammer had struck her chest, not only breaking her bones but also shattering her internal organs.
Even though her eyes were open, her vision remained dark. She could only feel her body being uncontrollably flung into the air and then heavily crashing to the ground.
The strong smell of blood surged up from her throat, and Luo Qingci convulsed, spitting out a mouthful of metallic-tasting liquid.
The unbearable pain radiated from her chest to every part of her body, tearing at her very soul.
It hurt too much. She couldn't speak or even cry out.
She felt like she was about to die.
Could she be the first "stepping stone" to die right after transmigrating?
Was she supposed to be killed to amuse the protagonist?
Before she could recover from the intense pain, a sorrowful and furious roar erupted above her, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind.
Luo Qingci curled up, the force of the wind flipping her over.
This was adding insult to injury.
The roar was deep and ancient, like a whale breaking through the deep sea with all its might, only to fall back exhausted, a hero in decline.
The fact that she could still think like this under such circumstances made Luo Qingci feel a bit speechless.
"Good luck!"
Dazed and disoriented, a cold voice echoed in Luo Qingci's mind. Immediately, the excruciating pain in her body began to fade, and her numb senses gradually returned.
Gasping for breath, she weakly muttered through clenched teeth, "This sounds more like wishing me an early death."
But just as she finished speaking, the scene before her stunned her. As her vision cleared, she finally saw the source of the roar.
It was a dragon, a dragon covered in blood, its scales as black as obsidian.
It was coiled on the ground, its scales badly damaged, blood everywhere, and a wound the size of a bowl on its neck, bleeding profusely.
Its enormous dragon head struggled to lift, its whiskers flying, and its dragon breath roared out uncontrollably.
Even on the brink of death, its regal aura still made others instinctively bow in submission.
After letting out a long, mournful cry, its eyes filled with anger and sorrow as it gazed in Luo Qingci's direction, though it wasn't looking directly at her.
"You will all pay for what you've done today!" The voice was hoarse, filled with gritted hatred, and tinged with helplessness.
With those words, it could no longer support its massive head, which fell heavily to the ground.
Blood splattered everywhere, and a single dragon tear fell from its blood-covered eye, landing in the pool of blood.
As soon as it collapsed, the earth shook and the mountains trembled.
Dragon roars echoed from all directions, like thunder booming across the sky.
Each roar was filled with sorrow, a mix of pain and reverence, as if they were bidding farewell to this black dragon. The sound made Luo Qingci's heart tremble uncontrollably.
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The Art of Subduing Dragons
FantasyDISCLAIMER: I do not claim ownership over this story. I only MTLed it. Original novel: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=5287959 Although Luo Qingci knew that her name sounded like that of a heroine in a historical novel, she never expected...