A hot stream blew at the back of the man's neck.
He stiffly turned his head, just in time to see a pair of eyes burning with flames.
"Roar!"
A deafening dragon's roar sounded right at their heels.
The wild wind, mixed with thick saliva, wrinkled and deformed their faces.
Looking at the stunned man before it, Qiuqiu lifted its claw, a fire burning on it.
"Don't... don't kill me."
"Mom... save me."
Stricken with fear by the dragon's might, they kept retreating, their pale faces filled with despair.
Qiuqiu's lifted claw paused, the flame on it slowly extinguished.
Finally, with indifferent dark red eyes, it took a fleeting glance at them, then flapped its fiery wings, soaring into the sky, turning into a red streak speeding towards the city center.
"We... we survived."
The younger investigator gasped for air deeply.
Watching the red streak in the sky moving further away, he felt an unexpected sense of gratitude.
He subconsciously smelled the sticky saliva on his body.
