There’s a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea

Chapter One of the eighth piece: (1)

The remote Dahu Village is located in a large ravine in the northwest of Country H. It is isolated from the world. The nearest town requires more than ten hours of mountain trekking. Once it encounters a heavy snow-covered mountain, it will be as difficult as hell, so of course. The conditions of the people living here are difficult and simple. When it freezes in winter, it is difficult for every household to eat saliva and life is extremely difficult.

Most of the women here have gray heads and faces. They either work in the ground or give birth to babies with big bellies all the year round. I don't know how many girls are drowned in dung buckets. Most of them had rough skin, sallow eyes and blank eyes.

There are also families who raise eldest daughters. They are married when they are fourteen or five years old, and even when they are younger. For example, the one who is drawing water by the well at the moment, judging from her belly, she is probably seven or eight pregnant. Months, she can see that her face is still childish, at most only twelve or thirteen years old.

Ignorance and backwardness make viciousness a matter of course.

Therefore, when a woman who did not fit into this place moved in, the villagers were shocked. They looked at her uncontrollably. Because compared with the women in the village, she is the real "woman".

Her skin is like winter white snow, her lips are delicate and beautiful, her hair is black and shiny, and her eyes seem to be seductive. The clothes she wears are also very delicate, beautiful and unbelievable. Compared with the gray villagers, she looks like a mortal fairy.

Of course, this was already half a year ago.

After the woman came, she lived in the smallest room in the village. That room was abandoned. She said that she had surrendered to her relatives, but when she came, her only remaining relative had already died. So she stayed overnight in a small ruined house left by relatives-most villagers thought she was lying, because in that ruined dirt house lived a mad woman who fell into the ice of the big winter a year ago Unable to get up, when the villagers found out, they were all frozen to death.

The crazy woman didn't know where it came from, and the origin was unknown. This woman said she had run to this crazy woman. Who would believe it! The women in the village chewed their tongues secretly, saying that she was a chicken. She probably couldn't do business and ran away. She came to them and wanted to live. It was disgusting and dirty.

Therefore, when the woman named Linglong bought a box of matches from the shabby shop, the men chatting under the tree stared at her. The weather was a bit hot. She was wearing a beautiful dress that they had never seen before. There was no water and electricity in the village. The women all dressed up the same, and she had never seen anything like this before. That skirt is so beautiful. The exposed legs are thin and white, and they are as tender as water. They are very different from most of the village women with rough and yellow skin.

When she walks, she is also very enchanting and charming, and her waist is so thin that she will break if she is pinched.

Even if she doesn't talk to or interact with others, she lives in the dilapidated earthen house and cannot resist the pointing gaze of the villagers.

Linglong buys matches to smoke. There is no pastime in this shabby place and it is extremely boring. But, tonight... Linglong laughed and lit a thin female cigarette on hand. She seldom smokes, but when this thing is a pastime, after living in this shabby place for half a year, her patience has reached the extreme. For Linglong who likes to enjoy it, it is true that tolerating such a thing is no fun but a bunch The place of the idiot for half a year is already her limit.

When Wang Ermin opened the rotten door and came in, he saw this scene. He hadn't read a book, didn't know a few big characters, and couldn't think of any beautiful words in his mind, but when he saw Linglong, his saliva flowed out and his eyes were straight. It is said that some women outside are very beautiful women, but Wang Ermin thinks that they are definitely not as beautiful as the woman in front of them, absolutely not!

He wiped the corners of his mouth and stared at Linglong's exposed snow-white thighs. She wore a white nightdress with a soft fabric and was not revealing, but because she had her legs up, she looked very attractive. Wang Ermin had never seen this kind of action, because his wife was swollen and deformed, and the result of having seven children was that Wang Ermin's appetite was overwhelmed.

"The movement you touched is quite skilled." Linglong chuckled lightly, pinched out the cigarette in her hand, and spit out a mouthful of eye circles. "Why, want to stay overnight with me?"

"Think, think!" Wang Ermin nodded desperately like a dog.

Linglong smiled deeper and pointed her finger at him: "Come here."

Wang Ermin rushed over immediately, but before reaching her at all, he softened and knelt on the ground. The beautiful woman came over and kicked him hard, with a look of contempt: "What dirty thing, you want to sleep with me?"

She doesn't even bother to eat this kind of garbage. It can't provide power, and it smells so bad that it's dirty and black.

Linglong conjured a kitchen knife and threw it on the ground, looking at Wang Ermin's eyes: "You know what to do."

Wang Ermin got up like a puppet, grabbed a kitchen knife and walked out. Linglong also walked out, watching him carry the kitchen knife into the door from house to house-this village does not have the habit of locking the door at night.

"That's it, they endured it for half a year." Linglong said to the room, "Compared with your half a month, it is indeed a lot better. Unfortunately, if I were an ordinary person, the ending would be no different from yours."

But rest assured, you have become my nourishment, and I will give you the results you want.

Two days later, during the twelfth national census, the police had toiled over the mountain to reach this isolated small mountain village, only to find that the entire village was dead. A man was holding a kitchen knife in his hand-only he committed suicide. of. Only some young children survived. They were locked up in an empty house without even knowing what happened.

A key high school in City A, the capital of Country H, has a new teacher.

The teacher's surname is Long. I heard that she came back from abroad. This is her first job.

The school allocates apartments to teachers, basically a room for two. The teacher who lives with Linglong is surnamed Su, but although Teacher Su still has everything, Linglong has not seen her after moving in for three days. After she signed the contract, it happened to be a two-day weekly break, and she would officially go to work tomorrow.

However, Linglong didn't see her roommate Su Wanwan for the first time until she arrived at school the next day.

It looks pretty ordinary, and the facial features can only be said to be not ugly, and to be more beautiful, it is called Qingxiu. In fact, it is a popular face, and I can't remember that at first glance. Standing next to Linglong is even more distressing, like a stunted weed next to a peony.

But she is the most popular teacher in the school, and she is also the language teacher of Class Z in the second year of high school. Class Z is the most difficult class in the school. All the children from wealthy families gather in it. They are lawless, but they don’t know why they are so so. Listen to Su Wanwan's words. They all angered the head teacher, but only Su Wanwan, who was timid and shy, was left behind.

Then the new head teacher must be Linglong. Seriously, she doesn't look like a teacher at all. It is euphemistic to say that she is not like Su Wanwan.

School students are required to wear school uniforms, but the teachers have no rules, but most teachers wear professional suits. Linglong doesn’t want to wear them. She was tired of wearing them in the last world. So when she appeared at the door of the classroom, the boys in Class Z The collective blew out a loud whistle, with explicit eyes.

This is really not worthy of respect for the teacher. Linglong walked to the door and stopped. She didn't step in. She was wearing a red dress today, with long curly hair gathered in front of her casually. Of course she didn't come to this school to do charity, otherwise, why should she ask for trouble and take Class Z? When she didn't see the principal, she was shocked and her jaw dropped? Most of the high school head teachers are male teachers, and there are already few female head teachers, and they bring the worst and most difficult class Z...

I don't know why, but the principal finally agreed without objection.

To be reasonable, like this kind of operation of putting flour bowls on the half-open door frame of the classroom, Linglong doesn’t know much-she saw it in old movies before she was a teenager. She stood at the door and watched the students whistle to herself. Kicked down the door, and waited until the flour bowl fell before coming in with a smile on his face, but with this smile, even the little fish in the desert sea would be scared to lose their scales when they saw it.

The stupid human teenagers only felt that they were so beautiful that they were ready to disarm, but they didn't know why they suddenly didn't want to continue.

Linglong put the textbook on the podium. To be honest, she was too lazy to give lectures, and she was too lazy to teach and educate people. Anyway, the students in this class are just like birds whether they learn or not, so don't waste everyone's time. She turned her head and glanced at the poor basin, and warned her lovely students in the softest voice: "I don't want to see this kind of thing a second time, otherwise, I will definitely educate you."

After speaking, her smile disappeared: "I don't like when someone sleeps, talks, eats, plays with mobile phones and falls in love during class. If you want to challenge me, you can try the consequences of doing so."

The crisp sound of high-heeled shoes ended at a boy's desk. Linglong bent over and touched his mobile phone, threw it to the ground in front of the classmates, and crushed it with high-heeled shoes. She picked up the boy's collar and narrowed her eyes slightly: "Can't you hear what I'm saying?"

Her method is simple and rude, and she is too lazy to use a gentle policy. This group of **** is not worth her doing. She didn't come to influence them to teach them adulthood, but to collect debts. A group of juvenile second-degree sick idiots cannot just expose all their sins just because they are young.

Otherwise she won't digest it, but it will be very uncomfortable.