Cough.

Baihe woke up from his deep sleep, and the first thing he did was cough.

God knows how a dragon can catch a cold, but Baihe just feels a little uncomfortable for no reason.

His body seems to have become a little bigger, but the depressions on his body surface show that he seems to be thinner, which shows that the effect of this growth is really average.

Blood sucking seems to cause malnutrition.

Baihe stopped coughing and smacked his lips. Suddenly, he found that the hard feeling in his throat loosened a little. Although it was still stuck, Baihe felt that as long as he coughed harder, he could cough it out.

Maybe it was because his body grew bigger and his throat became wider.

Baihe accumulated strength and decided to make a shocking spit. When he opened his mouth, he felt as if a cold force surged from his heart, which made him realize that his frequent coughing was actually a manifestation of awakening his breathing ability.

Power gushed out, and a cold breath with a black light gushed out from the throat. The black object hit the ice wall and fell to the ground. Baihe took a closer look and a sentence of "gripped a big trough" came out of his mouth.

...

gripped a big trough

The voice was quite nice, a little hoarse and magnetic, with a delicate texture but not lacking brightness, good reviews.

Bailong, who spoke for the first time, commented on his voice in a self-indulgent way, frowned and thought about it, put the thing picked up from the ground back into his mouth, and carefully pressed it under the tongue where it would not fall easily.

Erha was still snoring, Baihe walked out of the ice cave, spread his wings, and climbed to the top of the glacier with flying and grasping. Although he felt a little uncomfortable, he still felt the presence of the warm current under the dim sunlight.

He lowered his head and spit out the thing under his tongue, which was also the culprit that had been stuck in his throat all along, and seemed to be the culprit of the crossing.

He stretched out his claws and stared at it carefully. It was a carefully polished black twenty-sided die with equal probability. In the air above the die, there were words from Earth that only he could see:

"Destiny (118/120)

Rarity: SSR

It can be used once every 120 days. It can send you to a world with an energy level that matches the number you threw. After staying for the same amount of time, you can choose to return. You can pay half the time to go back to the world you have been to (if the world can still support crossing normally).

During the crossing process, the materials that can be carried are limited to the user's physical body and spiritual control objects.

Click to send, happy game - observer."

...

Happy you, God, click to send, I spent so much money playing Face Liver Master, why didn't you give me an SSR?

This is the holy relic of the infinite flow, just like the old man of the light ball and the gates of gold, silver, bronze, black iron and other materials, or Gaia Alaya that jumped out of the center of the earth. I don't know when it will be used.

Baihe silently accepted the change in game style. A cool breeze mixed with warmth brought a lazy feeling. The desire to hunt was temporarily stopped. He raised his head again and looked at the direction where the warm wind was blowing. It was the sunshine of the Great Glacier.

…

There was no white fog filling the sky and earth, nor was there a blizzard and icy wind blocking the view. This was a rare sunny day in the Great Glacier.

The sunlight of the polar day shone on the mountains and the earth. He saw layers of snow on the distant peaks, the rushing but quiet torrent under the glacier, and groups of winter wolves and snow deer chasing on the snowfield. Pieces of snowflakes splashed on the fields and scattered into the glacier like catkins in the breeze.

A loud scream came from afar. He saw a giant eagle with its wings spread across the sky, and it seemed to have set off a new storm. After the strong wind, a dark cloud flew from afar, and snowflakes fell down, and swirled up and down in a short time.

He folded his wings and bathed in the light. An indescribable loneliness and desolation permeated Baihe's heart. That was true loneliness.

…

It was uncomfortable.

Baihe looked at the white sky and the ground and sighed.

It was not a show-off for being a stranger in a foreign land, because life on Earth was just like this.

He could accept the lack of interpersonal communication, but he could not accept the lack of other things in life.

For example, the cute girls of ACG, the single-player games of Bethesda, the puppet shows of Taiwan, and the songs of Aunt Xiachuan.

I don't know if there are humanoid creatures like humans in this world. As a dragon, should I capture a group of cute girls and form a group to dance to the Pure Land for myself every day?

Baihe was soon amused by his own thoughts. The dragon throat made a hoarse laugh that was not very pleasant. Huge tears fell from the tear glands. The laughter gradually turned into a long howl, and the long howl turned into a rhythmic chant. Some sharp sounds echoed between the icebergs.

"…summer in the hills

those hazy days sidore me

we were running still

had the whole world at our feet

watching seasons change

our roads were led with adventure

mountains in the way

couldn't keep us from the sea…"

…

The singing voice released a greater number of decibels in the high and empty space. As the scattered wind blew over the icebergs and snow, he did not notice that the running wolves and fleeing wild deer stopped, and did not see that the fish in the glacier cave stopped jumping. In his consciousness, he seemed to sense that the wind and snow resonated in his singing. Soon, a layer of icy wind surrounded the mountaintop where he was, and it was gorgeous and dazzling under the sunlight.

"Here west and open arms

This is me where weare

Ever strong in the world that we made

I still hear you in the breeze

See your shadows in the trees

Holding on, memories never change..."

A little dragon with a crystal color but different from the white dragon quietly flew down from the glaciers that went straight into the clouds on the other side. Under the gemstone on its forehead, a pair of beautiful eyes scanned the surroundings in surprise. This was a young crystal dragon.

She quickly found the white dragon singing a song she couldn't understand at all. There was confusion in her eyes, but more of it was amazement. She quietly approached the glacier at the bottom of the white dragon and looked at him curiously in an inconspicuous snow nest.

She didn't realize that she was about to bring about an imminent war. Another crystal dragon flew out of the mountains with a whistling wind. She was not huge and seemed to have just entered adolescence.

At the same time, the adult white dragon Angdalamo, who had sensed the movement in the nest, also flapped his wings and flew out of the nest, confronting the crystal dragon, which was not far from her size, in the air. The harsh dragon roar replaced the distant singing. The listening crystal dragon shook his head in boredom, flapped his wings and flew under the dragon wings of his mother; the crystal dragon looking for his child and the white dragon protecting the nest roared and warned each other for a while, and retreated to the nest under mutual fear of the rat, and the white dragon singing on the mountain disappeared at some point.

…

"Travelers will be warned in advance when passing through the Great Glacier. When the weather is clear, they must find a place to hide when they hear singing from the sky, especially beautiful girls!" - "Song of the White Dragon" · Northern Bard Academy