My love game is too abstract.

Chapter 218 What does it smell like on you?

Golden Apple Avenue.

At the entrance of the opera house.

It's only three minutes until the show begins.

With a whoosh, Yaluo landed on the ground, and the pure white wings behind him folded.

"Zeshia!"

He saw the beautiful figure with long silver hair standing under the street light and ran over quickly.

It seemed that Zeshia was dressed up carefully today. She wore a short skirt with a black velvet hem, a lace shawl, and a pair of black high heels. She looked so exquisite that one would think she was going to attend a high-class dinner party.

Zesia heard the shout and saw him running towards her. Suddenly, she swung her tail towards him with a whistling sound. Yaluo took a breath and dodged quickly.

The dragon's tail hit the lamppost, bending the straight lamp.

"Oh my god"

Yaluo was stunned by the power.

Seeing that Yin Long was still about to attack, he quickly said, "Wait a minute! Let me explain first!"

"Last words? Tell me." Zeshia said coldly.

"Uh, well, I saw a group of little tiger cubs crossing the road, and I was really worried, so... Hey, wait a minute!"

Zeshia rushed forward again, looking as if she was going to bite him to death.

"We're still outside! Let's go back and talk about it, okay?" Yalu shouted while running.

"Humph!"

Silver Dragon kicked him hard in the calf, turned his head and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I've been waiting for you for an hour!"

Yalu was slightly stunned. There was a hint of grievance in this rebuke, like a little girl.

Silver Dragon pursed his lips tightly, his expression visibly sad.

Yaluo tentatively went up to comfort her.

"Something happened. I was late. It's my fault. I'm sorry."

Zeshia glared at him resentfully.

"Do you really take me seriously?"

He never thought that Zeshia could say such nagging words. He smiled helplessly for a moment:

"Of course it's true. Not to mention that I was late because of an accident today, even if I was hit by a carriage and fell to the ground today, I would still crawl over here."

It's a bit exaggerated, but the meaning is almost the same.

"Smooth talk," Zeshia murmured.

She lowered her eyes. To be honest, after she thought she was stood up today, she kept thinking about various reasons why Yaluo didn't come. She even thought that she had done something wrong.
Obviously, a guy who breaks his promise should be kicked out.
But when he finally saw Yalu running towards him in a hurry, Yinlong actually felt a sense of relief in his heart.

It's really not my personality to have such thoughts.
"I'm starving. I haven't eaten much all day. How about going to eat something first?" Seeing that Zeshia's anger had subsided a little, Yalu quickly changed the subject.

"Still eating? The play has already started!" Zeshia said unhappily.

"Then let's go in first." Yaluo said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Zeshia glanced at him, reached out and grabbed a bag of sandwiches from the storage space, and threw it to Yaluo:
"I packed it for you,"

Yaluo took it. The sandwich was still warm and filled with tuna. Ordinary sandwiches would not use such high-end ingredients. It was obviously made by Zeshia at the special request of the restaurant they booked.

I was really hungry, so after saying thank you, I tore open the wrapping paper and started eating.

Zeshia waited silently for him to finish eating, and then gave him a handkerchief with a faint fragrance.

After taking it and wiping his mouth, Zeshia looked at him for a while, then reached out and straightened his collar.

"Did you fall into some pit?"

She pinched off a few pieces of fallen leaves from his clothes and said unhappily.

“That’s about right.”

Zeshia's small nose twitched suddenly, and she frowned.

"Why do you smell strange?"

Yaluo paused, not expecting Zeshia to be able to smell it.

"I bumped into a fish cart on my way here."

Zeshia looked at his slightly flushed face and turned her head away after a moment.

"It's time to go in." She said lightly.

Yaluo breathed a sigh of relief.

I entered the theater with Zeshia and walked along the golden lobby corridor.

"When you see that Ao Fanduo later, I will give you a signal, then rush up and capture him. Do you understand?" Zeshia said as he walked.

"You are still thinking about this." Yaluo smiled helplessly.

When they entered the hall, the play had already begun and the lights were dim. They walked through the aisle of seats and found a seat in the front row.

After sitting down, Yaluo flipped through the performance manual.

The name of this stage play is "The Brave and the Dragon". It tells the story of a boy named Bayodona who has dreamed of becoming a dragon slayer since he was a child. He embarks on a journey with his dream in mind. On the way, he meets a young dragon named Lando who has injured his wings and is lost in the human world. The boy could have killed the dragon directly, but for the sake of the knight creed in his heart, he takes care of the young dragon until it heals, and then agrees to grow up with it and wait for a real knight contest in the future.

After that, he trained with it every day, grew up together, and the man and the dragon gradually became close friends.

But dragons have a much longer lifespan than humans. Ten years later, when the boy grows up, the dragon is still a young dragon, and is being hunted by a human lord.

The final outcome was that the knight fought to the death to protect it from the pursuers for the sake of his childhood promise, and eventually died under the sword. The young dragon cried in pain over his corpse. Ten years later, a newly grown dragon slaughtered the city that had chased them.

The ending is neither good nor bad. Creators of this era always like to add a touch of tragedy.

They arrived not too late. At this time, the plot on the stage was the protagonist's first departure to find the dragon. His boat was tottering in the raging waves. The young man grabbed the mast and recited powerful lines aloud. The scene was accompanied by thunder and lightning and was very shocking.

Zeshia looked around and nudged Yalo with her elbow.

"Where's that Ofando? Didn't he say he'd be here?"

"Who knows, maybe he came out after the play was over, or maybe he said goodbye and left before the show started," said Yaluo.

Zeshia didn't say anything, leaned back in her chair and watched the play.

The protagonist on the stage was washed onto an island by the waves. While exploring the island, he encountered another protagonist, the small red-scaled dragon.

The young dragon used shapeshifting magic to temporarily transform people into the appearance of dragons. Although the appearance was a bit strange, I heard that this was also the latest type of shapeshifting potion, the highest special effects technology that humans can currently achieve.

The protagonist saw the baby dragon and burst into laughter: "You dragon! You're not even as big as my dog! Did you just hatch from an egg?" The baby dragon angrily replied: "Don't laugh at me! You ignorant human! I'm fifty-five years old! I'm older than your father!"

Zeshia beside him sneered.

"How foolish! You don't understand dragons at all. If a dragon is forty or fifty years old, it can be as big as a cow."

"Also, the wings and tail of red dragons never look like that. It's completely a product of human imagination."

"It's definitely impossible to restore it absolutely." Yaluo said.

A little old man in the front seat frowned and turned around, wanting to see who was talking so loudly in a tone that sounded very knowledgeable about dragons, but when he saw that the other person was a dragonborn, he turned away silently.

The stage play was still going on. Zeshia watched it, yawned, and nudged Yaluo beside her.

"Sit over here."

Yaluo sat towards her.

Zeshia put her arm around him, tilted her body, and naturally leaned on his shoulder.

Yaluo thought that Zeshia had no interest in the stage play and wanted to sleep, but when he turned around, he saw that the silver dragon was still watching attentively with his eyes open.

He didn't say anything and just watched with her.

As the plot progresses in the theater, the lighting and special effects change. The little hero and the young dragon gradually become close friends and can talk about anything. Various heartwarming daily scenes are played out, and occasionally one or two jokes in the theater will cause laughter.

Yaluo glanced at Zeshia secretly and found that a smile was on the corner of her mouth.

The plot then moves on to the point where the young dragon is discovered by the villain lord, who summons his men to hunt it down. In order to protect it, the brave man is captured by the villain, and the lord tortures him constantly, just to get him to hand over the whereabouts of the young dragon.

I have to say that the lines in this drama are really well-written, which can especially arouse the audience's emotions. The conflicts between the characters are intense and the plot is compact, which makes the audience's hearts be lifted and put down at once.

"Beodona! Making friends with a dragon! How foolish! Is it because you've lost your dignity as a human that you're trying to find a sense of identity in a dragon?"

When I looked at Zeshia again at this time, I found that her expression was a little gloomy.

As the story progresses, the lord hunts the young dragon, the brave man and the dragon save each other, and tragic scenes unfold one after another.

The story ends with the brave warrior Bayodona being seriously injured and dying. He falls in front of Lando, one hand supporting the broken sword, the other hand pressing on the young dragon, saying his last words to it:

"Lando, my dear friend, I can no longer bear the promise we made to each other. Please forgive me and let my broken soul become your Achilles' heel. Before I die, I want to see the fire in your pupils. It will be brighter than the northern lights. It will ignite the evils of the world and send those evildoers to hell. It will also be the only light of dawn that I will hold in my hands as I head to Valhalla!"

"Remember when I told you that snowflakes smell like your tears?"

In the end, the hero died in battle, and the young dragon lay on his body and cried bitterly. The pursuers behind rushed forward, pierced the young dragon's wings with spears, and passed the chain through its wounds. The villain lord also walked out with a sneer on his face.

"This Dragon Queen can't stand this bastard anymore!"

Zeshia suddenly rushed up, pointing at the lord on the stage and roaring:
"Bullying a baby dragon is nothing! Challenge me if you dare!"

"Zeshia! This is just a stage play!"

Yaluo hurriedly tried to hold her back, but Zeshia had already flown out and landed on the stage.

"Everyone, get out of here!"

She casually picked up a spear used for performances and pointed it at the villains opposite and shouted.

This action shocked the entire audience, and there were sounds of commotion in the theater.

"Well, audience member, we are just acting."

The villain lord who was pointed at said quickly that he really didn't understand how their show could make the Dragonborn Lord unhappy.

Even the brave man who was about to die while reciting his lines was frightened back to life and quickly got up and hid aside.

"That Ovando! Come out to me!"

She shouted angrily, but no one in the commotion dared to speak out.

At this moment, in the corner, the little old man who was very dissatisfied with Zeshia's comments on the plot had already bent over and ran away stealthily.

"You're so scared to write this kind of shit! You're nothing! If the dragons ever wipe out all of you humans, it'll be the fault of the person who wrote this kind of idiotic plot!"

Zeshia was cursing on the stage, and many staff members ran up to her and begged her to leave first, at least to let the play finish, but she insisted on asking the old man who wrote such a plot to get out, and she also angrily criticized the books he had written before.

At this moment, she was carrying a spear, and with her identity as a dragon, her gorgeous dress, and her cursing lines, she actually looked a bit like the protagonist of a stage play.

This is much more interesting than a stage play, and even some audiences from other theaters came here.

"This guy," Yaluo sighed helplessly, then took out his cell phone and took a photo of Zeshia who was making trouble on the stage.

It’s also a special souvenir.

"You don't have to make such a fuss."

After leaving the theater, Yinlong still looked depressed, and Yaluo comforted her.

Just now, the owner of the theater came over and said that he would never perform in Ovando's plays again, so he asked Yinlong to leave the stage.

"Hmph, I just don't like the plot inside." Zeshia said.

"Aren't all the bad guys punished in the end? Why are you so anxious?" Yaluo said.

"Not that," Zeshia whispered.

"What is that?" Yaluo wondered.

Zeshia turned her head away and pursed her lips: "What the lord said, that people can't be with dragons, etc., is like..."

“We are the same.”

Yaluo widened his eyes slightly, as if he understood what Silver Dragon meant.

So she cares about this?
Could it be that when the hero and the dragon said goodbye at the end, she was also worried that it would be the end for her?

He was somewhat surprised that Zeshia had such a sensitive mind.

He couldn't help but smile: "The script introduces reality, doesn't it? But maybe I will be hunted by the dragon tribe in the future."

Zeshia stared at him and snorted, "I think so too."

She took a few quick steps, putting some distance between them and him, then stopped.

"Yalo."

"Ok?"

"Stay with me, at least for the next few days, okay?" Zeshia whispered.

Yaluo looked at her and smiled faintly: "It's not just this period of time. I've told you that I will pester you for the rest of your life. Lady Zeshia, you'd better be prepared to be pestered by me for the rest of your life."

Zeshia turned and looked at him, her eyes speechless.

"Fool."

The girl walked up quickly, and before Yaluo knew what she was going to do, she came up, put her arms around his neck, and gave him a hot and sweet kiss.

(End of this chapter)