C57 (1/2)
In the early spring of the second year, it started to rain, the rain got heavier and heavier, as though it was raining. All the people who were in admiration complained, because they could not see the Literary God couple, and the other families did not have much time to themselves.
However, this scene of rain caused the Luo River's waters to swell. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed in the dark sky, followed by a thunderclap that seemed to shatter mountains and split the earth, causing the souls of the people to be lost. Following that was the rumbling of thunder, and the lightning instantly illuminated the land, causing thunder, lightning, and the endless downpour of rain; endless flashes of lightning struck down countless trees, toppling many houses, and destroying countless crops.
This caused a flood to erupt, and mud and rocks flowed everywhere. Many people became homeless at that moment, and many lives were taken as well.
After being bombarded by lightning for three days and three nights, the rain still did not stop. The streets, the villages, and the farmlands were all submerged in the sea.
A small white dragon was swimming in the water, shaking its head and wagging its tail, as if it was enjoying the baptism of thunder and lightning.
He inhaled the water and flew up the hill. After a while, the mud flow got bigger, but he laughed. When he saw the refugees, he jumped even more happily and splashed more water on the refugees.
”Ahhahaha, you group of people call it stinky! Let little grandpa give you a bath. This taste isn't bad right?” He laughed and stirred the water with his tail.
There was an old lady kneeling on the ground crying as she pleaded, ”Oh god, please open your eyes. If we go down again, how are we going to live?”
Countless more people kneeled on the ground, praying to the heavens, ”God above, please accept this commoner's bow. Don't kowtow, we've kowtowed to you.”
The white dragon stepped on a cloud of mushrooms. Seeing its mother kneeling down and begging him, as well as countless farmers begging him, it was extremely happy. In a flash, its figure sank to the bottom of the Yellow River.
On this day, the rain gradually became weaker. Literary God led the group to put on the rain gear and went to the riverbank to drain the water from the farmlands. They were busy bringing the water into the Yellow River and then reconstructing the dike.
At this time, half a month's worth of rain had also sapped Literary God's patience, especially the days of rain, rain and lightning, which made him even angrier. He picked up Shang Fang's treasured sword and waved it in the water, causing the crystal palace to sway.
”What kind of divine being would come to my Crystal Palace to cause trouble?” The old Dragon King shouted. Seeing that there was a white dragon writhing in the water, he raised his head and jumped out of the river. Literary God picked up his treasure sword and chased after Bai Long.
Arriving at a place devoid of people, Literary God looked at Bai Long and asked angrily, ”Hebo Ao Le, do you know your crime?”
”Star Lord, you've come at the right time. I'm happy with my son, Xi San. This child is really mischievous. Could I invite you to have a cup of wedding wine?” When the Old Dragon King saw that there was no one else but the Literary God, who was the popular person by the Jade Emperor's side, his face immediately filled with anger as he smiled and invited them.
”You are preying on your own excitement, but humans have suffered. Do you know how many people have been made homeless by the torrential torrential floods and mudslides caused by the constant rain and the threats made by Thunderclap's Mother over the course of three days and three nights? You still want me to drink wedding wine? ” Literary God angrily said while standing on the clouds.
”Starlord, I'm under orders to rain. How could I care so much?” The old Dragon King tried to defend himself.