I Fell into the Beast World and Found a Little White Dragon

After three years in the apocalypse, Wei Feifei is forced off a thousand-foot cliff by a Level 6 zombie. When she opens her eyes again, she’s in a strange forest filled with towering trees and abundant spiritual energy. She has a lightning ability and a family heirloom: a spiritual spring space. Before she can figure out what’s going on, she finds a “little white snake” bleeding profusely in the grass. It has horns on its head and claws beneath its belly. It’s clearly a dragon. She says, “I want to keep you.” He can’t speak, so he wraps his tail tightly around her wrist. At first light the next morning, the little white dragon who had been curled around her all night transforms into a human. Silver hair falls to his waist, his features are cold and striking, and he stands two meters tall in the cave entrance, looking at her with wounded eyes. Once his act of helplessness is exposed, he lays out his story in full: an ancient white dragon, whose clan was wiped out ten thousand years ago, he only took human form two months ago. A sixth-tier ape beastman drove him from his territory, and a fox female beastman and her six husbands chased him, hoping to capture him as a beast slave. Wei Feifei slaps a hand over his mouth. “Shut up. Eat first.” After three years in the apocalypse, she trusts no one, yet somehow she’s ended up keeping a homeless white dragon. She planned to nurse him back to health and then go their separate ways, but the way those phoenix eyes look at her grows more and more gentle, more and more dependent. She can’t get rid of him. “Will you help me take back my territory?” “Get some meat on your bones first. You’re all skin and bones. A gust of wind could knock you over.” “…Oh.” His long silver-white hair sways in the morning breeze, as if he’s bathed in moonlight.