Eighteen Forms of Dragon Slaying

As a dragon who doesn't remember his own age, Cang Ying has long thought that he has lived a full life, has lived enough, and is tired of living. He sought death in many ways, but unfortunately the thunder from the sky could not kill him, and the calamity fire could not save him. He rushed straight to the eighteenth level of hell, and was politely invited out by King Yama: The underworld temple is small, and I dare not accept you. Legend has it that there is a family of dragon slayers in the world. They pick up the sword and carry the dragon away. It is safe, painless, convenient and fast. It has been passed down for thousands of years and is well-known. Cang Ying happily brought a huge commission and came to seek death. The young man sitting behind the desk raised his eyes: Sorry, according to relevant regulations, the dragon-slaying business cannot be done now. Please ask someone else to do it. Cang Ying was angry. He stays here and won't leave. The young man opened the emergency manual: When facing a monster that has made a mistake (including but not limited to), the following principles must be followed: first, rescue, second, warning, and third, release. You can defend yourself, but you are not allowed to kill. …But the manual doesn't say that you have to sacrifice your life to feed the dragon? ■The tsundere, clingy and beautiful double-standard masterpiece x the black-faced Buddhist-type handsome dog shovel officer Intention: