The night had fallen, a new day was over, and the vast sea of fog once again filled the forest. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

If you see this kind of scenery too much, you will get bored.

The people perched in the trees, eating the cooked meat strips that Lillard had made the night before, had nothing to say for a moment.

After all, after a day of running, the barbarian in front of them can be called a humanoid beast, maintaining a speed beyond their imagination to run such a long distance. The whirring wind blew and I couldn't open my eyes, and I felt unwell because of the sequelae of rapid movement. Although I stopped at noon and rested for half an hour. However, this is not as safe as riding in a car. What's more, he is still in a very uncomfortable state. The woman who was hung on her sides only felt her ribs continue to moan.

The sea of fog in the forest did not eliminate the peculiar smell of goblins. Especially in the area where large groups of goblins live, this stench seems to be common.

Leillard sniffed the nasty smell in the air and felt like he wanted to take a shower again. The smell was very uncomfortable all over my body.

Everyone silently finished eating their food, drank enough water, and began to rest on the tree. Lillard was also ready to take a nap. The fatigue of many days came to my heart at this time, and I lay down with my eyes closed. More than ten meters above the ground, it is the fork of the canopy, and the fork of this old tree, which looks like it should be a thousand years old, can allow the four of them to sleep peacefully together.

"Do you want to know what it means to be alive?" a voice whispered silently in Lylard's ear from the void.

Lillard looked at his hands and feet, curled up in the dirt and shook his head.

The little dragon had lost signs of life, and there was still eggshell powder between its teeth, and the hard, stone-like eggshell was the last nutrient left to him by his mother, but the little dragon could no longer swallow it after only a few bites. The lack of innate strength made this dragon break through the soil and even have no strength to eat after birth. The dragon's wail when it died, remaining in his body, was attached to Leillard.

Leillard, who woke up, had a sour nose and couldn't stand the wailing and crying.

Leillard, who had fainted from hunger, woke up and realized what was going on, but at this time he was not like a normal adult, who came to this world in vain, and had no choice but to panic in his heart.

Inadvertently, Laiard felt that his IQ had been reduced to the level of a toddler, and a little stimulation and joy would make him cry and laugh, and he judged that Xiaolong's abnormal brain development was the sequelae of crossing, and Lailard had to start growing up again from a young child's psychological state.

In the end, it is gratifying that this is really a problem of brain development, and in that sentence, congenital brain damage can be solved by acquired development. At least that's how Lillard has recovered his adult IQ after 17 long years of life in the Dragon Domain.

Five-year-old Lillard transforms into a human fat man on a full moon night. He struggled to find food in the garbage heaps discarded by the dragon domain to the wild hunting gardens, and occasionally found the bones of some large animals that had just been thrown by the dragon from the distant sky, and the dragon would not take all the meat from the bones when eating, leaving behind a little minced meat and bone marrow, which was an unspeakable delicacy for Lillard.

He tried to go out to hunt, but once he was about to leave the garbage heap where he had been hiding since he was born, and before he could run out of the skeletal forest and the broken metal stones, he saw dragons of the same size being grabbed by the claws of dragons from the sky, and easily torn apart, and blood and intestines were sprinkled all over the heavens and the earth, and they were eaten without even a chance to scream.

Since then, Lillard has given up on the idea of going out and exploring.

Every day, I either look for shiny luminous objects and books in the garbage heap to satisfy my collecting habits, or find some edible scraps of meat to fill my stomach. The book is not difficult to read, after birth, the language and words of the dragon seem to be inherently imbued in the body, he knows what it means at a glance, he has always thought that those magic are bluffing things, but one day when he was bored experimenting, he really crossed a short distance to the world beyond the garbage mountain.

There are rockeries, green spaces, blue skies, undulating forests, and a lot of frolicking dragons and their parents.

He remembered that he had deliberately dressed up old clothes he had scavenged from the garbage heap and happily ran to the world of the Wise Dragons to find someone to play with.

The white fat and dirty little face looked curiously at the little dragons with parents lying together, chasing the balls or scuffling together, making happy laughter, and sometimes he wanted to get involved. But when those adult dragons saw him, they would pinch their noses and walk away with their children. Occasionally, he encounters other hybrid dragons in the wild, and he will try to play with them. As a result, they let out a low roar as if they had encountered a beast encroaching on their territory. The congenitally missing Lillard would be pushed away by these enraged dragons every time, and there would be blood marks on his face and body.

Aren't all abandoned seeds? Why do they still fight with each other?

Lillard couldn't figure out why the world was the way it was when he was born.

As a result, Lillard ended up alone in the garbage heaps that the Wise Dragons had not disposed of, slowly finding toys that hadn't broken yet, finding novels that he could read, or smirking at the sun with shards of glittering glass. Every day, like Grande who has picked up a treasure, he puts these things that others think are worthless in the little nest that he has managed to open up. This is Lillard's own most cherished treasure. Sometimes I feel that my life is more important than my own life.

But...... Now the treasure must have been thrown into the garbage heap again.

There was an indescribable emptiness and sourness in Lillard's heart.

He sometimes cries at night with his head covered by a shabby quilt, and he doesn't know whether he should hate his parents or the world.

But what should he do when he gets here?

The gas I had given myself before was almost gone. All that is left is infinite fear.

Lillard never saw himself as a dragon. He didn't know what he could do.

If he had been living a good life before, he wanted to give his future a clear goal.

But now Lillard doesn't even know what the goal is.

Because of the aimless spirit of the soul, Lillard leaned against the trunk of the tree and sighed weakly.

I wish someone would save me.

"Do you want to know what it means to be alive?" asked as always.

It was as if someone was gently holding their faces, like a lover whispering softly.

The voice was so warm that I wanted to cry.