1:444 Foolish Evil (4)

The cool breeze across the face of the evil star brought great comfort to the dragon. He had flown in the sky countless times, and he had never seen such a sight. But it was the first time he had run so close to the ground, and the scenery around him flew in front of him, bringing the thrill of extreme speed. It turns out that it can be used to run on the ground so freely, and freedom is not the preserve of creatures that fly in the air.

The sky is pure blue, and the sea is a deep and boundless blue. These two tones are tanned together in the high-speed shijie, and the result is a harmonious scene.

Evil Star watched carefully on horseback, and in order to keep it in his memory forever - in order to be truly alive, he needed to look closely.

Arriving at the shoreline, the Roman emperor stopped by a strait. It was a bowl-shaped atoll, and at low tide it enclosed a small lake more than a dozen feet wide on the shore.

"I've brought Alexander to this place countless times, and it's our favorite campsite. The Roman Emperor jumped off his horse, and the Evil Star dismounted curiously, leaned over and asked, "What are you doing?" the Emperor drew his sword.

"-What?!" Before the Evil Star could finish speaking, the Emperor had already swung his sword. The blade of the sword stopped in front of the dragon's throat, barely half an inch away from slicing his throat.

"Tell me. The Roman Emperor muttered in a low voice, "Weishenme, you will be like Alexander." Even all the small movements are exactly the same as him. What the hell have you done to Alexander?" - as I said, he lives in me. Evil Star replied in a low voice.

"You ate him, didn't you?" said the Emperor's tone from low to tough, from questioning to questioning. He had been observing the Evil Star for a long time, and this doubt was slowly forming in his mind, and now he only wanted to take the opportunity to ask the Evil Star - if he didn't ask now, he might not have the opportunity to ask in the future.

Shak Star didn't answer. His golden eyes looked at the Roman Emperor Justinian I, and instead of guilt or guilt, there was pure sadness in his eyes.

"Weishenme don't speak, answer me quickly!" Alexander appeared in front of the dragon, and the boy was already helpless. The dragon wasn't happy to eat him. However, even for Justin I, it was useless to explain. Evil Star's words are just self-justifying, and no one will believe them.

Moreover, Evil Star doesn't have much time left. When he died, he died with Alexander. The sorrow in the dragon's eyes was not for himself, but for the pity of the emperor: Justin I was about to lose his son again. This time, lost forever.

The selfish dragon, for the first time, goes to pity others.

"Hmph! It's useless to ask you, right? The Emperor sighed and withdrew his sword: "Enough, don't take it to heart." Let's have lunch. "Lunch??—" Before the dragon could finish speaking, Justinian I had swung his sword at the water. His blade was enchanted with a high-frequency vibration, sending a violent shockwave the moment it touched the water. On the surface of the water, it looked like a burst of white Lang, but at the bottom of the water, it was like a storm blowing, instantly shaking dozens of sea fish dizzy, and they all surfaced weakly.

"Hehe, a good harvest. Justinian I smiled and jumped into the water to catch fish: "Go, Alexander, while you cut the fish, go and collect some firewood." This luncheon will be sumptuous. Evil Star didn't say anything, and turned and walked towards the woods on the shore.

Twenty minutes later, a string of fish skewers, pierced by a twig and grilled over a campfire, were put in the mouth of the evil star.

That's supposed to be a kind of cod. Because there is no seasoning, the taste is relatively light, but after being burned, it faintly reveals an attractive aroma. The dragon tried to bite twice, and immediately devoured it.

"Is it delicious?" "Well, it's fine. Evil Star didn't stop, and vaguely agreed as he ate.

"Eat this too. "Justin I brought a half-opened sea urchin. The thorny sea creature was cut in half like a small bowl, containing the golden flesh of the sea urchin. The steamed sea urchin is heavily wrapped in leaves and has an attractive sweet aroma.

Evil Star takes the sea urchin and uses a knife to dig out the sea urchin meat and put it in his mouth. The taste is not too bad, but there is a bitter and volatile pungent taste. When the sea urchin meat slides down the throat, its sweetness becomes more and more intense.

Sea urchin meat is full of magical flavors, which dragons have never eaten. There are also countless delicacies on this shijie, and it would be nice to have more time to taste them.

(Don't want to die.) I really want to live a few more days. (I haven't tasted too much happiness on this shijie, and if I die like this, I'm not reconciled!) (Did Alexander, who was on the verge of death at that time, also feel the same way?) Looking at the starlight dragon that was silently shrinking and trembling, the Roman emperor snorted in a low voice: "I have something to repent. I'm sorry Alexander.

My political enemies kidnapped Alexander and threatened me with his life. However, I did not give in to them. In order to become emperor, I even sacrificed my own son. It wasn't you who really killed him, but I, a man of great sins. Shaxing paused for a moment and put down the half-eaten grilled fish in his hand: "If you had to choose again, would you give up the throne and save Alexander?" It is my dream to revive Rome again. For this dream, I have struggled all my life and put everything away. It is impossible to give up under the threat of men, even if they threaten me with the life of their son. I'm sorry for Alexander, but I don't regret my choice. Tears slipped from the blonde boy's eyes, and even he didn't know Weishenme. He couldn't stop himself from crying. Maybe it's some part of the Star's body that doesn't belong to the dragon that's crying.

"You're such a cruel person. Evil Star muttered under his breath, wiping his blurry eyes.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, Alexander. Evil Star cried even harder. He confused his own background with that of Alexander, and began to be unable to distinguish between his own memories and those of others. In the midst of the chaos, the dragon only remembers that he was abandoned by his parents, spurned by his people, and lived alone and lonely.

Alive, but never really lived. Now we are coming to the end of our lives. In front of him was more darkness and loneliness, coldness and emptiness.

To live, but to live meaninglessly.

That's, how unbearable.

A large hand pressed on the blonde boy's head.

"Don't cry. The Roman emperor spoke only briefly. The voice is deep and powerful.

Evil Star removed the hand that was wiping his eyes, and at that moment, he saw the figure of the Dragon Emperor Titan in his blurred eyes.

"Father" "It's obviously me who is wrong. You shouldn't cry for me. I don't allow it. The Emperor whispered. His large hand pressed harder on the Star's head, and the dragon could feel the warmth of the other's hand.

What is this? This wonderful feeling, as if something began to warm up in the heart and spread all the way to the whole body.

This feeling has never been experienced by dragons. The Dragon Emperor and the Dragon Queen have never loved the Evil Star. Therefore, Xinghui Dragon never knew what love was.

He just instinctively longed for this warm feeling, thinking that it would be good if it could stay forever. In the cold, dead shijie he was about to face, he needed this warmth.

However, he eventually pushed the Roman emperor's hand away.

That warmth doesn't belong to Starlight Dragon, it belongs to Alexandra, the boy who once lived. The expiration date of this warmth has passed.

"It's noon. I'm sorry, but that's all I have for Alexander. The dragon pretended to be calm and wiped the tears from his face, "The remaining half day is my own playtime." zaijian。 He turned to his feet, jumped on his white horse, and prepared to leave.

"Alexander's eldest son, zaijian. "My name is Evilstar. The dragon patted the white horse on the back, and the little white horse neighed and walked away.