"Whew..."

Yang Cong sat up suddenly, with drops of cold sweat on his forehead, and he felt like he was having a nightmare at this time.

And indeed, recalling what Yang Cong saw just now, and the kind of heart-piercing pain he endured, it seems to be true.

"That dream...

Yang Cong estimated that although it was a dream, it felt extremely real, which also made Yang Cong feel that he was not dreaming, and he was really deep into it.

And instead of being the last, when the pair of golden dragon pupils looked at Yang Cong, Yang Cong had a momentary feeling that the golden dragon was him.

Although he wondered why he had that kind of dream, he couldn't think of a reason to give up after thinking about it.

Yang Cong got up from the ground, he looked around, and at this time he was in the forest of unknown mountains.

"It looks like it's going to take a little bit of physical effort, but it's okay, just take a break."

After sorting out his mentality, Yang Cong embarked on a journey to find people.

Yang Cong is leaving, and even he doesn't know how long he has been walking, and he hasn't found anyone.

Seeing that the sky has darkened, it will not be long before the night will begin.

In fact, for the night, for the consciousness of ordinary people, it is very dangerous, and Yang Cong certainly knows it.

In the past, he was fearless day and night, and that was because he had the power to protect himself, but now it is different.

He is now like an ordinary person, dragging his tired body and constantly walking in the deep forest.

Night is generally the home of hunters, and some creatures that do not act during the day will appear at night.

If a murderous thing emerges at this time, then Yang Cong will have no ability to resist at all.

It's okay if it is said that there are some small creatures, after all, size is their weakness, although Yang Cong is tired, but he still has a little strength.

But if there is a creature bigger than Yang Cong, then Yang Cong is afraid that he will not die for a lifetime.

This is still thinking that there is no creature similar to Warcraft here, if there is a creature like Warcraft, then Yang Cong will not die for a lifetime, that is, he will definitely die.

Yang Cong looked at the sun that was about to set in the sky, and Yang Cong felt a sense of crisis for the first time in his heart.

Yang Cong did not go through any setbacks in the past, even if it was a setback, it could be reversed in the end.

But now it's different, the system is useless, Yang Cong's cultivation has all been lost, nothing can be used, only a body that is about to die.

The current Yang Cong can't rely on anything, he can only rely on himself.

Now Yang Cong can only pray that there are only some herbivores in this deep forest.

However, the reality was unsatisfactory, the sky darkened, and I saw a sound similar to an animal screaming suddenly from not far from Yang Cong.

Hearing this, Yang Cong frowned, as if he could understand what this voice meant.

And hearing this voice, the blood veins in his whole body stirred as if they were boiling.

Originally, Yang Cong didn't want to go over to see it, after all, he didn't even know what kind of creature it was.

But in front of him, it was as if there was a person holding a big cake at this time to attract this Yang Cong over.

Although Yang Cong didn't want to go, his body's instinct was still against his will.

In the end, he chose to go over and have a look.

Walking through the dense jungle, Yang Cong pushed aside the grass in front of him and saw the scene in front of him that shocked him.

I saw a lizard-like creature lying quietly not far in front of Yang Cong.

And what makes this lizard different from other lizards is that it has a pair of wide wings on its back, which are now tucked on its back.

His body was covered with wounds, and none of them proved that he had suffered a great blow.

When he saw this creature, Yang Cong instantly thought of a creature in his mind.

"Dragon!"

And this kind of dragon is different from the bloodline that Yang Cong originally had, this dragon is a western dragon, a dragon with wings, and in his eyes, all he knows is an oriental dragon, that is, a creature with dragon horns and four dragon feet like a long snake.

Seeing this "dragon" lying in front of him like this, Yang Cong's blood began to stir.

Because he had traveled a long way, Yang Cong's stomach was already hungry at this time.

And when he saw this "dragon", his hunger had been maximized.

It's as if the "dragon" in front of him is no longer a "dragon" in front of him, but food.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if he lives or dies, let's talk about it."

Yang Cong couldn't bear it anymore, although he endured it again and again, because he wasn't sure if there were other species similar to this creature around, and judging from its injuries, it would definitely not be his own, but he waited for a while, and all he was waiting for was the constant hunger in his stomach, so he didn't care.

After putting away the defense in his heart, Yang Cong directly pounced on the "dragon".

From the wounds on the dragon's body, scarlet blood was constantly flowing.

And Yang Cong, who saw this blood, didn't seem to hesitate at all, and directly hit his mouth.

Yang Cong is licking the blood of this "dragon",

And after licking the blood of this "dragon", Yang Cong's whole body was warm.

It made his whole body seem to be rejuvenated, and the previous tiredness was no longer there.

"Ding... Start the path of trials, the Oldest Dragon (1%). ”

"Note: This quest is lifelong, and grows by devouring."

The voice of the system appeared in Yang Cong's ears, but at this time, Yang Cong had no time to pay attention to the information sent by the system.

Because Yang Cong is already obsessed with the blood of this "dragon".

Yang Cong kept licking the blood of this "dragon", until finally the entire "dragon" had dried up into a leather holster, and Yang Cong did not stop.

Looking at his masterpiece, Yang Cong always felt a little unreal.

This is what he did? Why didn't he know, could it be that he had become a vampire-like being, and liked to suck blood?

"No...

Yang Cong covered his face, although he didn't want to admit it, but he was alone here, and the memory of licking was also in his brain, even if he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't help it.

Is he really going to be like a vampire?

No, absolutely not, he must not turn into a blood-sucking monster.

Although Yang Cong is not racist against vampires, he doesn't like that ghost himself, and he can't live without sucking blood.

"No, you must not touch the blood in the future, absolutely not."

This is one of the most important prohibitions in Yang Cong's life.