Chapter 532, unwilling!

The world has treated me like an evil man, but you have treated me like a nephew. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sentence 'You are my shepherd child' instantly poked Li Muyang's tears, making him tearful and moved.

Since his identity as a dragon was revealed, the whole world has been enemies, and everyone wants to kill him, either for profit or to complete the feat of slaying the dragon for eternity.

Flee all the way, fight all the way.

Families are ruined, and lives are in danger.

What's even more hateful is that Song Lonely, the eye of the starry sky, drove eight nether nails into his body, making him bear the netherworld cold that he can't survive and can't die.

Li Muyang's heart was full of hatred and bloody desire for revenge.

He turned into a black dragon and spewed dragon breath at the soldiers of the Windy City, and there was a kind of hysteria that ended together.

If you don't want me to live, then I'll let you die first.

He was disappointed in the Terrans.

If it weren't for the fact that Qiandu and the fat man had always been by his side, allowing him to maintain his last sanity, I am afraid that he would have turned into a demon a long time ago and fallen into the dark world that would sink forever.

When Li Muyang first met Ziyang Zhenren, he was vigilant and precautionary.

Because he knew the hatred of the human race for himself, and he also knew what kind of obsession those high-level cultivators had for slaying dragons.

Everyone else is like this, can Ziyang Zhenren be an exception?

What he didn't expect was that Ziyang didn't care about his identity at this moment, and he didn't care about his dragon state at this moment.

In the eyes of Ziyang Zhenren, he is just a child, the black carbon boy who grew up in a small city in the south of the Yangtze River, and he may die at any time when he encounters the impact of the thunder and fire and the true dragon qi every day---------

In the past, he regarded Li Muyang as a junior and a nephew.

He still does.

Li Muyang's heart was very touched and moved, and at that moment, he had a feeling that he was understood by the whole world and was willing to forgive the whole world.

Ziyang Zhenren, he is still the sloppy and domineering old Taoist priest, forcing himself to drink the dark and bitter medicinal soup again and again, and snatching himself back from the death of the benefactor elder again and again.

Li Muyang cried.

Or rather, the black dragon cried.

In the huge eye sockets like copper bells, large tears slid down the dark dragon's face, and then fell into the air, turning into one crystal snowball after another.

This situation and this scene are completely inconsistent with the majestic and domineering image of him dancing and spitting dragon breath just now.

Li Muyang's heart felt very warm, and it was precisely because of this warmth that he cried so sadly.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"You see, if the dragon cries------ will the dragon cry too?"

"Does it also feel aggrieved?"

"It killed so many people-------"

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Ying Qiandu took off the ghost face on his face, and the pretty face that captivated the country and the city looked so dazzling in the middle of a group of ghost faces. Like a Bodhisattva statue among all ghosts, beautiful and serene, full of holy light.

It raised its face and looked at the big black dragon with tears in its eyes, its eyes gloomy and its expression sour.

She can understand Li Muyang's mood, and she can understand his mood at this time.

She knew that he was crying about his grievances, his fate, and the sorrow that he could never go back.

He's a dragon.

How could he still be able to live happily with humans as before?

Lu Jiji's expression was indifferent, but there was a desolation of empathy in his eyes.

Whether it is her or Li Muyang, they are incompatible with this world, they are another race, they are demigods--------

While God has given them great supernatural powers and a long lifespan, it has also given them responsibility and loneliness.

Most of the time, they are alone, and even make them feel bored with everything and feel hopeless.

Li Muyang, it is difficult for him to escape such a fate.

Ziyang Zhenren looked at Li Muyang's true feelings, and after a long time, he sighed again and said, "Good boy, in my heart, you have always been a good child. ”

"When you were very young, you once took me by the hand and whispered if I could take you away, saying that the farther you went, the better. I asked you why you were leaving, don't you want to live with your family? You think about it, but you know that you are going to die, and you are afraid that your parents and sisters will be sad if you die----- and you want me to take you away and tell them that you are living well outside. Even if I really die, let me tell your parents and sister ------ I'm living well outside. ”

The black dragon's tears flowed faster and faster, and the white teardrops were mixed with a large amount of blood.

"Come back, good boy. Come back to be Li Muyang, come back and be your own appearance. Ziyang beckoned to the black dragon above the sky and called softly.

Sou-------

Above the sky, the endless dragon body began to shrink, getting smaller and smaller, and soon turned into a small dragon, and instantly returned to Li Muyang's original appearance.

Li Muyang flew towards Ziyang Zhenren, knelt down in front of him, and cried out, "Grandpa---------"

Since the last farewell to Jiangnan City, Li Muyang has not seen this sloppy but very good old Taoist priest for a long time.

At that time, Li Muyang just thought that he was one of those charlatans who cheated people out of money. It's the same as the ones he saw in Hubu Lane.

It wasn't until he really entered the cultivation realm and truly understood such a world that he realized how ridiculous his doubts and thoughts were.

This old Taoist priest is one of the Seven True Men of Daomen, and he is a well-known big man in the entire Shenzhou.

I haven't seen each other for a few years, but I didn't expect that the day of goodbye would be on such an occasion, with such an appearance.

Ziyang Zhenren gently stroked Li Muyang's head, comforted and said: "Good boy, good boy, it's good to come back, it's good to come back--------"

Cha--------

A black sword pierced Li Muyang's chest, stabbing from the back to the chest.

The slender blade of the sword emerged from Li Muyang's chest, and blood gushed out from the blade. Large clouds of mist swirled around the blade, frantically devouring the dragon blood in Li Muyang's body.

Li Muyang's eyes widened, and he looked at the long sword inserted in his chest in disbelief.

The black, snake-like curved sword.

Li Muyang raised his face, looking at Ziyang Zhenren's eyes were once again filled with blood mist, his dark pupils were shrouded in red blood mist, and he called out in an unwilling sorrowful voice: "Grandpa---------"