"Gulu——"
Countless bubbles emerged in the water.
Su Enxi felt as if she had fallen into a bottomless spring that could not be lifted.
She struggled in panic for a while, and then found strangely that she could breathe?
"Boss? Did you do this?"
Soon, she probably realized that this seemed to be another prank by her unscrupulous boss.
No one answered her question.
She looked around at the darkness, which seemed to contain nothing but bubbles.
Um? Wait, why can we see bubbles even though it's completely dark?
Finally Su Enxi realized something was wrong.
She looked at the bubbles carefully and found that they all seemed to be faintly glowing.
No, not light...
"these are……"
Subconsciously, she reached out to touch it, but to her surprise, the bubble was actually held in her hand.
Only then did Su Enxi realize that these were not bubbles at all, but crystal balls that looked like slides. Through such balls, she could clearly see that the whole world seemed to be printed in them.
"Aren't you curious? Let's take a closer look..."
Lu Mingze's voice echoed in the darkness, "This is... once upon a time... the story of a boy and a dragon..."
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The same rainy night, with lightning and thunder.
The young man, who was dressed in shabby clothes and covered with bruises, was walking in the mountains and fields. He seemed to be walking in vain, as if he would be swallowed up by the swaying wind and rain at any time.
But he always held a knife in his hand, a broken iron knife that was full of gaps and had cut through countless flesh and bones.
Originally, the knife was just picked up from the ground.
But the young man's hand was clenched tightly, as if the knife was his life, and he was unwilling to let go for a moment.
Suddenly, the young man stopped and looked around expressionlessly.
His hand holding the knife tightened because he knew someone was coming to kill him.
He had no grudges against these people, but these people just wanted to kill him. From the moment he woke up until now, it hasn't stopped for a moment.
He didn't know why, but in order to survive, he had to resist.
This is true all the way.
"one two three……"
The young man murmured and counted the smells hiding among the nearby trees. None of the smells that disgusted him could escape his nose.
"A...sixteen people?"
The young man raised the knife in his hand, his whole body tense, "Blocking the road? Looking for death!?"
"Haha...you are so injured and you are still so crazy?"
A figure holding a knife appeared in the young man's field of vision. There were more than ten people behind this figure. After being seen through, they seemed to have no intention of hiding anymore. Just as the young man perceived, there were fifteen people in total. Each of these fifteen people was carrying a knife, and the light of the knife shone coldly in the night.
"The Rebirth of Financial Giants"
"Should I say that I am worthy of being a noble dragon? Even so, do you still think you can kill us?"
"Hahahahaha, I think you should just stick to your neck and kill me. It will save us a lot of effort?"
The figures gradually surrounded the young man, and the pairs of golden eyes looked particularly scary in the dark night.
"Of course, the outcome is the same whether you resist or not!"
"Oh? Really..." The young man said expressionlessly, "You have been following me for so long just to talk about this? If you are really so sure... why bother talking nonsense?"
"Hmph, you can only be harsh now." The leader frowned and held the knife a little harder.
Although the young man in front of them is in human form, he is a 'dragon' after all. To be honest, they are really not sure of victory, otherwise they would not have to follow behind and wait for the opponent to get tired before taking action... But they didn't expect this dragon's perception to be so keen. , they were discovered so quickly.
"I want to get out of here...can you let me out of my way?"
The young man slowly raised the broken long knife in his hand, and the dripping rain hit it with a crisp sound.
Seeing this, the leader waved his knife-wielding hand, signaling the brothers behind him to come forward first, "Don't be afraid... this guy is exhausted! Give me..."
But his words have not yet finished.
A buzzing sound rang out, the light of the sword cut through the rain curtain, and the cold light flashed away in the dark night.
The knife was like a sharp claw. After the young man stopped, the person behind him fell down.
"What a fast knife..."
The leader turned his head blankly and took in a breath of cold air as he looked at his fallen comrade. He didn't react to anything except the sound of Weng Ming. More than a dozen of his men had already fallen, but he didn't. I understand very well why this dragon didn't kill him as well.
The dragon boy looked at the human in front of him expressionlessly.
And this man looked at the long knife in the young man's hand that reflected the fierce light. Raindrops fell on the knife, splashing the blood on it, like a blooming mandala, blooming and then withering. It belonged to his men. Blood is the life that has disappeared.
The next moment, the dragon boy finally came to this human being.
The human didn't react at all, and the broken knife was already pressed against his neck, lightly drawing a bloody mark.
This man was horrified and subconsciously stepped back. However, the strange thing was that the dragon boy did not stop him and allowed this man to retreat, because no matter how he retreated, it was meaningless. In the face of the power gap, this human had no way to retreat. .
"Why do you want to kill me so much?" The young man did not continue to pursue, but gently wiped the broken knife.
He was just doing useless work. No matter how he wiped it, it was still a broken knife, and it was raining, so he didn't even need to wipe away the blood with his own hands.
"Then you still need to ask?" The human said with horror in his tone, "Humans and dragons have always been enemies..."
"So...so...I am...a dragon?"
The sword flashed again.
The whole head of the person in front of him slid down the rain curtain, and blood poured out.
The dragon boy held the knife, ignored the corpses on the ground, and continued to move forward along the road.
He seemed to have finally solved the problem that had puzzled him for a long time.
It turns out that he is a dragon, different from these humans.
It turns out that they were born to be enemies.
It turns out that for such an inexplicable reason, he should have been hunted down since he woke up?
"Ahem..."
As he walked, the young man coughed a few times.
The rain kept washing over his body, mixing with sand and brushing over the scars all over his body.
A pool of bright red blood coughed on the back of the hand covering his mouth. He wiped his mouth, his face still expressionless.
This is not the first time he has been attacked. There are countless guys who want to kill him along the way. Although most of them are just miscellaneous fish, there are too many of them. No matter how strong he is, there will be times when he can't bear them.
But if you can't carry it, you can only continue to carry it. Stopping is almost equal to death.
Finally, he found a dilapidated Taoist temple.
Before he could confirm whether there was anyone here, he couldn't hold on any longer.
The young man fell into a deep sleep.
What's ridiculous is that if he is really a dragon, he can sleep so peacefully in a human Taoist temple.
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"who?"
I don’t know how much time has passed.
The boy suddenly woke up alert.
He looked around him suddenly. At some point, there was another young man sitting cross-legged next to him, and it seemed that he had been sitting there for some time.
This is a handsome-looking young man wearing a shabby Taoist robe, with long black hair flowing unruly. In short, even though he is wearing a Taoist robe, he does not feel like a Taoist priest, but a high-spirited young man.
The young man gnawed on the fruit with a leisurely look on his face.
The dragon boy felt a little afraid of the Taoist priest sitting next to him, because the little Taoist priest's eyes were the same as those of those who were chasing him, glowing with a faint golden color.
"Want to eat?"
What puzzled the dragon boy was that the golden color in the little Taoist priest's eyes quickly dissipated, leaving only a hearty smile on his face.
"Eat?" The dragon boy was a little confused.
"Fruit."
Of course, the little Taoist priest took out a still warm fruit from his arms and handed it to the young man, "The fruit that has just been beaten by the rain is so sweet."
"Who are you?"
The young man looked wary and subconsciously wanted to hold the knife tightly.
But he missed it.
"Are you looking for that?"
The little Taoist laughed and pointed in the direction of the Taoist temple entrance.
The young man looked over and found that his broken knife was stuck in the dilapidated wooden door, which seemed to be used as a door bolt.
"It's raining so hard, and I happened to be unable to find the door latch, so I made do with it. You don't mind, do you?"
"do not mind……"
Somehow the boy from the dragon tribe subconsciously answered like this.
He himself didn't know why he answered like this, maybe he really didn't mind.
After all, this seemed to be the only human being who didn't show murderous intent at the first sight of him.
He is very sensitive to murderous intent. Even in his sleep, if someone approaches with murderous intent, he will wake up immediately.
But this time...the sleep he had here was the most comfortable sleep he had ever had since he woke up.
Therefore, he decided not to kill the little Taoist priest.
But I can’t stay here any longer…
Thinking of this, the young man from the Dragon Clan slowly stood up.
He felt his physical condition. It seemed that because of a good sleep, his physical strength had recovered a lot, and the wound was no longer so painful.
"..."
Silently he took off the broken knife from the leaky wooden door, opened the door and walked out slowly.
It was still stormy outside.
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"What are you following me for?"
After walking an unknown distance, the boy from the dragon clan suddenly turned around and coldly asked the little Taoist priest wearing a raincoat behind him.
"That broken Taoist temple was leaky. There was no door latch and I had to freeze to death inside."
The little Taoist priest pointed at the knife in the dragon boy's hand as a matter of course.
It was obviously a blood-stained knife that had killed an unknown number of people, but he only thought it was a door bolt.
"You took away my door bolt, who would I follow if I didn't follow you?"
"But this is obviously mine..." The dragon boy frowned.
"It didn't have an owner originally, you just picked it up on the ground, right? You can pick it up, why can't I? You use it and say it's yours? I've used it too, so why can't it be mine?"
The little Taoist laughed.
"You...are all humans so unreasonable?"
The boy from the dragon tribe frowned even deeper.
"Where is it? I didn't steal it from you, don't you think so?"
The little Taoist priest said matter-of-factly, "You take yours, and I'll take mine. If you don't need it any more, just give it to me."
"..."
"What a weirdo..."
The dragon boy was silent for a moment, and finally just said this, then turned his head and ignored the little Taoist priest behind him, and continued walking on his own path.
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The dragon boy walked aimlessly, and the Taoist priest behind him also followed leisurely.
In fact, it is not completely without purpose. There is a pull between dragon blood, and the boy from the dragon clan seems to have a vague sense that his own kind exists in the world.
He is searching.
I don't know how long it took, but one day, he found it.
But this is not the warm 'reunion' imagined, but another bloody fight.
He didn't understand why they were fighting each other even though they had the same blood.
But he had no choice but to fight, it was instinct, for survival.
There was lightning and thunder in the sky.
The boy from the dragon tribe finally understood that the dark clouds and rain that lingered all day long were not natural phenomena, but the authority that had been following him.
He realized that he seemed to be able to control the thunder between heaven and earth, and the humans who were chasing him also followed Yu Mu.
The elements between heaven and earth were stirring, and the invisible realm spread around the young man.
The earth trembled beneath his feet.
He saw his own kind lying on the ground, seemingly afraid to move because of this power.
It seemed as if the whole world was welcoming the king's return.
He didn't know what was going on, but since it was something that wanted to kill him, he should naturally be prepared to be killed by him.
The young man opened his eyes, a pair of dazzling golden eyes looking somewhere across the night sky.
He saw the little Taoist priest standing not far away, watching. What was puzzling was...this little Taoist priest seemed not to be afraid no matter what happened.
A pair of bold vertical pupils and the smiling eyes of the little Taoist looked at each other in the night sky through the rain. The thunder that flashed in the night sky seemed to dim a bit.
But now is not the time to care about this human being, he has to kill the guy in front of him first.
Even if it is his own kind.
"Feel sorry--"
The dragon boy murmured to himself, holding up the broken blade filled with thunder in his hand.
Swing down slowly.
Blood mist filled the sky and stained the rain-stained ground red.
Looking at the world dyed red, the little Taoist priest walked calmly as if nothing had happened, following behind the dragon boy as usual.
"Your thunder is pretty good." The little Taoist priest played with the thunder in his hand and laughed, "Now it's mine."
"..."
The boy from the dragon tribe remained silent, once again pretending that the Taoist priest did not exist.
Because he knew that this human being would not reason with him, and besides, he had no ability to prevent the other person from imitating his abilities.
He took steps forward and continued walking aimlessly, but at this moment he was becoming more and more confused.
Those humans say that 'humans and dragons are originally enemies', but why does this human seem to have no intention of becoming his enemy?
The same blood obviously flows, so why do he and his kind have to fight each other?
People of the same kind are not companions, and it seems that not all humans are enemies?
This world is really strange.
The dragon boy set out on the journey again with doubts in his mind, and the human Taoist priest wearing a raincoat followed him all the way.
They seemed to be looking for something, but even they themselves didn't know what it was.
