"Shut up!"

Jörmungandr roared at the boy in front of him.

The boy is Chu Zihang.

He was choked hard by Jörmungandr, who was transformed into Xia Mi, and his whole body was lifted into the air.

A strong sense of suffocation came over him, but Chu Zihang's eyes were still as cold as ice. Even though his body was covered in scars and he was on his deathbed, he did not have the slightest fear of death.

He looked at the so-called Dragon King in front of him as if he were looking at an extremely cold-blooded beast without any awe.

"Chu Zihang, your cold eyes disgust me. Are you unwilling to give in? But so what, because you have no power, you can only be played by me. This is the fate of a weak person."

Jörmungandr, the incarnation of Xia Mi, sneered again and again.

The girl's kaleidoscope-like pair of golden boys stared at Chu Zihang from close range, as if they wanted to see the slightest hint of fear on the boy's face, even a hint of movement.

But she was disappointed, because the boy's face did not show any emotion. It really looked like a face that had been paralyzed for thousands of years. No matter whether he was crying, laughing, angry or sad, there was no change at all.

Jormungandr's sneer turned into laughter.

Her laughter was full of irony, because in this situation, she seemed like a chattering human being, while Chu Zihang's mental temperament was more like a dragon king sitting high on the throne, cold and domineering.

"Do you know the despair that the abandoned clan will face? Thousands of years of slumber, the eternal cycle of nightmares. In the deepest darkness, the only one who can give warmth is yourself!"

Bloody tears flowed from the corners of Jörmungandr's ferocious dragon face.

She really doesn't look like a dragon king. She is laughing one second and shedding tears the next. She is more like a human suffering from depression, or an actor with a sense of drama. You can't catch her true feelings at all.

Emotions, let alone where the source of the emotions comes from.

Jormungandr roared hysterically, venting the loneliness and despair in his heart, which was the sorrow that had been suppressed for thousands of years.

The boy in front of Ke had a cold face from beginning to end. Even though the boy was seriously injured and on his deathbed, there was no change in the depth of his eyes.

He looked at the dragon-turned-girl in front of him and finally spoke.

"Isn't this determined by the laws of your dragon world? You are the strong ones. Anyone weaker than you will only have the fate of being devoured, even your own kind. In the end, only the strong ones are left alive, sitting high in the so-called

On the throne."

Chu Zihang spoke, his words full of sarcasm.

Jörmungandr looked over with a ferocious expression, "You don't understand, because you are a human, and you don't understand the dragon race at all. Even our Dragon King is just a child of this world when he comes."

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to understand at all, and I don't care about it. I only feel ironic about your so-called sadness."

"Is it ironic..."

Jormungandr murmured the word under his breath.

The voice became colder and colder.

The sound of the death knell is like a tribute that the door to another world is about to open.

"Chu Zihang, you are so pitiful, not because you have no power, but because of your ignorance.

Ragnarok is coming. At that time, the sea water will be broken open, and a huge ship made of the pale nails of the dead will rise from the bottom of the sea. Hela, the god of death, and her undead are standing on the bow. They are full of expectations and want to treat the living.

The world vents the anger of thousands of years.

It’s really a pity that you won’t be alive to witness that magnificent scene.”

Jormungandr's voice became hollow and distant, as if he was reciting an epic record.

"But don't worry, Chu Zihang, you will soon become my undead soul and join my team in the Kingdom of the Dead. By then, we will still be friends, and I will get along with you, just like

Just like Xia Mi in the past, we will stand on the bow of the ship together and launch the most ferocious revenge on the world. I believe that the beautiful bloody flower will definitely bloom."

After saying that, Jörmungandr pierced the boy's heart with a dragon claw as sharp as a dagger.

"don't want!"

Xia Mi suddenly woke up from the hospital bed.

She gasped for air and broke into a cold sweat from this nightmare.

Looking up, she saw that this was a ward, and she was lying on the bed with tubes in her arms connected to the medical equipment nearby.

"Junior sister Xia Mi, what's wrong with you!"

At this time, Chu Zihang rushed into the ward quickly.

"Senior brother! Senior brother, don't leave me!"

Xia Mi hugged Chu Zihang very tightly, like a reunion after countless years, which spanned the distance between life and death.

The latter originally wanted to struggle, but when he saw Xia Mi's pale and weak face, which was even mixed with extremely complex emotions, like being moved and sad, gradually, Chu Zihang gave up struggling and instead stretched out his hand gently.

He gently patted Xia Mi on the back to help him relieve the complicated emotions in his heart.

Although he didn't know what happened to Xia Mi, it seemed like he had some kind of nightmare, and something very important was lost in the dream, otherwise the girl wouldn't be acting like this.

As for why Chu Zihang guessed it, it was naturally because he had experience in this area before.

Even if I realize that it is a dream, the emotions immersed in the dream are so agitated and full of stamina that I cannot calm down for a while.

"I've always been there."

It wasn't until a long while that Chu Zihang comforted him softly.

"Senior brother, don't leave me." Xia Mi still repeated these words.

"Junior sister Xia Mi, can you tell me what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere in your body?" Chu Zihang continued to comfort you softly.

"Senior Brother Chu, I can finally understand how you felt in your dream." Xia Mi hugged Chu Zihang's waist tightly and spoke with a tearful tone.

"How does it feel?"

The corner of Chu Zihang's mouth twitched slightly. Xia Mi's movement made him very uncomfortable. The girl wanted to melt into his body.

"The feeling of loss."

Xia Mi said in a low voice.

If she had been hesitant before about whether to confess the fact that she was a dragon or whether to cooperate with Lu Mingfei and others, then the moment Chu Zihang was pierced through the heart by Jörmungandr's claw in the dream, Xia Mi

Completely got the answer.

She would never revive Jörmungandr! Never!

Even if the crisis encountered in the Nibelung world had not occurred, without the help of Lu Mingfei and others, Xia Mi would never have allowed the Dragon King to truly revive after that dream.

Because at the moment of losing Chu Zihang, Xia Mi's heart really hurt.

That kind of pain is incomparable to millions of years of loneliness, because loneliness itself is just an emotion, but Chu Zihang's death was a deep sense of loss, as if Xia Mi's heart was taken away at that moment.

life and soul.

The incomparable regret in the dream surged in her heart. Xia Mi never thought that one day she would be so disgusted with becoming Jormungandr. That was not the power to conquer the world, that was her nightmare.

Xia Mi was really scared, even scared, because in that dream, everything seemed too real, as if it had really happened.

Chu Zihang was severely pierced by Jörmungandr's sharp claws, and the boy's still beating heart was severely crushed until he looked at the other person completely lifeless, but his eyes remained cold until death.

The boy looked at Xia Mi and the so-called Jormungandr. His cold eyes solidified by death were full of mockery. This boy was mocking her until his death.

At that moment, Xia Mi truly felt hopeless and even lonely.

After thousands of years of loneliness, she thought she had adapted to it, but it wasn't until the moment Chu Zihang died that Xia Mi truly realized that the desperate loneliness really began from that moment.

It seemed that everything was still there, the world was there, brother Fenrir was there, and even Xia Mi was also there, but a deep sense of loneliness enveloped Xia Mi tightly, and her body seemed to be falling into the abyss, forever.

There is no end, until one day your spirit is exhausted and withered.

Like a person who is about to drown until he reaches the shore at the last moment, and Chu Zihang is the life-saving straw, Xia Mi hugs Chu Zihang tightly, for fear of losing the boy again.

"It's just a dream, it's over when you wake up."

Chu Zihang said softly, it was rare to comfort someone.

Thinking of the dream he had before, in which he killed Xia Mi and the girl's incarnation of Jormungandr, he was filled with guilt deep in his heart.

Yes, how could he kill this girl with his own hands.

The other party did not hesitate to risk his life to protect himself in the field of Odin refining, and he was hospitalized twice. Xia Mi was also by his side and never left him. Even if he was a real dragon, Xia Mi did this to him.

, how could he really pierce the opponent's heart with a long knife.

"Yeah, it's all over."

Xia Mi's voice was also very low.

But under the invisible sight of Chu Zihang, the girl's eyes were firm, as if she had confirmed something. When she looked up again, her already beautiful face had a bright smile, and she felt extremely amazing.

Chu Zihang looked a little distracted.

"Eh? What does it smell like?"

Xia Mi's nostrils twitched and he smelled a very familiar fragrance.

"ravioli."

Chu Zihang also thought about it and quickly raised a portion of wontons he had packed in his hand.
To be continued...