Chapter 532: Unwilling to accept it!

People regard me as evil, but you treat me as your son and nephew.

The saying "You are my shepherd's child" instantly hit Li Muyang's tears, making him cry and moved.

Since his identity as a dragon clan has been exposed, everyone has been enemies all over the world, and everyone wants to kill him, either for the sake of profit or for the sake of completing the feat of slaying dragons for generations.

Escape all the way, fighting all the way.

The family is destroyed and the lives are in danger.

What's even more hateful is that the starry sky Eye Song Gudu penetrated eight Nether nails into his body, allowing him to bear the Nether cold air that cannot survive but cannot die.

Li Muyang's heart was filled with hatred and bloody desire for revenge.

He turned into a black dragon and ejaculated the dragon's breath at the soldiers of Fengcheng, and felt a sense of hysteria of dying together.

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

He was extremely disappointed with the human race.

If Qiandu and Fatty had not been by his side and kept him in his last sanity, he would have turned into a demon and fell into the dark world that would have been forever subsided.

When Li Muyang first met Ziyang Zhenren, he was alert and prepared.

Because he knew the hatred of the human race towards him, and also knew what obsessions those practitioners with advanced realms had for slaying dragons.

This is true for everyone else, can Ziyang Zhenren be an exception?

Unexpectedly, Zi Yang didn't care about his identity at this moment, nor did he care about his dragon-turning state at this moment.

In the eyes of Ziyang Zhenren, he is just a child, the black charcoal boy who grows in a small town in Jiangnan who is likely to die at any time when he is affected by the collision and impact of the thunder fire and the true dragon energy.

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

Now, he still does.

Li Muyang was very moved. At that moment, he felt that he was understood by the whole world and was willing to forgive the whole world.

Zhenren Ziyang, he was still the sloppy and domineering old Taoist priest, forcing himself to drink the dark and bitter medicine soup again and again, and snatched him back from the god of death again and again.

Li Muyang cried.

Or, the black dragon cried.

Inside the huge copper bell-like eyes, big tears slid down the dark dragon's face, and then fell into the air, turning into crystal snowballs after crystal clear snowballs.

This scene is completely inconsistent with his mighty and domineering image of dancing and dancing in the clouds and breathing in the dragon.

Li Muyang felt very warm in his heart. It was precisely because of this warmth that he cried so sadly.

Everyone was stunned.

"Look, that dragon cries—will the dragon cry too?"

"Does it feel wronged?"

"It killed so many people-"--

Ying Qiandu took off the ghost face on his face, and the beautiful face that was fascinating across the country seemed so dazzling among the group of ghost faces. It was like the statue of a Bodhisattva among the thousands of ghosts, beautiful and peaceful, and emitted holy light all over his body.

It raised its face and looked at the big black dragon with tears in its eyes, with a dull look and a bitter expression.

She could understand Li Muyang's mood, and she could understand its mood at this moment.

She knew that what he cried was his grievance, his destiny, and the sorrow that he could never go back.

He is a dragon.

How could he live with humans as happily as before?

Lu Qiji's expression was indifferent, but there was a desolation in his eyes.

Whether it is her or Li Muyang, they are incompatible with this world. They are another race, the body of a demigod—

While God gives them great magical powers and a long life span, he also gives them responsibility and loneliness.

Most of the time, they are alone, even making them feel bored and desperate about everything.

Li Muyang, he could not escape such a fate.

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

"When you were still very young, you once held my hand and asked if you could take you away. The farther you walked, the better. I asked you why you were leaving, don't you want to live with your family? You said you want, but you know you are about to die. You are afraid that your parents and sisters will be sad if you die - you hope I will take you away and then tell them that you are living well outside. Even if you are really dead, let me tell your parents and sisters - I am living well outside."

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

"Good boy, come back. Come back to be Li Muyang, come back to be your own." Zi Yang waved to the black dragon in the sky and called softly.

Whoosh-

In the sky, the dragon body that could not see the end 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 in front of him, and cried and said, "Grandpa--"

Since the last time he parted in Jiangnan City, Li Muyang hasn't seen this sloppy old Taoist priest who treats him well for a long time.

At that time, Li Muyang just thought he was the doctor who cheated people of money, just like the bright world he saw in Hubu Lane.

Only after he truly entered the state of practice and truly understood such a world did he realize how ridiculous his doubts and thoughts were.

This old Taoist priest is one of the seven real people in the Taoist sect and is a famous figure in the entire province of China.

I haven't seen each other for several years, but I didn't expect that the day of goodbye would be in such an occasion, in this way.

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

Snap-

A black sword pierced Li Muyang's chest and stabbed it from the back to the front chest.

The slender sword blade was exposed from Li Muyang's chest, and blood was flowing out from the blade. Large clouds of mist were undulating around the blade, and madly devouring the dragon blood in Li Muyang's body.

Li Muyang widened his eyes and looked at the long sword inserted into his chest with disbelief.

The black long sword, like a snake's body.

Li Muyang raised his face and looked at the eyes of Zi Yang Zhenren's eyes filled with blood mist again. His dark pupils were covered with red blood mist. He called out with unwilling grief: "Grandpa--"
Chapter completed!