The world thinks of me as evil, but you treat me like a nephew.
The words' you are my Shepherd boy ', instantly poked at Li Muyang's tears, making his eyes brim with tears, extremely moved.
Ever since his identity as a dragon had been exposed, the whole world had become his enemy. Everyone wanted to kill him, either for profit, or to complete the feat of slaying a dragon and leave his name in history.
All the way to escape, all the way to fight.
His family had been destroyed, his life was at stake.
What was even more hateful was that the Eye of the Starry Sky Song Gudu had inserted eight netherworld nails into his body, making him suffer the cold netherworld qi that made him beg for death.
Li Muyang's heart was full of hatred and the desire for bloody revenge.
He had transformed into a black dragon, spurting out dragon breath at the Wind City soldiers. There was a hysterical desire to perish together with the enemy.
If you don't want me to live, then I'll let you die first.
He was utterly disappointed in the Human Race.
If Qiandu and fatty had not been by his side, allowing him to maintain the last of his consciousness, he most likely would have transformed into a demon and fallen into the world of darkness.
When Li Muyang first saw Spiritual Master Zi Yang, he was vigilant and on guard.
Because he knew the hatred of the Human Race towards him, and also knew what kind of obsession those high-level cultivators had with slaying a dragon.
Everyone else was like this, but would Spiritual Master Zi Yang be an exception?
Unexpectedly, Spiritual Master Zi Yang did not care about his identity at this moment, and did not care about his dragon transformation state at this moment.
In the eyes of Spiritual Master Zi Yang, he was just a child, the charcoal youngster who grew up in a small city in Jiangnan, encountering the collision of lightning and the qi of the true dragon every day and could die at any time — —
In the past, he regarded Li Muyang as a junior, as a nephew.
Now, he was still the same.
Li Muyang was very moved. At that moment, he had a feeling of being understood by the whole world and was willing to forgive the whole world.
Spiritual Master Zi Yang was still that sloppy and overbearing old Daoist, who had forced him to drink the pitch-black and bitter medicinal soup again and again, the benefactor and senior who had saved him from the Grim Reaper time and time again.
Li Muyang cried.
Or rather, the black dragon cried.
Large droplets of tears rolled down the dark dragon's face from its huge eye sockets, and then fell into the air, turning into sparkling snowballs.
This scene was completely different from the mighty and domineering image of him riding the clouds and spitting out dragon breath.
Li Muyang felt very warm in his heart, and it was because of this warmth that he cried so sadly.
Everyone was dumbfounded by what they saw.
"Look, that dragon is crying … Can dragons cry too?"
"Does it also feel wronged?"
"It killed so many people …"
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Ying Qiandu took off the ghost mask on her face. Her beautiful face was so dazzling among the group of ghost masks. She was like a Bodhisattva statue among thousands of ghosts, beautiful and serene, and her whole body emitted holy light.
It raised its head and looked at the black dragon who was crying. Its eyes were dim and its expression bitter.
She could understand Li Muyang's mood, and she could understand his mood at this time.
She knew that he was crying because of his own grievances, his own fate, and the sorrow that he could no longer go back.
He was a dragon.
How could he still be able to live happily with humans like he used to?
Lu Qiji's expression was indifferent, but her eyes were filled with the same desolation.
Whether it was her or Li Muyang, they were incompatible with this world. They were of another race, and had the body of a demigod — —
While the heavens had given them great magical powers and a long life, they had also given them responsibility and loneliness.
Most of the time, they were alone, to the point where they felt bored and hopeless about everything.
Li Muyang, he also could not escape such a fate.
Spiritual Master Ziyang looked at Li Muyang's expression for a long, long time, before he sighed again. "Good child, in my heart, you have always been a good child."
"When you were very young, once you took my hand and quietly asked me if I could take you away, saying the farther the better. I asked you why you wanted to go, don't you want to live with your family? You said yes, but you knew you were going to die, and you were afraid that your parents and sister would be sad if you died — — You wanted me to take you away and tell them that you were living well outside. Even if I really die, let me tell your parents and sister — — that I was living well outside. "
The black dragon's tears flowed faster and more urgently, and the white teardrops were mixed with a large amount of blood.
"Good child, come back. Come back and be Li Muyang, come back and be yourself. "Master Ziyang beckoned to the black dragon in the sky, calling softly.
Swoosh — —
In the sky, the endless dragon body began to shrink, smaller and smaller, and soon became a little dragon, and then instantly restored to the original appearance of Li Muyang.
Li Muyang flew over to Spiritual Master Ziyang, knelt down in front of him, and cried: "Grandpa — —"
Since the last time they parted in Jiangnan City, Li Muyang had not seen this unkempt Lao Dao cultivator who had been very kind to him for a long time.
At that time, Li Muyang only thought that he was a quack doctor who cheated people of their money. Just like those quack doctors he met in Hubu Alley.
When he truly entered the cultivation realm and truly understood this world, he realized how laughable his suspicions and thoughts back then were.
This Lao Dao cultivator was one of the seven Daoist Masters, and was a famous big shot in the whole of China.
They had not seen each other for several years, but he did not expect that the day they met again would be under such circumstances, and in such a state.
Spiritual Master Ziyang gently stroked Li Muyang's head, and comforted him: "Good child, good child, it's good that you're back, it's good that you're back …"
Screech — —
A black sword pierced through Li Muyang's chest, from his back to his chest.
The long and thin blade was exposed from Li Muyang's chest, and blood was flowing out of the blade. Large clouds of mist surrounded the blade, frantically devouring the dragon blood in Li Muyang's body.
Li Muyang's eyes widened, and he looked at the long sword in his chest in disbelief.
It was a black, curved long sword that looked like a snake's body.
Li Muyang raised his head and saw that Spiritual Master Ziyang's eyes were once again filled with blood mist, and his pitch-black pupils were drowned by the red blood mist. He called out with great unwillingness: "Grandpa …"
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