〖Princess Yuna of Dawn〗 Qiangwei

"Huh~ Xiao Zilong is coming back~ I can finish the work in a few days~" Yuan was talking happily, but suddenly noticed something strange, and quickly covered his mouth with a handkerchief, "Hmm!" The blood red on the white handkerchief Zi stared blankly at him, but he was very calm. This situation started a few months ago, and the lifespan of this body is about to expire~ His seniors told him from the very first meeting that Zi Dragon is a human being, and sooner or later he will pay a price for possessing inhuman abilities, even if he never uses them.

Logically speaking, when a new generation of Zilong is born, the previous generation of Zilong will die soon, but he has lived like this for 15 more years, hasn't he already made money?Why does he still want to be greedy and live a few more years, ten years, decades?He obviously accepted this ending back then, why is he so unwilling now?

At the foot of the mountain, Zilong hid among the trees, watching the villagers get along with each other comfortably and warmly, the dazzling brilliance shining in the silver pupils, it was an emotion called envy, and she also hoped that one day, she could bathe freely and without worries like this In the sun, as long as there is no such damn hair color and eye color!

She is no longer the ignorant child she used to be. At the age of 15, she also has her own ideas. She was once asked by Zi if she hated him so much that she wanted to kill him. She hesitated, but she was still sure. Thinking about it now, she was not enough for herself at the time. Mature, obviously, Zi is the only person by her side, isn't she?It's just doing "art" once a day, and she's used to it. Perhaps, Zi is her most important person. As for the Scarlet Dragon King, she doesn't care anymore. Humans, we should pay more attention to the things in front of us than the illusory things. isn't it?

Turn around without hesitation, and run to the top of the mountain. Today's "art" is about to begin.

It was over as usual, but Zilong behind him coughed softly, Zilong turned his head and asked concerned: "Zi, what's the matter? Did you catch a cold?"

Zi widened his eyes in surprise, he hadn't seen Zilong who cared so much about him for a long time, but no, he couldn't. . .

"Zilong, do you hate me?"

"I don't hate it." As soon as the words fell, a sharp dagger pierced through the shoulder blade and was nailed to the wall. Zilong couldn't bear it and groaned softly, looking at Zi who was holding the dagger in puzzlement and resentment.

"Remember, you want to hate me! You should want to hate me! You must hate me!" Roared madly, and deep in Zi's golden pupils, there was a trace of pleading.

After being silent for a long time, Zilong's slightly hoarse voice sounded: "I, I hate you, just like before, I hate you so much... I want to kill you." The very words that were against my will made Zi's expression relax, yes, That's good, him, there can't be anything that makes him nostalgic.

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