After ten thousand years, Li Muxing turned into human form again. The dragon girl looked haggard and weak. She silently stroked the remaining warmth on his forehead. Except for a kiss, a rain and the remains of a cage, Wu Luo left her nothing.
Even the loving words she expressed in farewell had now turned into a murderous technique to imprison the dragon. Time had worn away her feelings and wasted her tenderness, until in the end she uttered a curse, preventing Wu Luo from ever seeing her again.
Is God's love a blessing or a curse
She looked at her hands, tears streaming down her face. The man in white looked at her and asked slowly, "Dragon Girl, what are your plans for the future?"
Li Muxing raised his eyes, feeling mixed emotions, his lips moved woodenly for several times, and he stammered, "... I don't know."
The life span of a dragon is endless. As long as she wants, she can stand here for a hundred years or a thousand years. What does it matter? Her love has faded, and her hatred is in vain. After all, there is nothing left in the world to miss.
Sometimes, Li Muxing would inevitably think of a question. When all the dragons flew into the sky and the entire clan left, her was the only one left behind by her relatives. Did they already foresee the catastrophe that she would be entangled with Wu Luo, so they didn't want her to be involved with them
Yan Huan frowned and smoothed out the wrinkles on his robes, and saw Liu Fuguang's lips imprinted on the forehead of another fellow tribesman - even though he knew that it was Wu Luo who asked him to do so, he still felt an indescribable sourness in his heart.
"Why are you sad again?" He looked down at you and asked directly in dragon language, "Your human has loved you for thousands of years. For you, he can sacrifice his life and give you everything, body and soul, without reservation. What else can you not be satisfied with?"
Li Muxing's nose wrinkled, and he subconsciously bared his fangs, turning towards him with a ferocious expression.
"One man's meat is another man's poison," she snapped. "Don't impose your wishes on me! What good is there in what you say?"
She looked at the strange black dragon in front of her, and for a moment, she felt a chill running through her heart and soul, running up and down its scales.
She had been trapped for ten thousand years and had no way of knowing Yan Huan's background, but she could sense that this black dragon had neither dragon balls nor a physical body, and was completely supported by soul power. He was broken to the point where it could not be further broken. But he was not dead yet, and he could still make her feel dreadful.
"Who the hell are you?" Li Muxing sneered, his anger and resentment seeming to have found an outlet at this moment, "How dare you make a noise here!"
Yan Huan also smiled with sharp and scary fangs: "Oh? A mere descendant of Yinglong Miao actually wants to commit a crime?"
The air crackled, like violent thunder rubbing against each other, emitting a suffocating pressure. Liu Fuguang suddenly inserted himself between the two dragons, frowning and scolding, "Alright, shut up! We finally calmed down, do you really have to fight to the death?"
When Yan Huan talked to Li Muxing, they all used dragon language, and the roars in the sky were like the sound of metal and stone. Liu Fuguang couldn't understand a word, but this didn't prevent him from seeing the tense atmosphere. After being reprimanded by him, Yan Huan shrank his neck and his ears drooped. Li Muxing also felt shocked and couldn't help but give in.
"Yinglongnu," Liu Fuguang turned to Li Muxing, "I was entrusted by Wu Luo. He said that you have been sleeping for too long and don't know what is happening in the world. You really need someone to help you. I think you definitely don't want to stay here any longer, even if this is his incarnation world..."