Chapter 532: Unwilling!

The fifty-third chapter of the chapter, all unwilling!
The world regards me as evil, but you treat me like a child.
The phrase "You are my shepherd boy", instantly poked the tears of Li Muyang, and made him tearful and moved.
Since the exposure of his dragon identity, it has become a worldly enemy, and everyone wants to kill it, or for the benefit, or to complete the name of the Dragon Slayer.
All the way to escape, all the way to kill.
The family is broken and the life is at stake.
What is even more hateful is that the eyes of the starry sky, Song Lonely, have scored eight phantom nails in his body, and let him bear the chill of the sorrow that he can't die.
Li Muyang’s heart is full of hatred and full of revenge.
He turned into a black dragon, and in the case of the wind city soldiers spurting out the dragon's breath, there is a kind of hysteria.
You don't want me to live, then I will let you die first.
He was disappointed with the Terran.
If it wasn't for the thousand degrees and the fat man who was always with him, let him keep the last sacredness, now he is afraid that he will become an incarnation of the demon and fall into the dark world that will always sink.
When Li Muyang just saw Ziyang real person, he was vigilant and prepared.
Because he knows the hatred of the Terran to himself, it is also clear how the practitioners of the realm have a strong obsession with the Dragon.
Everyone else is like this, can Ziyang Reality be an exception?
Unexpectedly, Ziyang did not care about his identity at this moment, and did not care about his state of the dragon at this moment.
In the eyes of Ziyang real people, he is only a child, the black charcoal boy who grew up in the small town of Jiangnan and encounters the fire of the thunder and the impact of the real dragon.
In the past, he regarded Li Muyang as a younger generation and regarded it as a child.
Now, he still does.
Li Muyang’s heart was very touched and moved. At that moment, it had the feeling of being understood by the whole world and willing to forgive the whole world.
Ziyang is a real person. He is still an awkward and overbearing old Taoist. Once and for all, he forced himself to drink the dark and bitter medicine, and again and again the elders who took him back from the death.
Li Muyang cried.
Or, the black dragon cried.
Inside the huge eyelids like bronze bells, large tears slid down the dark dragon face, then fell into the air and turned into crystal snowballs one after another.
This situation is completely inconsistent with the mighty overbearing image that he just swayed and danced.
Li Muyang felt very warm in his heart, and it was because of this warmth that he cried so sadly.
Everyone is stunned.
"Look, the dragon is crying - will the dragon cry?"

Does it feel wronged in the heart?

"It kills so many people -" -
Winning thousands of degrees to pick up the face of the face, the face of the country is so dazzling in the middle of a group of ghost faces. Like the Buddha statue among the ghosts, it is beautiful and serene, and it radiates the light.
It looked up and looked at the dragon with tears in his eyes, his eyes stunned and his expression was sour.
She can understand the mood of Li Muyang, she can understand its mood at this time.
She knew that he was crying about his grievances, his own destiny, and the sorrow that he could never return.
He is a dragon.
How can he still live happily with human beings as before?
Lu Cheji’s expression was indifferent, but there was a desolation in his eyes.
Whether she or Li Muyang, they are incompatible with the world, they are another race, the body of the demigod -
God gives them great power and longevity while also giving them responsibility and loneliness.
Most of the time, they are all alone, and even let them feel bored and feel desperate.
Li Muyang, he is also difficult to escape such a fate.
Ziyang real people looked at the appearance of Li Muyang's true feelings, for a long time, once again sighed and said: "Good boy, in my heart, you have always been a good boy."
"When you were still very young, once you took my hand and quietly asked if you could take you away, say the farther the better. I asked why you are leaving, don't you want to live with your family? You said, but you know that you are dying. You are afraid that you will die. Your parents and sisters will be sad. You want me to take you away and tell them that you are living outside very well. Even if you are really dead. Let me also tell your parents and sisters - I live very well outside."
Black Dragon's tears flow faster and more urgently, and the white tears are filled with a lot of blood.
"Good boy, come back. Come back to be Li Muyang, come back and do your own look." Ziyang waved at the black dragon above the sky, softly calling.
嗖
Above the sky, the dragon body that could not be seen at the end began to shrink, getting smaller and smaller, and soon became a little dragon, and instantly restored to the original appearance of Li Muyang.
Li Muyang flew toward the Ziyang real person, stumbled in front of him, cried and said: "Grandpa -"
Since the last time in Jiangnan City, Li Muyang has not seen this embarrassing person for a long time but is an excellent old Taoist.
At that time, Li Muyang just thought that he was the one who deceived people's money. It is the same as the rivers and lakes he saw in Hubu Lane.
By the time he truly entered the practice world and truly understood such a world, he realized how ridiculous his original doubts and thoughts were.
This old Taoist is one of the seven real people of Daomen, and is a famous figure in the whole of China.
I haven't seen it for a few years, but I didn't expect that the day of goodbye was on such an occasion, in such a way.
Ziyang real person gently touched Li Muyang’s head and said with comfort:
Good boy, good boy, just come back, just come back—

嚓
A black sword pierced Lee's chest and slid from the back to the chest.
The slender blade emerged from the chest of Li Muyang, and the stream above the blade was open. The fog of the big regiment surrounded the ups and downs of the blade, and madly swallowed the dragon blood in Li Muyang.
Li Muyang’s eyes widened and looked incredulously at the long sword inserted in his chest.
The black one is like a curved sword with a snake body.
Li Muyang raised his face and looked at the eyes of Ziyang’s real person again filled with blood fog. The dark pupil was submerged by the red blood fog. The unwilling sad voice called: "Grandpa--"