The Inverted Dragon’s Scale

You treat me like a nephew when people see me as evil.

One sentence, 'You are my shepherd boy', instantly stabbed Li Shepherd's tear point, making him cry orbit, so touched.

Ever since his dragon identity was revealed, the world has had enemies, all of whom have tried to kill him, either for profit or to make a name for themselves for themselves in order to complete the dragon slaughter.

Running all the way, killing all the way.

My life is in danger.

Even more hateful, Song Lonely, the eye of the stars, penetrated eight spikes into his body, causing him to endure the unspeakable cold of survival.

Shepherd Li's heart is filled with hatred and a bloody desire for revenge.

He turned into a black dragon, sprayed a dragon's breath at the wind city soldiers, and there was a hysteria that belonged to him.

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

He was utterly disappointed in the people.

Had it not been for Thousand Degrees and the Fat One been with him all along, keeping him in his last divine mind, he would have been afraid to have turned into a demon and fell into that dark world forever.

When Li Shepherd first met Ziyang, he was vigilant and alert.

Because he knew the hatred of the people for themselves, and he knew how obsessed the dragon slaughter was with those who practiced in the highest realms.

Everyone else does. Can Ziyang's real people make an exception?

Unexpectedly, Ziyang did not care about his identity at this moment, and did not care about his dragon status at this moment.

In the eyes of Ziyang, he is just a child, a black charcoal teenager who grew up in a small city in Gangnam and was exposed to the fire of heaven and thunder and the gas of a real dragon every day.

Previously, he regarded Li Shepherd as an offspring and a nephew.

Now he still does.

Shepherd Li's heart was moved and moved. At that moment, it had a feeling that the world understood and was willing to forgive the world.

Ziyang real man, he is also the dirty and domineering old Taoist, over and over again forced himself to drink that dark and bitter medicine soup, and over and over again took himself back from Death's benefactor elders.

Shepherd Lee cried.

Or the black dragon cried.

In a giant orbit like a copper bell, big tears slide down the dark dragon face and fall into the air, turning into crystalline snowballs one after the other.

This scenario is totally inconsistent with the powerful image of his dragon-driving dance.

Shepherd Li felt warm in his heart, which is why he cried so sadly.

Everyone stared.

“You see, if the dragon cries, will the dragon cry? ”

“Does it feel grieved, too? ”

“It killed so many people."

Winning a thousand degrees to take off the ghost on his face, that beautiful face of Tinguocheng looked so dazzling in the midst of a group of ghosts. Such as the statue of Buddha among all the ghosts, beautiful and peaceful, full of holy light.

He raised his face and looked at the big black dragon with tears. His eyes were dark and his expression was sour.

She was able to understand the mood of Shepherd Lee, and she was able to understand the mood at the moment.

She knew that he was crying about his own grievances, his own destiny, and the sadness that he could never return to.

He's a dragon.

How could he live happily ever after with humans?

Lu Qi's expression was indifferent, but his eyes felt the same cold feeling.

Whether it's her or Lee Shepherd, they're out of line with the world. They're another race, the body of the demigod.

God gave them great divinity and long life, but also responsibility and loneliness.

Most of the time, they are alone, even getting bored with everything and feeling desperate.

Shepherd Lee, he can't escape such a fate.

Ziyang Real People looked at Li Shepherd's true love revealed, for a long time, sighed once more and said: “Good boy, in my heart, you have always been a good child. ”

“When you were a little girl, once you grabbed my hand and asked me if I could take you away, saying that the farther you go, the better. I asked you why you were leaving. Don't you want to live with your family? Think about it, but you know you're dying, and you're afraid you're gonna die, and your parents and sisters are gonna be sad, and you want me to take you away and tell them you're doing great out there. Even if it's true, let me tell your parents and sisters how well I live out there. ”

The black dragon's tears flowed faster and faster, and the white teardrops were filled with plenty of blood.

“Good boy, come back. Come back to be a shepherd, come back to be yourself.” Ziyang waved to the black dragon above the sky and softly called out.

Psst.

Above the sky, the unexpected dragon body began to shrink, getting smaller and smaller, quickly becoming a dragon, and instantly regained the way Li Shepherd was.

Li Shepherd flew over to the real Ziyang man, kneeling in front of him, crying and saying: "Grandpa.”

Since the last goodbye to Gangnam City, Lee Shepherd hasn't seen this filthy old Taoist for a long time.

At that time, Lee Shepherd just thought he was one of those people who cheated on money. Just like the ones he saw in Dobe Lane.

It wasn't until he really got into practice and really understood the world that he realized how ridiculous his doubts and thoughts were.

This old Taoist is one of the Seven Real People of Dao Mun and is a famous big man in Dukhe, the whole of Shenzhou.

Years gone, but I didn't expect the day of goodbye to be on such occasions, like this.

Ziyang Zhi gently touched Li Shepherd's head and said comfortingly: "Good boy, good boy, just come back, just come back."

Psst.

A black sword pierced Li Shepherd's chest, stabbing him from the back to the front chest position.

The elongated sword blade was exposed from the chest of the shepherd Li, and the blood drained over the sword blade. The fog of the large masses swept and fluctuated around the edges of the blade, eating the dragon blood inside Lee's sheep madly.

Shepherd Li glanced at her eyes and looked incredibly at the sword stuck in her chest.

The black, like a snake's curved sword.

Li Shepherd raised his face and looked at Ziyang's real human orbit. Once again, it was filled with blood fog. The pitch-black pupils were covered in red blood fog. The unhappy sorrow called out: “Grandpa.”