"Do you know what you are doing?" The dragon, or Li Wuyue, slowly retracted his claws.

"Of course I do," Jormungandr said.

The girl named Xia Mi disappeared.

Various dragon-like characteristics appeared on her body. Her clothes were torn by scales and bone spurs, she was naked, and her body was covered with steel-like muscles. The rugged bony protrusions appeared on her forehead and jaw, her knee joints were bent, and her delicate calves should now be called "

Strong hind limbs".

Her figure is still slender and exquisite, but her whole body is iron-green. As she breathes, the sharp scales slowly expand and the black scales snap together loudly. Even her beautiful face is covered with tiny ferocious signs.

scales.

"Why." Li Wuyue looked at Jörmungandr quietly, "We should be of the same kind, maybe I have to call you sister."

"Now you are not willing to take action against the same kind of people for the sake of a mixed race?"

"Reason?" Jörmungandr tilted his head, "Do you need a reason to love someone?"

"Love?" Li Wuyue couldn't help but sneer, "Are you kidding? When will the emotion "love" also appear in us?"

"Let's be clear, we are dragons!"

Jörmungandr did not speak, but looked back at the boy on the ground.

She thought to herself, could she really hide it from him for the rest of her life?

Can they really have such a long and happy life?

When he knows his identity, will he raise the knife angrily like when facing Odin, or will he leave him in confusion and pain, or will this boy not know what choice to make?

No way.

In this case, I can only silently wish him a happy life, wish his ideals can be realized, and wish him... everything.

And what about her? In fact, it doesn't matter, she just wants to go back to loneliness again. She believes that she can do it. It's not like she hasn't lived like this in the past many years.

Jörmungandr turned his head, took steps, and walked slowly towards Li Wuyue.

As she walked, Jörmungandr stood on tiptoes, which made her look lighter and taller, but also looked condescending and majestic.

There is a certain familiar rhythm hidden in her steps, like a Luo Shen wading through the water with bare feet, each step stepping lightly on the fallen leaves, leaving a series of ripples.

"I know I am a dragon." Jormungandr said calmly, "I also accept my identity."

"Have you figured it out? You've always been like this before, entangled with the emotions of pretending to be a human part of yourself." Li Wuyue smiled and opened his arms to welcome her, "Welcome home, sister."

"Thank you..." Jörmungandr's face was bright and radiant, ten times more charming and enchanting, with a gentle smile on his lips, "Brother!"

The moment he shouted the word "brother", Yemenggard punched Li Wuyue hard in the chest.

The sound of cracking was endless, and Jörmungandr's body grew taller at an alarming speed. Thin golden needles drilled out of the skin and stretched into bright red scales. The fine white scales were centered on the tip of the nose, arranged like inflorescences and raised.

The muscles and non-human joints form an enchanting and toned dragon body. What countless fitness experts have been unable to achieve in their lives, Jörmungandar was able to achieve it at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What...what!" Li Wuyue vomited blood and was knocked backwards, with all the scales on his chest shattered.

She hit Li Wuyue's "eye".

It looked like he was chatting with Li Wuyue just now, but in fact Jörmungandr was looking for the "eye" in him. As long as he found the "eye", he could defeat the enemy and injure Li Wuyue.

This is the authority of the King of Earth and Mountains!

Jörmungandr's whole body shimmered like fireflies, his charming facial features exuded solemnity, and his graceful body was condensed with strength.

She rushed forward again, ready to pursue the victory.

Li Wuyue flew high into the sky with a dragon's wing.

"Damn it." Jörmungandr looked up at Li Wuyue's figure, "Did you bully me into not having wings?"

"Let me ask you one last time, sister." Li Wuyue said coldly, "Are you really, really going to fight me for this hybrid?"

"Do you know what he is doing?"

"It's just the "Road to Godhood", of course I know it." Jormungandr curled his lips, "And he is almost successful."

"And he's almost successful!" Li Wuyue repeated this sentence with a roar. He still found it unbelievable how a seemingly ordinary mixed-race could have made it to this point on the road to becoming a god.

What is even more unbelievable is that the King of Earth and Mountains, his kind, his blood relative, Jörmungandr, would actually attack him for this hybrid.

"I would love to see him succeed," Jormungandr said.

"Okay." Li Wuyue sneered, "Then I can only kill you and him... together!"

"Don't just talk, my dear brother." Jormungandr mocked, "Do you think you are really capable of killing me?"

"Every king's blood will end with the sword." Li Wuyue's expression was gloomy, "Of course I know this sentence, the spirit of words is ineffective in a king-level war, but have you forgotten one thing, my dear sister?

…”

"Your physical ability is the weakest among us."

"If I can beat you half to death, you are not the weakest." Jörmungandr said with a smile, "Come on, don't be a coward, come down and fight with me."

"You seem to have been a human being for too long, sister." Li Wuyue raised his sharp claws and swooped down towards her, making a fierce sound, "Dragon species are originally a race that will use any means to achieve their goals!"

Jörmungandr clicked his tongue and put on a defensive posture. In the blink of an eye, they had clashed many times, leaving behind countless afterimages and black and red blood streaks between their sharp claws.

They roared their filial piety, they fought, this was a war between kings, and only death could end it!

…

…

"Then how should I get out?" Chu Zihang asked.

"eager."

"What do you desire?"

"The desire that comes from your heart." Lu Mang looked up at the blue sky, "The appeal that comes from the heart, such as the destiny that you must change even if you try your best, or the things that you must protect at all costs."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "But I..." Chu Zihang looked down at his hand, slowly tightened it, and then released it, "What can be changed? What can I change?"

What can he protect? Even three bursts of blood can't defeat him."

"I'm too weak."

"Where did your courage go?" Lu Mang was already looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, "Don't you think you can do anything?"

"..." Chu Zihang was silent.

"The power of words and spirits comes from the heart, and the power of blood also comes from the heart. As long as you think you can do anything, you can do anything."

"You mean...like a.t.field?"

"It's like a.t.field." Lu Mang tapped his chest, "In your place."

He raised his hand and touched the void, and the scene outside appeared in the sky.

Caesar was lying on the ground, the white clothes on his chest were stained red with blood in large areas, and his life or death was uncertain.

Lu Shanyan's eyes were completely destroyed, and every part of his body was twisted into incredible angles. He almost turned into a bloody man, and he was obviously at the end of his life.

There was a sharp bone spur stuck in the ghost's throat, and her finger was still on the trigger of the rifle, but she could not pull the small trigger until she died.

Menek's Atkan sword broke into pieces.

"Xia Mi..." Chu Zihang muttered to himself, frantically looking for Xia Mi.

"She's over there." Lu Mang pointed to the middle of the screen, which was the place that Chu Zihang had always avoided looking at, or said he didn't want to look at.

Chu Zihang's throat moved and he slowly shifted his gaze to the center of the screen...

The beautiful girl was lifted up by one dragon claw stuck around her neck, while the other sharp dragon claw... penetrated the girl's chest.

The dragon was sneering ferociously, as if celebrating its victory.

"How could... be like this..." Chu Zihang couldn't believe his eyes, he was confused.

"You are too weak." Lu Mang said.

The world was spinning, and Chu Zihang felt as if the world was spinning around him, "Don't..."

he said softly.

The passage of time seemed to slow down. He could clearly feel every breeze and every drop of rain. At the same time, he could also clearly see the dragon claw, which came out from the girl's back, with bright red blood on it.

Warm blood, blood just flowing out of the body.

Bright red...warm...just flowed out of the body...

From whose body does it flow?

Xia Mi.

Who is Xia Mi?

my lover.

Do I love her?

Love it very much.
To be continued...