He suddenly raised his head, his tear-stained face full of self-blame and guilt, and his big light golden eyes filled with hatred for himself.
"If it weren't for me, they wouldn't have died. If only I hadn't been born..." Little Jinlong bit his lip and tried hard to restrain his crying.
Because of his demonic energy, his growth rate was reduced to the extreme. However, although he did not really grow up, he still had the ability to think.
During the period of ignorance, in order to protect him from leaving safely, his mother did not hesitate to blow herself up and buy more time for him.
He was on the run in Qianlong Continent, hiding in Tibet day and night, and the pursuit never stopped.
He watched his companions around him die in battle one by one, and watched the uncles and uncles who would take care of him and joke with him every day fall in a pool of blood. He was scared and desperate.
The companions around him died one by one, and the once familiar face had long been buried in the earth.
The dragons guarding him all chose to end their lives in the same way before dying.
Self-destruction again and again, blood staining the battlefield again and again, and the shrill dragon roar, it was the last sound left by his companions in this world.
In order not to leave their bodies to the undead, the dragons chose the same way as their dragon queen to end their lives.
Little Golden Dragon grew up in such an environment.
The never-ending hunt, the never-ending sacrifice.
Although he is ignorant, he also knows that he is a burden and a burden.
Long Yan's target is him. If he dies, the other companions can continue to live. If he dies, they don't have to sacrifice themselves to protect him.
This guilt and debt accumulated in the heart of the little golden dragon, almost crushing his immature soul.
But everything he heard just now was like a thunderbolt from the blue, which shocked him so much that he couldn't recover for a long time.
At the beginning, the fleeing team was still so huge. After the bloody battle, tens of thousands of dragons still had enough strength to hide.
However, Longyan's pursuers were like jackals, not giving them any time to rest. They fought day and night and resisted countless times. Little Jinlong has been chasing and killing every day since he left Longmiao.
Spend time on the run.
He never thought that Long Yan could determine their location because of him.
It was him who exposed his whereabouts and put his companions into desperate situations again and again.
He is the real murderer, the murderer who killed so many companions.
"I don't want to go to the north. I don't want to hurt anyone anymore." Little Jinlong suddenly stood up and let go of Shen Yanxiao's hand. He rushed towards the edge of Suzaku's back, opened his arms, and pointed towards the sky.
Jump.
"Damn it!" Shen Yanxiao cursed in a low voice, jumped up, flew out, and immediately caught the little golden dragon back.
"Let me go! Let me die! I don't want to repay anyone else!" Little Jinlong struggled to break away from Shen Yanxiao's arms, and big tears kept falling from his eyes.
He hates himself so much, hates his own powerlessness, hates the demonic energy in his body, hates himself for not understanding himself earlier.
A waste like him who only drags down his companions shouldn't live in this world at all.