Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
A fly, concealed by the yellow sand, darted in swiftly to attack him. Its movements were impressive, though its damage was minimal, making it difficult for the Cursed Dragon to accurately predict her trajectory.
Then there was a large brute, charging in recklessly, tough-skinned and thick-fleshed, unafraid of his innate fire. Just moments ago, it had landed a solid punch on his head, causing a dull thud that echoed in his skull.
Li Cu and Silly Beast were attacking in their own ways when suddenly they both lost sight of their target. Even the towering creature that had been looming over them vanished without a trace, raising everyone's alertness to its peak.
"Li Cu shouted, "Silly Beast, quickly disperse this yellow sand!"
Silly Beast reacted swiftly, but still couldn't keep up with the Cursed Dragon's reverse tactics. Under the cover of the yellow sand, the Cursed Dragon shrank his form down to the size of a human arm and stealthily approached Qi Xiaomian.
Qi Xiaomian had absorbed some dragon breath within him, granting him a faint awareness of the Cursed Dragon's movements. It was only at the last moment that he managed to evade the attack, albeit clumsily; he felt a sharp bite on his neck and raised his hand to check the wound—it wasn't severe and hadn’t been a fatal strike.
Just as he intended to warn everyone, he let out a syllable only to hear an echo in return. The surrounding space seemed locked down; Qi Xiaomian silenced himself and focused all his mental energy.
He soon realized that within this confined space, the Cursed Dragon was circling him leisurely, as if taking a stroll.
Tsk, no wonder you were unharmed after swallowing my dragon breath; I find your flesh quite palatable as well. I just glanced through your memories—your reactions are quick; although I only saw a glimpse, it was quite intriguing and reminiscent of my past experiences.
Both of us faced life-and-death situations and became demons halfway through our journeys; we share a bond worth remembering. As time passes, don’t think for a moment that this kind of life can continue indefinitely.
I am a cautionary tale; regardless of what agreements you reach with the Upper Realm, breaking those promises is merely a thought away for them. They will never allow demons to associate with Deities; once they intervene, it’s all too easy for them to sever ties.
They despise seeing others thrive; before they destroy you, they must ensure you endure excruciating pain to satisfy their twisted desires.
The Cursed Dragon's voice echoed in Qi Xiaomian's ears. At first, he found it tedious, but gradually it faded into the distance. When silence fell after a brief moment, new memories surfaced in his mind.
In those memories, his family, friends, and loved ones betrayed him due to the instigation of various celestial beings. Despite his desperate resistance and persistence, he was continuously wounded by those closest to him. He survived against all odds repeatedly; this psychological torment was unbearable as hatred multiplied within him. When he could no longer endure it—
There was no need to endure any longer!
The Cursed Dragon's voice rang out again, filled with temptation. "Open your eyes and look! Those who betrayed you are right before you. Don’t you hate them? Don’t you want to take revenge and end this cycle of suffering?"
Obediently, Qi Xiaomian opened his eyes, and the Cursed Dragon reveled in the hatred that erupted within them.
This inspiration came from half-step Qilin—who wouldn’t know how to weave a dream? Among demons and deities, Demon Cultivators were particularly enticing.
An old trickster would not do; naturally, one would choose someone young and naive. Judging from strength alone, this kid wasn’t weak at all and had dragon breath backing him up. If he could be turned against the others, he could certainly hold his own.
Let them tear each other apart while he watched from the sidelines—how amusing that would be!
Comment 0 Comment Count