"However, do you and dragons have any similarities?"

"No, it's really nothing serious. It's just that I broke the rules and secretly hid a golden lamp with a small dragon carved on it. I don't know where the lamp came from, but I remember it always being with me. You know, apart from the 'Heavenly God Slaying Demon Diagram' sanctuary, no evil dragons are allowed to exist, but that little dragon is the only one who can listen to me."

You are indeed a talkative person, Long thought.

You gaze into the distance, as if recalling a distant memory: "Once, when I was talking to it, I was discovered. I can still laugh out loud when I think of the look on the face of the Holy Inquisitor when he saw the obsidian dragon coiled around the lamp."

You couldn't help but smile: "A meticulously crafted dragon-slaying weapon actually treats the dragon as its most precious treasure. The Holy Inquisitor's face was as if he had been slapped squarely by the dragon's tail, and he angrily ordered me to destroy my dragon. I knew perfectly well that it was just an inanimate object, and destroying it would be too easy. But that day, I just wouldn't do it."

“I am just a puppet they want to control, a heartless puppet. For the sake of an inanimate object, I dared to rebel against them. That crossed their bottom line.”

Your voice paused at this moment, and you laughed as if you had suddenly realized something: "They have achieved their goal. They destroyed my dragon, but maybe they were the ones who sent it in the first place. They just needed a legitimate reason. Perhaps they framed me for this huge crime just to force me onto this path of slaying dragons."

"Why should I do as they please? I refuse. Since I've been branded a witch, I'll do what a witch should do!"

Strands of hair brush against your eyes as you look at the dragon beside you.

“They destroyed my most precious possession, so they should also give up their most precious possession. That’s fair. Everyone who wears the holy robe should have their chest cut open to see their true self. Let’s see what color that beating heart really is.”

You suddenly realize, can't revenge be the path to the end?

You've made up your mind, you must be!

"Do you know what you look like right now?" His voice was calm, with a hint of amusement, and his attentive listening was a stark contrast to his previous demeanor.

"What?"

"A small dragon that has just grown horns."

Imagining that scene, you smiled.

He even dared to raise his hand and touch the horn on the head of the person next to him.

"The same horns as yours? That's beautiful."

Surprisingly, he didn't avoid your touch and just let you grope his horns.

"Growing dragon horns represents a second rebirth, which is a good thing."

"What about you? You must have had a time when you first grew horns, right? What was it like back then?" You were really curious about him.

"This is a very normal situation."

Long pulled your hand away, avoiding your gaze.

"It just hurts a little."

"So, after saying all this, can you believe me now? I really didn't want to kill you. The people who wanted to kill you have always been them."

The dragon just kept his head down, and you couldn't tell whether he was considering the credibility of your statement or thinking about something else.

Seeing that he didn't react, you changed the subject, saying, "Qin Che, are you a dragon or a human?"

You sense that this annoying guy is pretending not to hear you again, and he just chuckles.

"If your desire is to resurrect the people of White Obsidian City, then perhaps I can do it too."

"Why do this? Is there any special significance to resurrecting them?" You wonder why he would have such thoughts.

"The living are much more interesting than the dead..."

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