I got up from the coffin and was taken back to the nest by the dragon

When he was leaving the hospital gate, a timid voice sounded behind him:

"Hey, are you still teaching me how to practice a knife?"

Liang Jing showed a fierce smile that could scare a child to death, and turned to look at the child with the knife, "Teach!"

The kid trotted over, stuffed something into his hand, and looked at him seriously, "Then you have to keep your word."

"My mother also said that she would teach me how to practice the sword, but my mother said that she can't teach now because of her sacrifice."

"You can't sacrifice."

Liang Jing looked at the child, then at a pen stuffed into his hand, and laughed, "Then why are you giving me this?"

"My mother said this is very powerful! Let me keep it safe!" The child clenched the knife in his hand, "Don't sacrifice yourself, come back and teach me how to practice the knife!"

"Okay," Liang Jingzhen stuffed the pen into his underwear pocket seriously—even though he was too lazy to write a few words in his life, "Dragon boy, go back!"

He took a step, facing the sun, towards the empty street.

"This world, leave it to our adults!"