Take Taobao with you to another world

Dragons have fangs and claws, made for hunting.

As beings of extremely high energy levels, even though their wisdom surpasses most creatures in the same world, they are also more selfish than most creatures in terms of physiology, which is not only reflected in the possession of territory and the sky, but also On top of their never-ending pursuit of their own strength.No matter what form their food is in, they must have energy above the benchmark. Even the laziest dragons will not stop the power to purify their bodies in their sleep. The Dragon God Palace is guarded by hundreds of dragons. It's just to protect the mighty Dragon King in the palace, and also to protect the precious original liquid that can only be extracted from the Jedi ice lake deep in the palace.

Because the world is enough for them to travel, there are not many battles among the underdeveloped dragons, and even fewer develop into life-and-death decisions. The era of the existence of the Black Dragon Lord is extremely rare. They are greatly reduced and simultaneously increased. In a group with a stable structure, it is a serious violation of ethics to eat meat and blood of the same group, but no matter in the past or now, the Black Dragon Lord is regarded as a moral exception by default.

It's almost like "it" is another species beyond.

In terms of predatory nature, rather than saying that the Black Dragon Lord is the extreme manifestation of many selfish desires, it is better to say that "it" is the desire itself, and the Holy King Dragon is like its other side.Salvren's existing reputation as a "miracle", apart from being the only dragon king who can return alive after completing his duties after sacrificing himself to the world, the other half of the reason lies in his unprecedented blood.

Extrajudicial blood does not mean that Salvren can transcend the law. After all, gods have already been proved by themselves that they do not exist. It means that the laws of that world cannot become the shackles of his ability. When other dragons or species face those who can hardly When crossing domain barriers and having to find a detour, he is like being in an extremely wide plain. The border still exists, but what he needs to surpass is only the last line, even if it is a lifetime. Unable to reach, he has already been at the peak that cannot be touched.

So Salvren itself means the highest and purest power in that world. For the Black Dragon Lord, it is the best and most necessary food.

The unreserved love and closeness it showed to its elder brother from the first meeting has nothing to do with blood, and the cause is not good at all. It is too young to do anything to the super high-level prey that is close to maturity. When I grew up, I realized perceptually that this is the object that is the most gentle to it and can satisfy all its current needs. The desire to be appeased gradually sank into the depths until it was cut off from the other party by Skynet. The need for growth directly stimulated the instinct to become a fully mature body, and the crazy hunger and thirst distorted its body and spirit in a very short period of time, until it obtained another energy pool that was enough for its initial evolution even though it made it feel painful .

But that doesn't mean it's satisfied.

The bright sunlight falls from the clear blue-purple sky, and the distant mountains are covered with a thick dark blue. Along the gentle arc of the ridge, the clear lake water is shimmering, and the tall trees are lush. There was a rustling sound in the room, and the wind rushed into the hall with cool water vapor and a faint fragrance of flowers, gently shaking the curtain.

It is a sunny and beautiful summer day.

Delderan withdrew his gaze. When he went to Dragon God Palace three years ago, even though it was too far away to be seen by the naked eye, the sense of existence of this palace was so strong that it didn't need any guideposts.The accompanying nobles once complained that this place was like a Winter Palace after returning. The moment they saw the Dragon God Valley, they seemed to have crossed the border and entered a space that was beyond imagination. There are quite a few nobles in this world, even though they already knew that it was the only black dragon lord in this world who was already extremely powerful De Lan was also a little surprised by the murderous aura that seemed to come from deep underground.

The environment of the Dragon Palace is the embodiment of the Dragon Lord's essential will, and in the current Dragon Palace, there is no trace of the Black Dragon Lord's rule. Bai Xue, he is still the "miracle" who makes the impossible possible.

More captivating than any flawless gemstone.

Astaros leaned back against the back of the chair made of keel, looked at the Dragon King who was similar in appearance to the human race, but couldn't feel the slightest similarity, and smiled, "Anyone who has the desire to devour or Your existence is nothing short of torture to creatures of greater power. For even now, no one can mortally injure you... except the other."

The handsome Shengwanglong looked calm, he said: "Because he was born for me."

Astaros pondered for a moment, "What do you mean by that, that he, or 'it', was chosen by some kind of will to come to you?"

"It's sort of like that," Salvren said.

"You are the only exception who can escape from Skynet," Astaros looked up and asked, "I want to know, what did you see when you were on Skynet?"

Before Salvren responded, Delderan stood up from his seat and bowed politely to him, "Sorry, maybe I should leave?"

"Need not."

"No need."

Delderan was stunned for a moment, Astaros looked at Salvren, and said with a smile: "Even in terms of natural strength, the human race is far from being comparable to the dragon race, but at certain times, some talents will appear unexpected surprise."

"The duke's talents are indeed outstanding," said Salvren, "although that is not a reason for my trust."

Delderan smiled slightly, "For whatever reason, this is my honor."

"Then make sure you live longer," said Astaros, "because I feel that, since some things are never pleasant, and some secrets are more fortunate to be unknown than to be known, those who bear this part of the responsibility More people are better than fewer.”

Salvren was silent for a while, "Then, let's start from the very beginning. Since the dragon egg was sent back..."

The meeting didn't last long, and the expressions of both sides were considered calm at the end.After the new king and duke left, Salvren returned to the bedroom alone, walked down the white stone steps, and passed through several complicated restrictions, pushing away all the materials known in this world. The huge door made of the highest hardness, stepped across the wide and calm light blue water in the cold water vapor that can freeze blood instantly, and came to the side of the sleeping silver-haired man.This space illuminated by fluorite is so vast, but it can't accommodate his posture after liberation.

Salvren knelt down halfway, lowered his gaze, and quietly stared at the handsome face that looked stern even in deep sleep.

He lives for him.

Born to destroy him, to devour him, to leave this world.

Even though he has never believed in fate, the past can influence, but cannot determine the present or even the future, however... If he is outside the world, on the cold and harsh Skynet, where every breath is a lingering delay, he has to The fact that he was forcibly instilled in his brain, just as he was born for this world, himself, including his ability, his blood, and even his consciousness, is all for the responsibility of maintaining his kin and protecting his race , the fate that allows this world to continue to exist.

He is the sacrifice of the world.

And Melavia... because "it" sensed the appearance of the sacrifice, "it" "created" the child, and it may even be more profound than he imagined, and Melavia is "it".

As brothers, they have nothing in common in terms of appearance, character, or blood. They were born in the womb of the same dragon couple, but none of them can be counted as their offspring.He is the will to "live" in this world, and his younger brother does not exist. What really exists is under the world known by all races, carrying this complicated world, and allowing all races to appear and reproduce. Dragon bones, even if the life that is so powerful that it is unimaginable has died at the beginning of this world, its flesh and blood are gone, leaving only bones like mountains, but among thousands of lives, the dragon family, like its poor replica, has passed through generations. After a generation of metabolism and purification, it looks more and more like its true appearance.The sudden appearance of the first-generation black dragon master did not wake up the dragon clan, even though the fear they felt was still deeply rooted in their blood after thousands of years, but it was too early for Orovid Qianling to devour the previous silver dragon, and the other party had not even shown it. Ability, which looks more like pure food than sacrifice.

And now, he could feel the energy entering Melavia more and more violently every day, not from the icy lake, but from a deeper layer, provided by that keel... The more Meravia drew, This already fragile world will collapse sooner.

His fingers were stained with frost, gently caressing the sleeping face on the ice hard as steel.

He thought of the clumsy young dragon, the blood-stained scales and broken horns buried in the corner, the child who laughed and called his brother and rushed over, the indifferent and hungry eyes of the black dragon looking down at him , remembering him clutching his hand during the coronation ceremony.

The soul as an individual is almost insignificant before the will of the world itself.Why was he born born deprived of the affection and rights of negative feelings?Even if there is only a little bit, it allows him to truly hate a certain object, instead of having to bear the weight of the pain every day.He remembered the hoarse call he heard on Skynet, and also remembered the projection of the future that would destroy everything...

If all that is going to happen, how will Meravia, who is left with only himself, face the future destined to be alone forever after he has reached the pre-destined end?

There was a crackling sound on the ice surface, and the dragon under the ice opened his sharp golden eyes.

The ice flakes like crystal fragments were pushed away, and the lake water suspended with countless tiny ice crystals seemed to reflect starlight, soaking Salvren's royal robe. He let himself be pulled into the water without any resistance, and then followed the silver-haired The Black Dragon Lord emerged from the water together, and the extremely cold water flowed down along Meravia's powerful jaw line, and the ice beads fell on the rippling water surface.

He looked at Salvren, then moved closer.

The cold and soft lips touched the ice crystals on Salvren's eyelashes, and Meravia slowly moved down the side of his face, patrolling, touching, and then stopped on the side of the warm neck down.

Salvren felt the tingling pain, he closed his eyes, and put his hand around the other's broad arm.

Before Shilong ran in in a panic, Astaros felt something strange.The heavy pressure and astonishing power he had felt before couldn't be stopped even by the countless times of the Dragon God Palace. He brushed aside the servant dragon and walked out the door. Before he took two steps, the rush of freezing air came Arriving in front of him, amidst the crackling sound of freezing ice, frost flowers climbed up to the corner of his clothes, and the sparkling ice clusters quickly sealed off all the space, and the green-skinned dragon servants maintained With a horrified expression sealed into the ice, Astaros leaned against the wall, stretched out his hand and flicked the ice fronts on both sides of his head, and then even his hands were locked.

"Long time no see, Your Majesty Yiqi." He smiled.

The silver-haired and white-robed Black Dragon Lord came over, and those ice layers that were harder than rocks were like air to him.

"What are you doing here?" Meravia looked at him and said indifferently.

"Let's see who we should choose." Astaros said, glanced at the side without any trace, "If the Holy King is willing to join hands with us, maybe we still have a chance to kill you before you really wake up."

"Kill me?" Meravia repeated softly.

Even though the ice needles had entered his skin, Astaros' voice was still unhurried, "If you kill you, the Holy King may continue to live, and this world may last for thousands of years, even if you don't know when it will appear again The third Black Dragon Lord... However, since we will all turn into dust before then, there is no need to think about things that are too long." He narrowed his eyes slightly, "Unfortunately, the Holy King only intends to sacrifice himself."

The small blood drops bounced between the ice clusters and rolled all the way down, but the ice needle stopped moving forward.

"What can you do?" Meravia asked coldly.

"I assume you are referring to the Holy King..." Astaros smiled slightly, "After all, there is no other object? Only if he is alive, you are you, otherwise you with such a weak soul, but you only have strength The shell of the ..." He paused, and then added, after a moment, of necessity, "Although I think it's also beautiful."

"You still know about souls?" Meravia said coldly.

"I really don't have this kind of thing," Astaros smiled indifferently, "so I appeared in front of those who have particularly strong emotions. In this regard, I have to thank you for the 20 years you spent under the Doomsday Volcano. The strength of the growth rate is also rapid."

"And then?" Meravia asked.

"Then, maybe there is another way..." Astaros said, "Now, let my companions come over first."

Meravia looked at the black-haired Dragon King lying quietly on the bed. He rarely looked at his brother from this angle. After all, he spent very little time with him when he was an adult and after he became an adult. It is not as good as the past day, and those so-called pasts are also blurred in his memory like the reflection of running water. As long as he wants to see clearly, they will be broken into a pile of color blocks.Melavia leaned on the side of the bed with one hand, lowered her head, and pressed the other hand on the pillow, leaning over to look intently at the handsome face that had nothing in common with him.

After the memory has been destroyed, why does emotion exist?

Perhaps disturbed by those long hair like silver metal, those long and dense eyelashes trembled slightly, Salfren woke up.Those eyes, which were also golden, but calm and calm, opened wide in surprise at first, and then calmed down.

Meravia was hungry, he remembered the irreplaceable sweetness and sweetness of blood caressing his mouth and down his throat, and now he wondered what those eyes tasted like.

"I really want to eat you," he said softly.

"I know," Salvren said.

Meravia held his hand and put it to her lips, and there was a clear bone cracking sound from Salvren's knuckles almost without his exerting any force.

"I said," he looked at his elder brother who never even trembled at the brows, looked at those eyes that he could never forget, and this kind of eyes... "Have you ever dreamed?"

"...No." Salvren replied a little confused.

"I've done it, I've done it for a long time," he said, "and now, it's your turn."