Time travel to the X-dragon era

Everyone looked at the figure in front of them, which was not too tall.

In the palm of his hand. Four souls have just disappeared. Four souls they may never see a second time in their lives.

Life seems to be incomparably cheap in front of these people.

The gaze around contains too many emotions and too many questions. This is the first time that Feng Ling has truly appeared in the form and posture of a strong person.

Show your strength in front of everyone and show your calmness.

The people around him couldn't actually influence him. But he still didn't choose to say a word more to the people around him. He jumped up, mounted the prisoner dragon, and flew towards the dark sky.

Throw the rest to them. He's not good at dealing with that, and he doesn't want to deal with it.

Fly in the night sky. But for a moment he lost the direction of where he was going.

He does not reject these things before he manifests himself.

But those things are really troublesome, and they are also tiring.

He doesn't have much to do, in fact, it doesn't matter if this little time is wasted, but if you can be able to relax, then relax.

There should have been a lot to do. There are still many plans to think about what should have been done. But now I suddenly don't want to do it again.

The sudden appearance of the family forces made Feng Ling's whole person feel an inexplicable feeling.

Very wrong.

They can eventually track themselves, that's for sure. The age of the dragon plus the reason for his own cultivation was originally measured by almost infinity.

After accumulating countless years of heritage, if they can't even track themselves down, then they are too wasteful.

It may not be possible to truly find yourself at random across the continent. But it is possible to have a general direction, and it is not very far from them yourself.

This is far from the dragon's unit of thought and measurement.

But that's not a reason for him to feel wrong.

Because of its own particularity, the prisoner dragon gave him an inexplicable sixth sense.

A very nasty feeling, but I can't say it.

He originally chose to follow Xin Yun, in addition to thinking that he could get shelter, in fact, he took a fancy to Xin Yun's personality.

He never believed how kind this damn flood was.

The time and resources required to become stronger need to be fought for by themselves, so cause and effect will inevitably be born.

These things cannot be erased at all except that being.

But this so-called child of destiny bears just that.

For the so-called protagonist, there is another, more figurative way of calling him the child of destiny.

Destiny helps them to grow and gives them responsibility. Everything moves forward imperceptibly.

There are many protagonists who want to change their destiny against the sky and control their own destiny, but all this is still destiny.

Even the really ridiculous point is that Destiny wants to be controlled by him.

The so-called change of life against the sky has never existed. Everything is arranged. Everything has been planned. He just needs to move forward.

But it was not without effort. Endless responsibility. Almost as long as he was imprisoned, there were even many obscure and unknown things lost.

Feng Ling has always believed in it. He believed in a set of values that he himself was infinitely acknowledged.

If there is a giveaway, there will be gain. Everything is just in exchange. And the value of what is exchanged is different from the perspective of both parties.

However, he was shocked to discover one thing. Something was exchanged for himself. Moreover, his behavior is very wrong.

This feeling. Don't want to, can't think about it anymore.

He always considered himself an ordinary person. It refers to the way of thinking and acting.

He loved the feeling.

He hardly has the slightest possibility of becoming a strong man. Neither from the heart, from the talent, nor from the degree of determination.

But it was as if the sky had played a big joke on him. Obviously, as long as you live well.

Although life is short, it does not have much responsibility, and life without responsibility is the freest and most worry-free life in the world.

Responsibility comes from strength, from responsibility, from the capital you have.

He didn't have anything in the first place. But the severely wounded prisoner dragon chose him. He became an even stranger in this world than Xin Yun.

A man who originally did not summon a dragon. A person who was originally physically weak and even very weak. Suddenly there is power. What I have is that unimaginable power.

There is no such thing as a passage that the body cannot withstand and needs to be sealed. There is no dog blood that needs to be slowly developed by itself because the soul is sleeping.

The world suddenly gave him strength, but did not give him any responsibility. Although it is not without effort, that effort is not something worthy of attention in his opinion.

He was never greedy for longevity. Living too long will become less and less like your original self. Maybe his future self will be grateful to his current self, but now he does not thank himself.

Long time will blur everything. This is almost the same as the energy-like, iron-like rule that life requires.

Gradual loss can make him numb. But not briefly, he is selfish. Selfishness in the true sense of the word. He believes in himself. I firmly believe that even if I have this power, I will not take on the responsibility that this power requires.

Reality was kidding him. This force does not have any responsibility. He was prepared for death from the very beginning of his birth.

Whether it is him, or the creatures who died because of this power.

Flying in the sky, the sky seems to be incomparably close to yourself. It seems to be almost endlessly distant.

The prisoner dragon blocked an area, and there he and the trigram spirit stayed quietly.

Although she could check the other party's mood, she didn't feel the need. This guy is cranky again.

The people below are picking up the pieces. Get everything sorted out and get rid of some traces.

No one dared to touch what was left behind by those diamond-level powerhouses. That's the spoils of the victors. No one dares, no one is qualified to touch.

Fast and not presentable battles. Xin Yun just stood there looking at this mess. A sense of powerlessness wrapped around him deeply.

Too arrogant. The diamond-level powerhouse is certainly a useful thug and means of protection. But in the same way, his circle of contacts is bound to cause them problems at the same level. This is a force that Xin Yun cannot resist now.

The harmlessness shown by the other party made him subconsciously relax. He still stuck his consciousness on when he was still diamond-level. He is still used to thinking from that perspective.

But the moment in front of him slapped him in the face fiercely. Be sober and sober, and the power of others is someone else's after all. What you don't have, you always don't have.

I want to be stronger. I want to get stronger.

This time, his struggle has a prospect, a lighthouse, a path, and he just needs to move forward. Do everything you can to move forward.

Thinking is a thing that shows different rates of expression at different levels.

Compare the way of thinking of the bronze-level dragons to elementary school students starting to calculate, add, subtract, multiply and divide. Then the diamond-level dragons can be similar to supercomputers.

In the upward words, the level of the Dragon King. There is no way to find a relatively suitable reference.

It's not long, but it's just borrowing power. Then you can also let your thinking reach that level of computation.

The source, the source that allows yourself to cross. Let Xin Yun cross the source. It shouldn't be the way of heaven. So, what exactly?

What is the purpose of bringing me here? What is the purpose of what He asked me to fulfill?