He suddenly looked up and his tear-stained face was filled with self-reproach and guilt. His light golden eyes were filled with hatred for himself.
"If not for me, they would not have died. If only I were not born…" The little golden dragon bit his lips and tried hard to restrain his crying.
Due to the devil energy in his body, his growth speed had been reduced to the extreme. And even though he had yet to grow up, he had the ability to think.
During his ignorant days, his mother did not hesitate to self-destruct to buy more time for him to leave safely.
They ran around the Hidden Dragon Continent and hid day and night. They had never stopped running.
He looked on helplessly as his comrades died in battle one by one. He looked at those uncles who would take care of him every day and joke with him while lying in a pool of blood. He was afraid and he felt despair.
One by one, his comrades died. The familiar faces were buried in the soil.
