A Million Ways To Live In A Dungeon

The experience of Emperor Candle Dragon?

That's probably the one who stood at the top right after he was born and looked down upon the sky, right?

In the past, Zhao Aotian probably thought so.

But the facts are quite the opposite.

"I didn't achieve the achievement I am today at the beginning. At the beginning, I was just born in a dungeon. All attributes are only 5.

Zheng Qian sighed and told Zhao Aotian about his life in the underground city for half a year.

Although some unnecessary content has been modified or deleted, Zheng Qian still tells the whole story without missing a trace.

Since acknowledging his friend Zhao Aotian, Zheng Qian has always wanted to talk to him about own past.

Unexpectedly, on this occasion today, this opportunity to confide in him.

Zhao Aotian was uninterested at first.

But as I listened, I couldn't help being a little shocked.

After Emperor Zhulong finished talking about Leviathan's battle, Zhao Aotian was already stunned.

After a long time, he lowered his head: "I didn't expect you to have such an experience."

The Emperor Candle Dragon also snorted sadly: "It's all in the past.

When the nanny and four brothers and sisters died, I was just like you. It was terribly uncomfortable.

But where does the environment of the dungeon give you time to shed tears? Just to survive is to do everything possible.

However, sometimes I still think of them.

If I had enough power to protect them, I will be much happier now than I am now, right? "

Zhao Aotian lowered his head and looked at his sloppy reflection in the stream: "It's all because of lack of power."

"Yes, because there is no power."

The Dragon Emperor said: "However, we have all survived. If we say that we have lost our relatives in the past without the power, then the best way to make up for it is to protect our relatives now after gaining power."

"Heh." Zhao Ao Heavenly Stems laughed baba: "Speaking lightly, you are a dragon, you are born with a faster growth rate, more effective growth efficiency, and a higher growth space.

I am a human being.

I understand that you gave me the Blood Essence of the Candle Dragon to allow me to break the limitations of human beings.

The battle with Xiao Bi gave me the deepest feeling: human beings are human beings after all, and this world has countless great abilities that we have not yet come into contact with.

What if I can breakthrough alone? With so many people in this world, do you have to rely on me alone?

Human beings are just human beings. "

Zhao Aotian's downcast look made Zheng Qian feel a little bit distressed for him.

"You weren't like this before."

"Really."

"The Zhao Aotian I know, but a human who dares to be tough in the face of the Devil God, who can make me bleed."

Zhao Aotian's bitter smile revealed a touch of sadness: "Maybe I used to be like this.

But I am really tired now. "

After speaking, Zhao Aotian looked up at the sky, and said for a long time: "Go back, Emperor Zhulong, thank you for coming to accompany me specially, but I just want to be alone now."

There was no brilliance in his eyes.

This kind of fighting spirit has long been consumed with the revenge.

Zheng Qian just glanced at this appearance to know: his soul was no longer in his body.

If before, Zheng Qian would definitely turn around and leave at this time, respecting his ideas, right?

but……

"I won't go."

The Emperor Candle Dragon shouted in a decisive voice: "Zhao Aotian, you are the only human who has let me bleed. You will not lose here."

"So what? I'm just a weak person who can't protect even a girl."

"You are never weak."

"I'm not weak, what am I?!"

Without warning, Zhao Aotian suddenly roared: "You and I have so many similar experiences, but you succeeded, and I am still so weak.

I'm not weak, what is it?

How can you understand how I feel when I don’t have power?

You now have the power to despise sentient beings from a high level, and you don't have to live with fear and fear.

But me? Since I was young, I lost almost everything in order to gain strength. I thought I had enough strength to properly pursue the feeling I got.

But in the end, it was nothing.

I have no desires, I have lost everything, I have given so much, but why...

…Not even such a small wish can be allowed. "

At this point, Zhao Aotian was already crying.

His emotions collapsed completely.

On the battlefield, the top warrior, who would not cry even with severed hands or feet, cried like a helpless child.

Tears kept dripping into the stream and were submerged in the current.

Zheng Qian did not continue to speak.

Cry.

The man does not flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the point of sadness.

Just cry out.

"Growth is always accompanied by pain."

Zheng Qian stretched out his hand and patted his back lightly.

Zhao Aotian cried as if suffocating, and kept chanting the name that would leave him forever.

For a long time, it was not until sunset that he gradually calmed down.

Looking at him crying with red eyes, Zheng Qian smiled and stood up.

"Zheng Qian asked me to tell you that you are not here recently, he is very busy, and Kota will visit tomorrow. He said he can't handle it alone."

"I won't come." Zhao Aotian still weeped.

But Emperor Zhulong smiled and said, "I don't care about it. He said he is waiting for you at Yuelailou, and he will wait until 12 noon at the latest."

"I said I won't come."

"He knows what you said. I'm just helping him pass a message. As for whether to go or not, you should consider it for yourself."

Emperor Candle Dragon paused and continued: "But he said he believes you will come."

After speaking, Zheng Qian turned around, opened the space for transfer, and left the place.

In the bamboo forest, Zhao Aotian sat alone by the stream.

Looking at himself in the stream.

In a daze, Zhao Aotian seemed to vaguely hear the voice that he was thinking about.

[Aotian~]

...The next day...

Yuelai in front of the building.

"Did you say he will come?" Zheng Sepi asked curiously.

"From the intuition that my Katcher family has passed down from generation to generation, it may not be." Katcherski looked in the mirror and carefully took care of the mustache that he had imitated his father.

Zheng Qian, standing in front of the team, did not answer.

But his face was filled with confidence.

In early summer, as the temperature gradually rises at noon, the scenery at the end of the street is gradually distorted by the hot air.

Zheng Qian glanced at the time, it was exactly twelve o'clock.

Look up.

"Look, isn't he here?"

Everyone heard the prestige.

I saw the vicissitudes of life of a man at the end of the distorted street, walking towards this side as if leaping forward.

Zheng Qian smiled slightly.

"Old Zhao, welcome back."

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