Tu Sheng [Hokage]

At the end of the world of self-destruction, there is redness without any mechanism.

I immediately wanted to turn around and leave, trying to suppress the long-lost irritability. There were human beings everywhere, and there were hateful human beings everywhere. They were so fragile that I felt disgusted, but this kind of pitiful creature that could break at the touch of a touch actually broke. Once it shook my heart.

Xiaoying is a good girl who knows my words and emotions. She noticed my strangeness and let me pull her away softly.

This is the first time in twelve years that I am about to lose control. All kinds of complicated emotions turn into hate, why do I control my brain? I don’t want to lose my mind, I don’t want to lose control, I don’t want to lose my family.

The strength of my hand increased uncontrollably, forcing Sakura to cry out in pain, but what kind of response could I make? Should I go crazy and kill my nearest loved one on the spot?

I could only hear myself saying in a weird accent: "Sakura, can you go back by yourself first?"

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I don’t know how long I ran. The rage originating from my bloodline kept attacking my brain. When did eating people become a taboo for me?

Just because of that family of humans who play house with me.

I was touched by my own hypocrisy, and I smiled excitedly with a cruel smile. Human emotions are really confusing. I was obviously a beast that drank hair and drank blood from the beginning to the end, but I wanted to forget the sins I carried and the fact that I had always been my prey. Together.

Will I still suffer retribution for carrying such extremely twisted feelings? The moment I became human, I began to rot, and I even actively suppressed my own nature in order to blend in with them.

So I irreversibly fell in love with them, fell in love with the warmth of home that was extremely luxurious to me, fell in love with their weakness, and fell in love with this imperfect creature.

But why did he appear?

That sweet boy who makes me lose my mind, what did Itachi Uchiha just call him, Sasuke.

I had originally made up my mind to never hunt again in this life. The body flowing with dragon blood was not that weak. In addition, the strength of this human body was extremely limited, and it did not require a lot of food to maintain it. In fact, it's not that I don't want to hunt, but it's simply not necessary.

But Uchiha Sasuke is different. His appearance undoubtedly dragged me into hell again. The aura on his body was like poison that I couldn't resist. This uncontrollable desire was like a basin of cold water that extinguished all my warm feelings. .

I am a dragon, there is no doubt about it.

Life is fragile, and so are human emotions. I can't control myself from imagining the scene of hunting that child, tearing open his flesh like sugar coating, licking the sweet blood that oozes from the wound, and even the time is up to go back. Before I died, I was the evil dragon entrenched underground, facing the same desolate scenery day after day, but the occasional taste of fresh flesh and blood was the only thing that made me happy besides the God-killing Plan.

But will Sakura cry? Sakura will definitely hate me.

Naturally, I don’t need to kill gods when God is gone. Until my mediocre life comes to an end, those seemingly aloof beings have not yet been pulled down from the altar by me.

Are gods really inviolable? This must be a lie... The dragon's body will not rot. They have been coveting my body for a long time. I think they must be happy under their selfless appearance.

Gods who claim to be pure also have desires. They are essentially selfish creatures, but why are they so evil that they can use that power as a matter of course, but I have to endure this pain again because of my own conscience.

But fortunately, the humans here are not that weak, and they will not die out of breath like the humans in my previous world. When I was two or three years old, I saw the first humans who could spit out fire. I don’t know if it was because my brain was not fully developed at the time, but I was frightened by the humans here.

I forced myself to swallow the burning sensation in my throat, the manic surge in my blood and my chaotic thoughts intertwined.

I leaned against a huge tree and looked up, gasping for breath. I put my hands over my eyes, and suddenly felt a cold and smooth touch. I looked at my hands as if I had just woken up from a dream, and dark black scales emerged from my fingertips. Started to spread to the forearm.

I think... I think so much that the dragon's blood is gradually devouring me. I don't know how long I can resist. I still don't want to hurt them, right?

Great Mesopotamia 1, I am a failed dragon, so I deserve to die.

The sharp claw stopped just a few centimeters from my heart, because I heard a voice:

"you…"

I turned around uncontrollably, my heart beating violently. I knew that I must be in a very embarrassed state, with my whole body covered in mud and water from fighting my instincts, my eyes red, and I was breathing heavily.

Then I met a pair of dark eyes.

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Mesopotamia: The name of a god who was the ancestor of dragons.