[Comprehensive Fairy Tale] The Lord God ruined my childhood!

No matter how hard he tried to recall, the black dragon found that he could not recall any relevant details at all. Soon, whether Arthur used this measuring cup for experiments gradually became blurred.No!As long as you have the real thing in hand, this fact can be proved!

He regained consciousness and wanted to grab the measuring cup, but the place where the measuring cup was placed before became nothingness.

nothing left.

The black dragon realized something, he turned around suddenly, trying to gather the things used by Arthur as fast as possible, but there was a force in the dark that was always ahead of him, whether it was utensils, clothes or books, all emitted a little bit of light. Light.They are withering, gradually becoming transparent, and then flickering a few times like an unstable current, before disappearing completely.

A strong wind blew up in the small valley, and in the sound of howling wind, the warm memory in the black dragon's mind was gradually pulled out. He roared against the strong wind of cause and effect, and refused to hand over his memory.

What is this for?What is this for? !What is to be taken from him? ! !

The small valley has become empty, more power has been transferred to besiege the black dragon, and the gap in memory is getting bigger and bigger. If this continues, he can't keep anything!The black dragon switched modes and flapped its wings to take off. A little further away from here might give him a chance to breathe.

Whoever tried to take Arthur from him...

impossible!

Bailong escaped from the solution, this is his new life, even though he has long been conscious and even able to perceive the outside world, he still attaches great importance to this day.

Like all creatures, he has a passionate admiration for his Creator, and if possible he would like his Creator to be by his side on this fateful day.

……nobody.

It took only a few breaths for the solution on his body to completely evaporate from the ticking at the beginning. Bai Long was disappointed, but he still pulled himself together and wanted to find his creator.What will the first sentence say?What kind of name will you give him?A series of questions swelled and clamored in Bailong's heart, emitting a faint herbaceous aroma from the solution.

He walked through the long corridor, and at first he was able to walk dignifiedly, but then he couldn't hold back and started running. The distance from the back hall to the front hall seemed to be too long. He stopped in front of the door, opened the door carefully, and observed with his head.

He just... well... wanted to surprise the creator a little.

Bailong first saw the creator's back, and his mood suddenly became excited. The figure sitting on the throne already had the outline of a young man. The shadow of a god has been faintly outlined.

The gods are looking at a screen of light, which reflects a dark cave. What doesn't match the rough environment is the mountain of gold and gems inside. The gems are all purple cat's eyes, and the black dragon hovers over this massive treasure. , tearing off his scales frantically.

The beautiful black scales splashed down like raindrops, and with the dragon blood pouring out one after another, the black dragon dipped its own blood and carved words on the rock wall, word by word.Looking around, there are countless repeated phrases covering the entire cave, from the sides to the ceiling. These letterings make harsh sounds as if they were being burned violently. The dragon blood inside seems to be fuel. When the dragon blood is exhausted, The word would disappear from the rock face without leaving a trace.

【Arthur. 】The black dragon engraved it with its claws,【Arthur Arthur Arthur Arthur Arthur Arthur! 】

The god's hand on the throne slowly lifted, his body trembled slightly, and the white dragon seemed to hear a metallic sound of unsheathing.

【most important……】

【I will be angry... I want to show my belly...】

【like to eat……】

【While sleeping...】

Black Dragon's writing became slower and slower, and he even had to think for a long time before he could barely write down something.However, even so desperately engraving, it is not as fast as the speed of forgetting. Even, the handwriting he engraved was quickly erased by force.

When the speed of lettering was extremely slow, the black dragon stopped moving.

He thought for a long time, and this time the action of lettering was like a sweet and sad sigh.

【……I love him. 】

A flower of blood exploded on the body of the god, and the white dragon ran out in horror, "How are you?! You..."

The rest of the words were stuck in his throat, Bailong took two steps back, he was now in front of his creator, who was holding a dagger, and had just finished self-mutilation.

The pupil of the god was seeping blood, but the lens was as round as ever. The blood dripped onto the front of the god, and a bright flower bloomed.

"I hate it so much..." These were the first words the creator heard after the birth of the white dragon.

The trembling of the god did not stop, he stood up slowly, took two steps forward aimlessly, and finally hesitated in place.He can't seem to go anywhere but the temple.

He looked up at the light screen, and the black dragon wandered inside for a while. The inscriptions on the rock wall were disappearing at an astonishing speed, and finally there was nothing left.The last engraved "I love him" ignited a raging fire, and in the flames, the characters were distorted and withered, completely shattered and disappeared.

"I was deceived..." the god whispered, "What do you say that you will be happy when you see it, and you will be warm when you touch it..."

"Why do I only feel pain when I see him!!!"

As if awakened from a long dream, the black dragon first wondered about the bloody wounds on his body, and then looked at the mountains of gold and gemstones piled up under his feet. The color of purple and gold was light and romantic, and he felt a pain in his heart when he looked at it.

There was nothing in his mind, nothing in his heart, the inexplicable burnout made him not want to think about anything, he didn't want to do anything, it seemed that being alive was already an unbearable thing.

Should he go back to the Dragon Clan?What is there to go back to that kind of place?His brothers and sisters are extremely difficult to get along with, especially Jin Long, who is always full of exuberant jealousy towards him.

No matter what you say, Jinlong's message flew over, and a cold voice came.

"We are going to determine the council system. I intend to recommend you as the judge. Come back soon."

don't go.The black dragon lay on the pile of gold, holding a gemstone in its claws to play with.

Jinlong's message flew back after a while, "This is what the gods want, whether you want it or not, you must obey it!"

Heilong got up subconsciously. After making this action, he felt that he seemed a little cowardly, and he seemed to be obedient, which made him very unhappy. Why should he obey the meaning of that god? He... is a god anyway. He should respect it.

The black dragon rushed back to the Dragon Clan's camp at the fastest speed. This huge valley was the paradise of the Dragon Clan. It used to embrace a small valley, but it was completely destroyed by a fire in a certain year. It's a pity to think about it.

Arriving at Jinlong's camp, the young patriarch was already waiting inside, reviewing the daily official documents, even if the black dragon came, he would not look sideways and concentrate on the work at hand.

Just when the black dragon was bored, the golden dragon said right on time, "Sarks, you are one of the judges convicted of the crime of [jealousy], and the other is a mixed race. This is for relative fairness. The special envoy will come over this afternoon , to explain the Council system in detail. Also, if you have been too idle recently to the point of self-harm, it is the most suitable job for you to open up the sea route between the worlds and crash into them quickly."

Three sentences, three things, crisp and clear, this is Jinlong's consistent style.

Sarks narrowed his eyes, "I know about the council, what do you mean by your tone? Forget it, I'm not in the mood to argue with you now, but your tone when you mentioned opening up the route..."

"It's almost like the world has a grudge against you, and you are waiting for an opportunity to retaliate."

Jin Long was noncommittal, his golden pupils raised up, and a trace of haze hovered in his eyes.

"The world is controlled by the dragons, and they are inferior! And we, the dragons, use force against the inferior existence, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Sarks applauded face-saving, "You are indeed annoying, but I appreciate this assertion."

He immediately turned around and was about to leave. Being in the same room with Jin Long really challenged his patience limit, and when he was about to go out, Jin Long casually gave him some advice.

"Go to the green dragon to get the medicine."

After explaining the specific process of the council to the dragon clan, the white dragon Melville returned to the temple suspended in time and space without a second's pause.It was still as cold and silent as usual. In the huge palace, only the sound of gears twisting behind the throne could be heard.

Melville hurried to the throne, knelt down on one knee, "Master, I'm back."

The god didn't move at all, and after a long while, he slowly raised his eyes to look at him, and replied wearily.

"Well, just come back."

"...Are you still emotionally stable today? Did you... stab yourself again?" Melville asked cautiously, getting a shake of his head.

"That's good. I'm going to change clothes. Please wait a moment." Melville heaved a sigh of relief, hurriedly changed into clean clothes, and then turned around immediately, still kneeling respectfully in front of the throne.

"The Dragon Clan has no objection to the whole process, but the construction of the council residence will take time..." Melville briefly reported the relevant affairs. Although he felt that the master should have understood it, he still couldn't help reporting it seriously. Maximize the time you spend together.

"Mel has worked hard..." Shenming looked at Bailong who was still a child, and sighed, "Let's go to the back, do you still want to hear the story today?"

This is a pleasant surprise!Melville nodded with shining eyes, tentatively held the hand of the god, and the two returned to the apse together.

"Let's tell the story of the butterfly today. It may not be finished. It counts as far as it goes." The god leaned on a recliner, and Melville sat beside him. Rubbed a few times.

"There was a big butterfly and a little butterfly, the little butterfly was not yet a little butterfly, but a caterpillar who knew nothing, and they lived together in a big garden. In this garden there was one and only The controller of the garden is a child, he has the most powerful power in the entire garden, he can control the flowers to bloom and fall, and the birds to come and go, as long as he is in this garden, the child can do anything."

"One day, he saw a big butterfly and was amazed by its beauty, so he said: Come and work for me, and I will give you strength second only to mine."

"The big butterfly agreed. He worked diligently and never made mistakes. One day, the wind became very cool, and the child stood at the window and said to the big butterfly: Autumn is here. This is a different season. Butterflies are needed like spring and summer, so die and welcome a new season."

"Yes, he should die and usher in a new season. The big butterfly has a clear understanding of everything, so he agreed to this request again, although he has fallen in love with this beautiful garden in the process of working. He chose And die in the arms of the garden when the wind is cooler."

"The seasons turn, autumn and winter pass, and the spring full of vitality comes again. The child begins to feel that there is something missing in the garden. He finds the little butterfly and says the same words as before. He promises great power and asks the little butterfly to work for him."

"Little Butterfly was reluctant. He said that he fell in love with the little bird in the garden. If he worked for the children, their status would become very different and their relationship would become estranged. The little bird and other friends would gradually forget about him. He doesn't want to."

"The child said forcefully: I have given you my power, if you are not willing to work for me, I will manipulate you to work for me, which one do you choose?"

"Little Butterfly had to agree, and he worked diligently. Sure enough, the little bird and other friends in the garden forgot him. In this sadness, the cool wind came to the garden again, and Xiaodie A child asks the little butterfly to die as he asks the big butterfly."

"Little Butterfly said... said..." God's narration stopped, and he frowned slightly, showing an apologetic expression.

"Mel, I'm sorry, I can't remember how this story ended, but I can continue when I remember, okay?"

Although Melville was fascinated, he still nodded obediently. He couldn't help asking, "Master, is this a fairy tale?"

The god tilted his head, but did not answer.