"What do you want me to do?"

Sean looked at the satisfied dumplings, and he really couldn't afford to complain.

Men are strong on the outside, but they are vulnerable on the inside.

There is no doubt about this, in the thousands of years of history of Blue Star, Sean has deeply realized this from the words of his ancestors.

There are only tired oxen, and there is no rotten field.

After dozens of consecutive experiences of pregnancy, Sean was once again hollowed out.

I don't know if it's because the yellow dango didn't preemptively occupy Sean as agreed, and the cyan dango burrowed into Sean's body the moment the yellow dango came out.

I don't care about Sean at all, he has just experienced a tragic experience of "miserable", and the so-called line must be on, and if it doesn't work, it will be soft.

It was with this thought that the cyan dango fell into the arms of the man who was about to collapse.

Sean looked at the sky in despair, his heart aching, and he couldn't get up again.

When the cyan dumpling came out, Sean wanted to hug her, but he didn't have the strength to do it.

Very sad mood, the cyan danzi did too much to himself, Sean can understand, after reading that memory, is the world really so unfair?

In this world, dragons are probably the most undignified creatures alive.

Because ······

Want to be a brave living hero? Then go and slay the dragon!

Want an endless amount of money and status? Then go and slay the dragon!

Want to challenge yourself and push your limits? Then let's go and slay the dragon!

And the dragon has become the king of the blame in this world.

Since the First Continental War, dragons have become synonymous with evil.

Where something happens to a natural or man-made disaster, it's the dragon's fault, go and slay the dragon!

Which village was given details by bandits, that's the dragon's fault, go and slay the dragon!

The smoke of the war has begun to spread again, and it is still the dragon's fault, go and slay the dragon!

It was against this background that the cyan dango was born, her parents had already died in the First Continental War, and she didn't know how long she had spent as a dragon egg, and she didn't know where she was taken by the rest of the clansmen.

When she broke out of her shell, she saw not her parents, but a large pile of dragon eggs around her. Like her, they were all eggs left behind, and the Dragon Father and Dragon Mother died in the war or were killed by the enraged ones on the way to the migratory.

She broke out of her shell, looked at the empty cave, and instinctively told her to eat her own eggshell so that she could be born with enough nutrients.

When she bites into the eggshell, all the doubts in her mind about being born in this strange place are dispelled, leaving only the impression of deliciousness, which makes her unable to stop talking.

Click······

In the silent cavern, only the sound of her munching on eggshells was the sound of her.

A crisp sound interrupted her eating.

She looked at the place where the noise was made, and a dragon egg twice the size of her eggshell cracked.

She watched curiously as the creature was trying to get out, and as the crack grew larger, a red, slimy little dragon came out.

Does she look like this dragon?

She thought curiously, bending her long neck and grasping at her slender tail. After watching it, she was a little sad, her color was not good-looking, and the color of blue and black was always not as good as the bright red dragon.

He yelled at the little red dragon, wanting to make friends with this newborn little one. Unfortunately, the little red dragon bared its teeth and roared at her, warning her not to come closer, and his relatively young body blocked the eggshell that broke out of his shell, alerting her.

She couldn't understand why she was so fierce when she just wanted to be friends with the red dragon.

The little red dragon glared at her as he gnawed on the eggshell, let out a roar of rage, and then continued to nibble.

She stopped looking at the red dragon, maybe because she had done something wrong, so the red dragon was so angry.

Sitting down and continuing to swallow the remaining half of the eggshell, she felt that it didn't taste as delicious as it had been at the beginning, and her inner voice kept telling her that she had to finish it.

Eating slowly, I remembered whether I had done anything out of the ordinary after seeing the red dragon.

A figure sneaked closer, and when she swallowed the residue in her mouth and bit down again on the eggshell in front of her, she bit empty.

Looking up in confusion, he looked at what was going on.

The remaining eggshells were stolen by the red dragon, and they ran to the side and gnawed on them, leaving a lot of eggshell residue on the ground that flowed out of the red dragon's mouth.

The cyan dango was very angry, and the only thought in his mind was to kill the guy who stole his eggshell.

She rushed forward and bit down on the red dragon.

"Kill him, eat him !!"

There was only one thought left in her mind, biting the neck of the red dragon, but she found that she couldn't bite down, leaving only a faint circle of teeth marks on the scales of the red dragon.

Roar···

The red dragon clawed at one point, clutching the few remaining eggshells, and pressed the cyan ball on its body.

The other claw grabbed her throat and kept sending the remaining eggshells into her mouth.

She struggled feebly, unable to shake off the claw, which was not much bigger than hers.

She couldn't understand why she was so poor in strength when she was born first.

After eating the remaining eggshells, the red dragon turned his head to stare at the same kind that was crushed under him, and his saliva couldn't stop staying.

She struggled more and more, the eyes of the red dragon, she understood, he was going to tear off every piece of flesh from his body and swallow it into his stomach.

The countdown to life begins, and death is approaching. She felt it harder and harder to breathe, and she wanted to fall asleep.

The little red dragon looked at the "food" below him with satisfaction, and saw that she had given up the struggle and bit at her with her mouth open, and he couldn't wait to taste the food now.

The expected pain did not come, and the cyan danzi felt that his body was not as uncomfortable as before, and when he opened his eyes, he found a huge, pitch-black figure, carrying the red dragon that was overwhelmed on his body, and placed it in front of him to observe.

Soon.

The black dragon went out with the red dragon in satisfaction, and she couldn't forget the look the black dragon looked at her—the disgusted, garbage-like look.

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Of the tens of thousands of dragon eggs, less than a hundred of them were able to climb out of that dark cave after hatching.

Not only did she suspect that if she wasn't the first to break out of her shell, and that a pitch-black dragon had captured the red dragon, she would be one of the dragon's eggs buried deep underground.

After spending a long time in the outside world, her body is getting bigger and bigger, but it still can't compare to the dragons who are the same age as her.

When her eggshell is preyed upon by the red dragon, she is not destined to be the size of the age dragons.

The little red dragon, in particular, was more than three times her size.

After she came out of the cave, she had only seen the red dragon a few times.

The little red dragon followed closely behind the pitch-black dragon, triumphant, and he was also proud of his qualifications.

The dragon in the habitat, whenever it sees a dark dragon, will bow its proud head to show him respect and loyalty.

The name of the dark dragon is Nesario.

In the First Continental War, the dragon who achieved a proud victory.

After the dragon failed, on the migration path, it was also because of Nesario that he was able to retain the dragon's power as much as possible.

She didn't dare to ask the red dragon, nor did she dare to ask the red dragon for his excesses towards her.

With no power, she is just the weakest dragon in the tribe.

As a rule of thumb, she's only slightly older than the dragon-disgraced subspecies of dragons when she's an adult.

More than one dragon has proposed to kill or banish her, leaving behind a dragon that would bring shame on the dragons.

She waited quietly for the verdict to come, she had no choice, she was nothing more than a livestock to be slaughtered without enough strength.

In despair, she waited for a different light and darkness, and Nesario's daughter, Onexia, took her as a companion, and those opposing voices dissipated, and she was able to live safely in this hidden place.