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The abrupt slap interrupted the little golden dragon's madness. He opened his eyes, brimming with tears, and looked at Shen Yanxiao, who had an angry expression on her face.
"You want to die?" Shen Yanxiao narrowed her eyes. The tenderness within them faded away at this moment and they were now instead covered with coldness.
"What makes you think you can just kill yourself as you wish? Don't forget! Your mother exchanged herself to preserve your life! It was the dragons, loyal to your parents, that preserved your life! Your life has long not been your own; you do not have the right to end yourself. You must live, live for those dragons who made sacrifices to protect your life!" Shen Yanxiao stared at the shocked little golden dragon coldly, and her tone was extremely icy.
The little golden dragon looked at Shen Yanxiao. The shock in his heart had already covered the pain on his face.
This human girl had always been so gentle and amiable. From the first time he saw her, he felt a sense of familiarity in her body. Therefore he dared to sleep beside her, and that was the safest sleep he ever had since the day he escaped.
Today, for the first time, he saw another side of Shen Yanxiao.
Resolute and cold.
"Remember this, your life is no longer yours. Whether you live or die, it's not your decision anymore. You can't die, not until you get revenge for them!" Shen Yanxiao lifted the little golden dragon up, her half-squinted eyes filled with coldness as she uttered this word by word, as if to engrave each one in the little golden dragon's soul.
"I..." The little golden dragon looked at Shen Yanxiao in alarm. Such a Shen Yanxiao gave him a trace of fear.
"Your mother's enmity, as well as the enmity of those dragons who died to protect you, will all be settled by you. You can't die until Long Yan is dead and the undead have perished." Shen Yanxiao took a deep breath and threw the little golden dragon to Yang Xi, who was standing beside her.
Yang Xi quickly caught the little golden dragon.
"Remember, if you dare to have such a muddled idea again in the future, I will make you experience something uglier than death. If you don't want to take revenge with your own will, I can help you. I have a way to make you honestly do what I say. When you go to the north, you can ask Qian Yuan and others what the Summoner of mankind is." Shen Yanxiao looked icily at the little golden dragon, after which she walked forward to sit on the head of Vermillion Bird.
She feared that if she spoke more to the little idiot, she would not be able to restrain herself from casting a curse on him directly.
The little golden dragon could not die. The dragons had already sacrificed so much for him. He had accumulated so many sacrifices that he no longer had the right to end himself as he pleased.
He was going to live forever, even in hell; he could not give up.
Because his life no longer belonged to him alone anymore.
The little golden dragon stared at Shen Yanxiao's back blankly, and his tears congealed in the corners of his eyes.
"Sigh~" Yang Xi sighed softly. He took the frightened little golden dragon in his arms and sat down.
He seldom saw Shen Yanxiao angry. Only when her companions were threatened would she really be furious; otherwise, she was always smiling, as if she had no temper at all.
"She's being like that for your own good. Don't make her angry again." Yang Xi looked at the little golden dragon who had been like a frightened quail, and his heart could not bear it.
Because of the devil energy, the little golden dragon lost the power that an eight-winged golden dragon should have, and even his mind was like that of a child. His idea was very simple. He thought that as long as he died, everything would end. But he did not think that he was already carrying more than he had imagined.
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