The last dragon ever

Chapter 421 Small Totem Picture
I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude: "Thank you, Wizard Yun."

Yang Luyun smiled: "Thank me for what? It's Xiaotu who likes you very much. It always wants you to know its existence. It believes in you, so it connects with you... Not all totems will be with it. The host's mind is connected."

"not all?"

"Well! It's hard to say this kind of thing. First of all, your totem must like you, trust you, and want you to feel its existence; the other, you will accept it sincerely, you will not hate it, and you will not reject it. ..."

Moscalin couldn't help thinking: what about his elder brother?His elder brother didn't activate the totem in the Dragon Palace, so he didn't know the existence of the totem. Did he never have the chance to feel this wonderful feeling in his life?

It was raining, dripping and dripping.

This is a city tens of thousands of miles away from Gem City, dark and strange.

Mosdell was in a dark room, standing in front of the window, looking at the rain outside the window with distant eyes.

He didn't know if he missed the days of Gemstone City, maybe he did.

At that time, he was young, impulsive, and took everything for granted.

His father's sternness and strong desire for control made him feel stressed and felt like he couldn't breathe.He just wanted some freedom, and he didn't want to be stared at by his father like a prisoner in prison.

Since childhood, he has been forced to learn this and cannot do this or that.

He is like a puppet, controlled by his father, unable to have any thoughts, anything he wants to do.

He felt that he was going crazy, he didn't want this kind of life, as long as he thought that he would live like this for the rest of his life, he felt very hopeless.

Therefore, he "rebelled" and resisted.

In the beginning, he didn't even think about leaving that home, but just showed his father that he didn't want to believe in the Dragon God.

In this life, don't even try to make him believe in it!

That cold clay statue is a god they imagined, it has no function at all, and it will not respond to their prayers.

"Father, what's the use of worshiping that fake thing? It's a waste of time to spend so much money and energy every day on this meaningless thing."

"I don't understand at all. You clearly know it's a fake, why do you still do this kind of thing? You can just do it yourself, and bring so many people to do it. Your descendants..."

"What's the point of that?"

However, he didn't expect his father's reaction to be so big, he not only accused him, but even slapped him across the face.

At that moment, he felt that his world was broken.

"If you don't believe in the Dragon God, then I won't recognize your son!"

He raised his head angrily, staring at the father who in his opinion was comparable to the iron-blooded gangster, and shouted: "If you don't admit it, then you won't. I still don't want to recognize you as a father."

"Well, since you don't want to recognize me as a father, get the hell out of here."

He really rolled out, took his clothes, and the backpack that he usually carried very much, and walked out of the house.

When he walked into the yard, he was stunned for a moment.Because he didn't expect his younger brother to stand there. The younger brother, who was only a few years old, was in a daze. He didn't know if he was frightened by the quarrel between him and his father. He stared at him blankly: "Brother..."

He originally wanted to say something, but thought that he had already fallen out with his father, and it would be bad for him if he had too much involvement with his younger brother, so he hesitated for a while, then left without saying anything.

Looking back now, he actually regretted it a bit.

That was his younger brother who was born under his watch and raised with his own hands.Once, he had so much expectation for the birth of his younger brother.Since he was a child, he saw that other people's families had brothers and sisters, but he himself did not.

He also asked his mother why he doesn't have any older siblings, or younger siblings?
His mother told him with a sad face that because his mother was not in good health, she couldn't give birth to younger brothers and sisters for him.

He was a little sad, thinking that there would be no younger siblings in this life, but he didn't want to wait until he was ten years old, when his mother became pregnant again, and pleasantly told him that he might have younger brothers and younger sisters.

At that time, he was so looking forward to it.

I don't know, how is Moscaline doing now?
Apart from being controlled by his father, everything else should be fine, right?As a younger brother, he had a happy childhood because he had an older brother on his head.After all, at that time, as the eldest son, he took care of everything, and the younger brother only needed to grow up happily.

Then he "run away from home", so all the responsibilities of the family fell on the younger brother, right?
I don't know, did my brother resent him?

Now that my younger brother is an adult, I don’t know if he is as "rebellious" as he was back then, wanting to get out of his father's "control" and yearning for freedom?
Longing for freedom is good, but I don't know if my younger brother chose to "run away from home" like him, or...

Hope, not like him!
Mosdel reached out and touched his own shoulder.He felt something move in his back.

He didn't know what it was. Not long after he left home, he got into a fight with someone because he was penniless, and was slightly injured. When he almost died of a fever on the street, there was such a thing on his back.

It is chubby, the whole body is dark or light orange, the front legs are two big claws are relatively short, and the hind legs are long, which looks a bit like a dinosaur.

It doesn't seem to be the same all the time, it's lighter in color at first, and it doesn't have wings on its back, which grow later.

Because it grows on the back, it is not easy to observe, so he takes a photo every day, records it, and makes a comparison.

He found - it has been growing.Although the size on its back didn't seem to have changed much, the color of its body became darker, the scales on its back became sharper, its claws became stronger, and its aura grew stronger.

it is……

"Dragon God?!" When he looked at the things behind him in the mirror and this thought flashed through his mind, he was full of disbelief.

How can it be?

Didn't it mean that everything is fake? How did it appear?
Mosdel is no fool.Since he was a child, he has never had any tattoos on his body. If there are any, the tattoos are dead and impossible to move.But it obviously keeps growing every once in a while.

Which tattoo can grow up, show him one.

"So, is there really a Dragon God in this world?"

But why hadn't he seen it before, and hadn't appeared until now?

Thinking back to what happened before, he got into a fight with someone, got a little bit injured, passed out in the alley, and then it rained again, his whole body was so high that he didn't know anything...

In other words, only when his life is in danger, will the totem behind him appear?
Was it the Dragon God who saved him?

(End of this chapter)