Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

The squally wind raised clouds and waves, and the sky was dark.

The wings of the dragon are like the shadows tearing the sky apart, and the thick black clouds are split by the sharp edges of the bone wings.

The black-robed wizard hides in the darkness created by the spell, and the horns of his robe are hunting in the wind.

He raised his head and looked in the direction where the dragon flew.

Sure enough, he was hooked.

The joy of victory spread from the depths of the heart, surging in the chest cavity, the corners of the mouth under the black robe were pulled up uncontrollably, and the eyes hidden in the darkness flashed with greedy dim light.

The thin, haggard fingers gripped the knotted and crooked staff, and the gems inlaid on the top of the staff were shining brightly.

The magic circle in front of it was specially built to subdue the dragon, and as long as it flies over the sky, it will be trapped in a trap.

At this time, the black robe mage slowly frowned.

In the distant sky, on the back of the black dragon, there was a completely different gorgeous color, which looked exceptionally abrupt.

He squinted his eyes, trying to see the existence on the back of the dragon in the distance in the gradually strong air current.

That is……

one person.

The black robe wizard was taken aback for a moment.

He stared at the dragon flying in the air, and raised his brows in confusion-dragons are arrogant creatures, and humans are like ants in their eyes. No dragon will bow its head easily. For them, dignity is more than life. important.

Dragon knights only exist in human imagination and myths.

At this moment, the black-robed wizard suddenly thought of something, his eyes widened in horror, and he stared at the human riding on the back of the giant dragon.

As the distance narrowed, he was finally able to see clearly--

That gorgeous, thin, cloud-like skirt folds, like the hair of the bright sun.

The black robe wizard's heart sank.

Oops.

Although the dragon has not yet reached the trap, the black-robed wizard already knows his planned defeat, and he turns around to try to escape-but before he can recite the spell, the dragon's breath has arrived. In front of my eyes, the ocean could almost be evaporated, and the distorted high temperature of the air ignited everything in sight, and in a flash, the gorgeous scarlet rose on the top of the mountain was swallowed in the blazing flames.

That was the absolute strength that made the entire continent tremble.

It is the terror suppression brought by the top predators, which makes people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Ge Xiu condescendingly looked down at a sea of ​​fire.

The wind rolled up his hair, and the scales under his body were cold and hard, dragging him firmly in the air.

His azure blue eyes reflected the dark clouds rolling beside him, like a gloomy undulating vast ocean. He leaned down, reached the ear of the dragon, pointed towards the distance, and commanded concisely:

"There."

The golden red vertical pupil of the giant dragon looked into the open space that Ge Xiu pointed to.

The next second, flames gushed out from his mouth.

In an instant, the golden-red fireworks tore the concealment technique there, and the black-robed wizard fell to the ground in embarrassment.

The corners of the dark robe were ignited by the fire, and he rolled awkwardly in the mud. The staff in his hand broke into two pieces in the flame, and fell to the ground with a cry.

A line of lightning flashed between the dark clouds above, illuminating the dark sky in an instant, rumbling thunder sounded, and ticking icy raindrops fell.

The black-robed wizard tried to extinguish the flames on his body, but the terrible dragon's breath could not be extinguished by external forces.

He had to tear off his robe and let it burn under his feet.

——He is an extremely thin man, his wrinkled face is full of deep gullies, the hair on top of his head is sparse, and he seems to have lived forever, his eyes are pitch black, his eyes are scarlet, and he is dry and thin. His body leaned slightly, like a handful of dry wood, looking half like a corpse, half like a human being.

At this moment, the black-robed wizard felt a dark shadow pressing down from the top of his head.

He looked up and saw the huge dragon descending slowly, and the air current raised by the huge wings made him almost unsteady, staggering and falling to the ground.

The dark scales of the dragon were shining with cold light, and a pair of golden-red vertical pupils stared at him coldly, and the scarlet lines slowly condensed from his chest, as if a hot breath was brewing.

The slender princess holds a shining silver sword and sits high on the back of the dragon.

Her short golden hair was waving in the gusty wind, her face was expressionless, and she stared condescendingly at the wizard who fell to the ground embarrassingly.

The skirt corners were lifted by the icy wind, and big raindrops fell drop by drop.

She is the first and last dragon knight among human beings.

"You, you can't kill me!" The wizard's voice was hoarse and stammered: "I know who burned your country! I know who your enemy is!"

Ge Xiu raised the corners of his lips and smiled brightly:

"I know too."

His voice suddenly cooled down, without any emotional fluctuations: "Burn him to death."

The golden-red lines spread upward along the gaps between the scales, winding from the dragon’s chest to his throat, and in the next second, pure to almost white flames spewed out from his mouth—the wizard pierced the lungs. His screams sounded in the flames, and his skinny figure twisted and deformed in the flames, and instantly turned into pitch-black coke. When the flames extinguished, they broke into powder and fell on the ground little by little.

Ge Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly.

He seemed to see something shiny in the wizard's bones.

Ge Xiu jumped off the dragon's back.

He came to the ashes and flicked it gently with the tip of the long sword, and something unexpected to him appeared in front of him.

A spar was lying quietly in the dark and dirty skeleton.

The smooth irregular surface gleams, reflecting the faint lightning that tears the sky overhead.

Ge Xiu bent down and picked up the spar from the ground-yes, that's right, it was indeed a spar.

It's no different from the last world.

He looked thoughtfully at the hard crystal in his hand. At this moment, he heard the dragon's voice sound from behind:

"Look at this."

Ge Xiu held the spar in his palm and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

The dragon has transformed into a human form.

He stood in front of the broken staff, his face with a cold outline was gloomy, and his golden-red eyes flashed with rare heaviness.

He bent down and picked up the gem once mounted on the top of the staff.

The edges of the gems are smooth and sharp, but they look particularly gloomy in the rain spreading overhead.

The rain is pouring down.

The pitch-black hair was wet and stuck wet on the pale marble face of the dragon. He raised his eyes to Ge Xiu:

"This is the heart of a young dragon."

After being killed and taken out, it contains the dragon's power and flames, which can give humans an extraordinary long life and the ability to create flames.

This wizard uses this as a tool to cast spells, and through the power it gives, he becomes a famous wizard who is well-known throughout the continent.

However, with the passage of time, the power inside was lost a little bit, and even unable to support the longevity provided to the wizard, so he was so eager to get a dragon heart again, the heart of an adult dragon, not only can Give him youth again and make him the most powerful existence in the entire continent.

Looking at the heart of the same race in his hand, the dragon's expression was a little sad.

Ge Xiu sighed.

He picked up the wet skirt that had been soaked in the heavy rain, and walked over slowly.

He raised his hand and rubbed the dragon's head:

"come over."

The dragon was stunned, raised his eyes and looked over, his eyes looked a little dazed under the torrential rain.

Ge Xiu looked away a little unnaturally, and opened his arms hesitantly.

The dragon fiercely raised his hand to hug the boy in front of him, and buried his wet head in the neck of the opponent. The tall and strong body confined the opponent forcefully between his arms and chest.

The wings on the back spread out, wrapping the two firmly.

The wings that cover the top of the head, whether it is rainstorm, lightning, or anything else, are strictly shielded from the outside. The inside of the wings is like a space independent of the world, isolated from the world, narrow and closed.

Ge Xiu paused, raised his hand, and patted the opponent's back lightly.

The dragon's voice was low and hoarse:

"Can I kiss you?"

The space inside the wings was silent.

——If the bodies of two people are not close to each other, the dragon can hardly perceive the subtle movements of each other when they nod their heads.

In the storm, before the lightning and flames.

They exchanged a short kiss in the pitch-black wings.

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The next day, the people of the Royal Palace of Franjon found that the dormitory where King Franjon lived was completely burnt overnight. His charred corpse was lying quietly in the center of the room, but other than that. Besides, other rooms in the palace were not even affected.

The heavy rain last night washed everything away, leaving no trace.

The cause of King Falan Lun's death is complicated and confusing, and there is hardly any reasonable explanation other than "God's condemnation".

The sky was cleansed by the rainstorm, a red sun slowly rose from the end of the ocean, the brilliant sun dispelled the haze, and the shimmering sea reflected thousands of broken gem fragments.

Ge Xiu was sitting at the top of the cliff, shaking his legs leisurely.

He looked at the spar in his palm in the sun.

Last night, when he saw it in the opponent's corpse, Ge Xiu had a vague idea about the cause of the world before him.

I'm afraid it's not that the people outside don't want him to return to the real world, but that they can't.

The spar in his hand illustrates this point.

This world was not created by those outside, but created by [he], so Ge ​​Xiu’s identity this time is not as tragic as before, so the rules of this world are so chaotic and fuzzy, most of them Books are self-contradictory-because it is not a carefully calculated and carved world, but a world built out of the ruins of the previous world forcibly, temporarily and independently.

——If his guess is correct, the group of people outside are trying to bring him back to reality.

And this improvised world will not last long.

Not far away, there was the flapping sound of the dragon's wings.

Ge Xiu looked up at the sky.

The dragon fell beside him.

He lowered his head and placed the fruits collected from a distance on Ge Xiu's knees, his face gently reflected in his lowered eyes:

"Next, where do you want to go?"

Ge Xiu tilted his head for a moment, and then asked:

"Do you want to know what is at the end of this sea?"

Before the world collapses, at least you can enjoy the carnival.