I Became an Anonymous Boss

The sad sigh of the old man guarding the tomb seemed to be heartbroken, but also like a wry smile.

...It's really too similar.

He was sentimental for a moment, and then said: "You will die."

Shirataki said lightly, "No."

The old man who guarded the tomb caressed Manzhu Shahua: "I can't win, so many people lost in the past, but now you are the only one, how can you win?"

Bai Taki sat cross-legged and said: "Some things, can't you do it, so you don't do it? If you don't do it, how do you know that you will lose?"

The young man clenched his fist, and the falling fist shook the ground slightly: "Everyone knows that I, Bai, have never been defeated in my life!"

The old man who guarded the tomb sat alone, sighing.

He couldn't convince the young man's stubbornness any more than he could stop her in the past.

Words are always weak.

Speechless.

Shirataki put his hands on his knees and was about to get up.

The old man guarding the tomb said in a low voice: "Are you really going out? Once you go out, there is really no turning back. The heavenly beings will kill you at all costs. They are afraid of the heavenly demons."

Bai Taki said flatly: "Before they make a move, I will fight back first, and it is better to strike first."

He got up slowly, his movements were slow, there was no heart-piercing roar, no earth-shattering roar, but his slow movements were like a giant lifting up the sky and the earth, this quiet Dragon Palace ushered in an unprecedented battle earthquake.

The scarlet manjusawa swayed and swayed in the turbulent wind pressure, and the scarlet petals were caught in the wind, soaring into the sky, like drops of blood scattered all over the sky.

The old man who guarded the tomb stared at this scene. The gossip formation suppressing gods and demons was enough to crush him for hundreds of years, but it took him less than half an hour to fully adapt to the weight. Thirteen days of small world.

Lifting the weight is light, as if there is only a layer of snow and a few goose feathers on the shoulders.

The beam of light from the gossip formation on Bai Taki's shoulder became brighter and brighter, as if it wanted to nail him back, but he was fucked instead. On this pillar of the universe, there were cracks spreading continuously.

Amidst the sound of Qiankun collapsing, the grave guard old man dressed in black like mourning stared quietly at Bai Taki, but remained motionless.

Shirataki said: "I have told you so much, not to delay time, but to think that you are not a wicked person, but a pitiful person."

The old man laughed at himself, with a sad smile: "Poor people must have something to hate, maybe I hate more."

Bai Taki whispered: "Get out of the way, I don't want to kill you."

The old man who guarded the tomb laughed: "At this point, what do you want to say? The kindness of a woman is hard to get..."

Bai Taki took half a step forward, with the Bana flower blooming in his left pupil: "Do you think you can stop me?"

The old man shook his head: "There is nothing to stop."

Bai Taki shouted loudly: "Then get out of the way! I will kill the heavenly people one by one. If you don't have the guts, just stay here and wait for me to take out their intestines and make them into ropes to wrap around their necks. A group of heavenly beings hanged on the dragon gate!"

The old man who guarded the tomb laughed.

Laughed all the vicissitudes.

It's been wrong from the start.

One wrong step, all wrong steps, and finally reduced to this point.

Knowing the result, but unable to accept it calmly, sitting here, how contradictory and ridiculous.

He still shook his head: "No."

The sound of dragon chant came from the sky, and among the blood-colored flowers in the sky, there was a shadow of a dormant dragon.

Bai Taki stared at the old man and said angrily, "You really think I won't kill you?"

The last dragon in the world smiled leisurely and said, "If you want to go there, kill me first."

In the collapse of heaven and earth, only at this moment is there a ray of silence.

Looking at each other without words, in silence.

Bai Taki raised his hand, the palm of which was like a knife, pierced his chest, blood splashed on the black clothes.

Dyeing the Bianhua flowers all over the place is more bright red.

Shirataki gritted his teeth: "Isn't it good to live well? I have to die..."

The old man guarding the tomb coughed up blood, but he was still smiling.

His hand rested lightly on Shirataki's shoulder, but his tone was so brisk, as if he was relieved from a heavy burden, and he couldn't hear the slightest pain.

"I should have died a long time ago, but I'm just lingering until now."

"I spend the rest of my life guarding this piece of ruins, waiting for those who can't come back."

"In the end, you still don't have the courage to face the heavenly beings. You insist on crushing Ling Xiao. Isn't that a kind of bitter irony to me?"

"Seeing you like this, can I still live brazenly?"

"As the last true dragon in the world, I failed to fight to the death in the Nine Heavens, and I failed to prevent the demise of the dragon clan. Watching them ravage the world, regret and pain are meaningless, even if you want to ask for death, you can't die, you can die, but you can't die in your own hands."

"If you don't want to, you can't."

He was probably really going to die, so he talked a lot.

"In my life, I haven't done any good or great things. Even if I become a real dragon, it's like trying to catch a duck to the shelves."

"Back then, following her behind, I only wanted to hold a thigh, eat and wait to die, but later on, the tide went up and the boat was gradually pushed to a high position."

"When I was young, I was as timid as a mouse, and what I was most afraid of was death, but I have lived to this day, but I have discovered that there are really many things in the world that are more terrifying than death."

"It's ironic to think about it..."

"Back then, there was a great sage of the monster race who called me the shame of a real dragon, hahahaha, it's really good to scold me..."

"I've done too many ridiculous things in my life. Before I die, I should be tough."

"The remaining energy... is all given to you, and you won't be able to take it away after you die."

"It's not a timely gift or icing on the cake."

"I thought that I would die of old age that day, and leave behind the real dragon's slough to benefit future generations. Now I don't have to think about the aftermath. The doors I built seem to be useless. It's a waste of effort... It's a waste of time In my life, before I die, I have to laugh at myself for always doing some useless work."

Shirataki looked at the old man.

He said: "It's not useless... The bronze door you left behind, and the Dragon Rest Barrier... are very useful, really."

In the world after a long, long time, those left behind guarded a large area of ​​the human world.

The old man was slightly taken aback, then smiled and rubbed the corners of his moist eyes.

"Is that so..."

"Even if it's comforting, I feel very comfortable listening to it."

"In the past, I couldn't do anything well, but not many people comforted me, saying that I looked forward and backward, and ran away when I was indecisive. Everyone laughed at me, but she never scolded me directly, and said that it was a loach. Well, I thought it was a consolation, but now that I think about it, it’s just scolding the dragon.”

His body began to gradually dissipate into golden spots of light, gradually becoming illusory and returning to nothingness.

"I'm going to meet those old friends of mine. It would be great if I could still hear their laughing and cursing... Now, I have the courage to meet them."

"Little guy, it's not easy for people to live, so..."

"Don't die."

The old man patted Shirataki's shoulder lightly, and walked by his side, like a boy for a moment.

People walked into the bloody sea of ​​flowers on the other side, and the golden light disappeared.

There are no more real dragons in the world.

Bai Taki stood in the sea of ​​flowers, raised his head, looked up at the Longmen in the distance, his heart was full of melancholy.

Soon, he suddenly noticed something trembling slightly.

After taking it out, it is an eye pupil.

Eyes of the Dragon.

[Dragon's eyes—the dragon's eyes retain certain memories from the ancient time, which are residual echoes of time, and can be crushed and used directly, but there is a high probability that the information obtained is incomplete, and you can also search for it. The trail of the dragon, returning to the place where the dragon is, can get a more complete echo]

This is where the dragon gate is, and this is also where the real dragon disappears.

There is no more suitable use than here.

Shirataki tossed this pupil lightly, it turned into a stream of light and entered the pupil of his right eye.

The left eye is as bright as blood, full of manjusawa, and the right eye is dark and deep, hiding the echo of a real dragon.

The Heavenly Demon let out a breath slowly, destroying all the gossips on the back of the universe, and the shadow of the Heavenly Demon's true form towered over the sky and roared at the bottom of the deep sea.

"Today is the day when the cage is destroyed, and it is also the day when the Dragon Gate will be seen again."

"It's a pity that such a good day has to be treated as a funeral."

The giant bluestone gate shook violently, and the bluestone on the surface peeled off layer by layer, revealing a true face that was as noble as Tianmen.

From the dragon gate came the dragon chant from ancient times, cleansing and releasing it, as if it wanted to vent out the long loneliness and anger that had been sealed in the sea.

With his back facing the dragon gate, Bai Taki raised his hands horizontally, and Tianmo Zhenxiang supported them, forcibly tearing a huge gap in the sea.

The golden door slowly rises from the sea.

The young man raised his hand to hold a Bana flower, and laughed at the sky.

"Rise up, Dragon Gate... welcome me to the sky!"

……

The vision of heaven and earth cannot be hidden.

The landscape of Longmen going out to sea is like rekindling the fire, it is too magnificent.

The blue-clothed Taoist priest who was collecting energy in the courtyard of Guanyinzong suddenly changed his expression. He suddenly realized something, and saw the sea break open, and the golden door soared into the sky.

The Taoist priest's expression was shocked, and he yelled 'No'.

The gossip in the hand changes greatly.

Suddenly there was a slight cracking sound.

With a click, a small stone rolled down the ground, making a series of slight clicks, and landed at the feet of the Taoist priest.

Taishang Daojun heard the movement of the stone, turned his head suddenly, and flicked the bullwhip in his hand, but before he could make a move, he was held by a hand.