Holy Dragon Totem

When he lowered his head, he could still see the nine kinds of physical tribulations on his body. The pain was so profound, but he could miraculously ignore it, as if it was a trivial matter.

Everything in front of him became clear, and he stared blankly at a huge pillar in front of him, which was the pillar of origin.

He seemed to be a passerby, looking at everything in front of him, and suddenly there was laughter. He looked around, and many people were laughing. Those people were a little strange, but they immediately became familiar.

"Sure enough, the prince is fifteen years old, but he still can't get his natal totem."

"Reduced to a mortal insect, haha."

"It's a shame for the Jiang Palace. King Zilin actually gave birth to such a waste. It's really retribution. This murderous devil really paid the price."

"It's still too early."

Jiang Zizai felt a little uncomfortable. He seemed to be a passerby, but those words made him so uncomfortable, as if his heart was dug out, displayed in the middle, and everyone spit on it.

"Mortal insect?" A nine-year-old child stuck out his tongue in front of him, looking proud, pointing at his head, and said: "See, my totem, are you envious? But you have no hope in your life."

It seems that he is a little envious.

In a trance, he saw the disappointed look in the woman's eyes, she did not show it, but patted his shoulder: "It's okay, go back."

But Jiang Zizai knew how disappointed she was. He felt uncomfortable for the second time. This feeling was very tragic. He wanted to watch all this, but the reality seemed not to be like this.

There was always a sword stabbing him.

He was confused, like a walking corpse, moving forward dully. One day he saw the boy, he looked at him with contempt, and said: "Mortal insect, are you still embarrassed to come out and embarrass yourself?"

"Monkey?" Jiang Zizai said two words in this body.

"Shut up." The young man slapped himself hard, and he was dizzy. He said: "From now on, if you call me like this again, I will beat you every time I see you."

Someone was laughing nearby, it seemed to be Jiang Junduo and others.

Jiang Zizai felt a little powerless. After all, he couldn't control his body. He was just watching a play, but the uncomfortable feeling seemed to be heartbreaking.

One time, it seemed to be the Qilin Club. He sat in the corner and watched the young man beat the heroes and became the first in the Qilin Club. The young man named Lu Dingxing beside him was directly disabled. His eyes were extremely miserable, but he had no choice.

Jiang Zizai's heart was hit by swords again, but this was just the beginning. Then it seemed that someone came back from Yanlongxu. He hid in the corner and watched his sister and mother being controlled by others, but he was powerless. The despair was like falling into the deep sea, unable to breathe, and like hanging himself. He wanted to roar, but found that his throat was hoarse.

He could only hide and watch them being ridiculed, as if the man named Jiang Junxie was going to marry his sister directly, and the wedding date had been set, and his mother had nothing to say.

He searched in despair, because he vaguely remembered that the beautiful woman might appear, and she would definitely take him out of the sea of ​​suffering. That time he met her, she passed by him, and Jiang Zizai stood in front of her with difficulty. At that moment, she actually looked at him coldly and then passed by.

When Jiang Zizai chased her, he was slapped away by her. When he got up, she was gone. He vaguely remembered that Jiuxian seemed to say something when she left.

"Where did this waste come from? How dare you block my way?"

In this way, Jiang Zizai lost her from then on. He was still sinking in the sea of ​​despair, sinking to the endless depths, suffocating in despair all the time, and couldn't die even if he wanted to.

He walked forward like a corpse. Not long after, her sister got married. On the night after the wedding, before the groom entered, she hanged herself in the bridal chamber and was burned directly by a fire. She didn't even have time to see her corpse.

It was as if his mother was crying. Countless such scenes piled up together. He felt the sea all over his body, as if there was water all around him, just like a sea of ​​suffering.

"Is it not over yet?"

Life seems to have no meaning. He keeps drinking the water of the sea of ​​suffering. Is there an end to despair? Living like this will only lead to endless disasters.

That day, he stood on the Huangwu Gate of Yanlongxu, mixed with some people in the market, and watched a young man named Jiang Junjian being pushed out. Then, under the hand of Nangong Que, the head fell to the ground. His head rolled several times, and his eyes suddenly saw Jiang Zizai on the Huangwu Gate. He smiled, but Jiang Zizai's feet were shaking. He wanted to scream, but his throat seemed to be stuck and he couldn't make any sound at all.

His body was in great pain. He looked down and found that there were flames, thunder, ice, storms, and lightning on his body. These things engulfed his body and kept biting him, like nine wild beasts.

In the pain, someone suddenly appeared. Jiang Zizai looked and found that it was a man and a woman. He was so familiar with them. Aren’t they his parents? Has he finally appeared?

It was a great battle. The Flame Dragon Emperor and the princes and ministers fought against the couple. The battle was very tragic. Jiang Zizai longed for victory and longed for the injustice of the desolate pass to be redressed, but the result did not develop as he expected.

It seems that my father was not what he imagined. He was defeated. He knelt before the Yanlong Emperor in front of everyone and admitted that he had indeed accepted the benefits of Xia Ming Kingdom, betrayed the Yanlong Dynasty, and killed hundreds of thousands of people. It was himself. A worthy death.

In grief and anger, the Yanlong Emperor killed his brothers himself, as if his mother had committed suicide beside him, and everything was dead.

But the common people clapped their hands and applauded. For a moment, the applause was like thunder, and like a violent storm of blades, Jiang Zizai was pierced through the heart by ten thousand swords.

"I remember that my brother has a son. Is he nearby?"

Someone recognized Jiang Zizai and sent him to the Yanlong Emperor. Jiang Zizai looked at this man with a pale face.

"You are young and owe money, so you are not guilty, but it is a pity that you do not have a totem. Otherwise, I would have made you the new Zilin King. Now I can only give you a title and enjoy eternal salary. Go back."

Is this a reward?

"If I were you, I'd forget about committing suicide." Suddenly a girl spoke in front of her. She seemed to be Wei'er, but her eyes were so cold. She stared at herself again and said: "A complete waste, a useless mortal." Zhong, the whole family is a sinner, and now they are all dead. What’s the point of living now that you are the only one left? I’ll give you a knife and commit suicide.”

She handed a blade to Jiang Zizai with a smile on her face.

"Life is so miserable, death is the only relief. You are destined to be guilty in this life. Let's see if you are lucky in the next life. Don't be born into such a sinful family." The girl who had always played with him.