"Should I kill him to silence him?" This thought suddenly sprang into Li Mu Yang's mind.
However, he quickly cast this unrealistic idea out of his head.
Qian Du was his good friend, someone who had helped him time and again. How could he possibly hurt her?
Only then did Li Mu Yang realize that, in that fleeting moment, he had actually been influenced by the old dragon's emotions and personality. Dragons were lustful by nature and violent-tempered. When a divine dragon flew into a rage, Blazing Fire Destroys City.
That dragon was also far more pragmatic—a pure egoist. In his world, anything unfavorable to him could simply be killed. It was not as though it were some earth-shaking matter.
It was only a human life. To the lofty dragonkind, it was truly beneath notice.
Li Mu Yang was gentle and kind by nature. Let alone killing a person—even killing a chicken made him hesitate for a long while, all the while muttering, "Little chicken, little chicken, don't blame me. Go early this year and come early next year." How could he ever casually think of killing someone?
Qian Du had not said it outright, so Li Mu Yang continued pretending to be foolish.
"Of course we're the same kind of people," Li Mu Yang said aloud. "Can people even be divided into several kinds?"
Qian Du gave Li Mu Yang a meaningful look and said, "Now isn't the time to talk about that."
She glanced up at the summit of Flaming Mountain, which was still spewing flames, and said, "I'll go up and take a look. You wait here."
"No." Li Mu Yang refused. "If we're going up, we go together. If we're leaving, we leave together. How can I let you go up alone while I wait down