Els Lip's first thought upon regaining consciousness was to avoid dying a second time. Since immortality could be achieved through magic in this world, that was his primary goal.

There are many paths to immortality. He doesn't want to be a servant of the gods, a puppet of the dead, or a spirit of the past... He wants to enjoy the pleasures of life as the strongest being, and he wants to become an immortal dragon.

Such a dragon does not exist; he needs to create one for himself, but this path is not easy.

Neon is hazy in the steam, and the shadow of the company lurks in it.

People are driven like zombies and are ignorant, but after I wake up, I will definitely turn around and take charge again.

No matter you face guns or swords, technology or spells, no matter whether your opponent is a living person or a ghost, in this world or on the other side...live towards death and gather darkness into light.

I used a punk song to cover them with a handful of soil.

The black clouds pressed on top, the electric snakes danced wildly, and the power of the heavens and the earth made the dragons unable to lift their heads. Only the heartless lich could look at the sky.

A golden light tore through the dome, and the space turbulence resembled a tornado with blades in it, violently ripping the dome open, opening the channel of the crystal wall. A metal object the size of a palm (ancient red dragon slap) jumped out, unstoppably launching a desperate charge towards the solid and heavy ground.

Zhao Mai held the steering wheel and cried loudly in the car: “I said I should buy a plane instead of driving!!”