Global Beast: My Dragon Soul Is Actually a Mole

[Growth series + non-travel + group portrait writing + partial suspense reasoning + no harem, no cool writing + no invincibility] Please enter with caution. «The global beast, my dragon soul is actually the inner ghost» also known as «Mo Ye Xingjin» The world has changed, everything has changed. They all said it was the end of the world, but I only heard one voice. An old, hungry voice awakening in my bones. It says that this is how everything is. But what they can't feel is that every time I close my eyes, I can see those cold dragon eyes overlooking me. It built a nest in my dreams, chewing on my memories, and I couldn't even tell whether the desire for blood came from outside the window or from the bottom of my heart. And I can only hear the sound of chewing. The sound of chewing the city, the sound of chewing civilization, the sound of chewing me. Who I am? Is it the audience listening to the doomsday bell, the meal of this feast, or... The hunger itself that is awakening? When the light of the blood moon stung again, I clutched my chest and said to myself. Don't look back. Don't admit it. Don't wake up. Warm reminder: The pace of the first fifteen chapters is slow, and the outline has been adjusted in time to speed up the pace. Please correct me if you have any questions. It's not easy to rub it by hand, so please give me some thanks. I hope my story can bring you a slightly different experience.