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After finishing this cruel thing of throwing off the cliff, the cold-blooded little dragon staggered back to its soft nest, and it seemed that after the whole nest was its own, it could sleep more peacefully.
After witnessing the whole process, Zhu Minglang couldn't help sighing.
Originally, he planned to steal this young dragon, but when he thought about its cold-bloodedness and despicableness, he suddenly lost the slightest interest.
Silently waiting for the vulture to hide in the pine tree, Zhu Minglang realized that he seemed to have created a perfect criminal environment for the little beast, and the vulture did not witness this scene.
It is estimated that when the dragon mother comes back, it can still rely on these cliff eagles, because they are not optimistic about the little dragon cubs.
Zhu Minglang didn't stay long, it took advantage of the strong wind and slid down from the top of the cliff along the vines, intending to leave this Dragon Cliff as soon as possible.
As soon as it landed, one after another faint barking sounded from the thorns, like a wounded puppy, Zhu Minglang realized that the dragon cub seemed to be thrown down here just now...
Didn't fall to his death?
Zhu Minglang raised his head and glanced at the fallen vines, and then at the thornbush.
After all, he couldn't bear it anymore, Zhu Minglang walked up quickly, pushed through the thorn bushes, and saw the little dragon cub covered in injuries at a glance.
The skin on its body is still very tender, and its body is about the size of a puppy. It is estimated that its bones are still very soft. After falling from such a high place, it did not die immediately, but struggled painfully among the thorny thorns.
The bushes of thorns gave it some buffer, so that it did not die immediately, but it also pierced its delicate body fiercely, making it more painful before dying...
Seeing the horrible appearance of this dragon cub, Zhu Minglang's heart softened a little.
"I'll save you, it's up to you whether you survive." Zhu Minglang said softly to the dragon cub.
Zhu Minglang asked Xiaobaiqi to freeze those thorns, and at the same time relied on Baiqi's frost to slightly stop the bloody wound of the forest dragon cub.
He carefully lifted it out of the thorn bushes. For some reason, Zhu Minglang felt that this little creature would fall apart at any moment. When it fell from such a high place, many bones inside must have been broken, and those broken bones pierced into the body. Here, another torture!
It stands to reason that this kind of pain is not something a little cub can bear, but this cub clenched its newly erupted teeth, and there was a bit of unwillingness in those small eyes!
It doesn't want to die like this.
It longs to live.
In the past, seeing such a creature struggling in pain, Zhu Minglang felt that the most empathetic kindness was to pierce it's vitals with a sword and let it be completely liberated.
In fact, Zhu Minglang wanted to help the little cub get rid of it, because just looking at its deformed and bloody body is heart-wrenching!
Taking off his clothes, Zhu Minglang wrapped the little cub softly and hung it on his chest. Zhu Minglang grabbed Bai Qi's hind paw and flew towards the Dragon Training Academy.
The wound has only been treated extremely roughly, and those medicines actually don't have much effect, but prolong the pain before death. Zhu Minglang feels that it won't be able to persist in the convalescent pavilion...
Soaring above Ye Hai, the sky was still gloomy. The Bingchen White Dragon flapped its wings, but it was still too small to fly under the wind.
Blood seeped out along Zhu Minglang's clothes, and the little cub stopped moaning in pain. Zhu Minglang looked down at the little cub, thinking that it had no signs of life.
But Zhu Minglang saw its eyes.
The green vertical pupils were still unwilling to close, obviously full of pain, but they did not loosen their teeth no matter what.
Living in such pain, why don't you give up, even though you are still so young
Another world may be more beautiful than this one.
"Bai Qi, can you go faster?" Zhu Minglang asked.
The Bingchen White Dragon waved its wings, and a gust of wind blew over the forest, blowing all the trees like seaweed in the waves.
Stepping on this gust of wind, the Bingchen White Dragon flew even faster, and soon its white dragon shadow appeared at the end of the ancient pine forest. Through the fir forest, you should be able to see the plain and the Lichuan River.
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On the cliff, a giant dragon covered with moss slowly landed on the top of the cliff.
Standing on this high place, a white figure in the distance was reflected in the huge pupils of the giant forest dragon, and they were gradually leaving.
"Babbling!!!!!!"
The vultures who were belatedly realized that the treasury had been looted, and the young dragon was also taken away by the thief. For a while, all the vultures hovered over the cliff in fear. They were looking for the scent in mid-air, preparing to chase the Stealer!
"Roar!!!!" The giant forest dragon roared, and all the vultures rushed into the canopy of the tree in fright, not daring to make any more noise.
Hiding on the branches, the vultures trembled, fearing that the forest dragon mother would kill all of them.
At the feet of the giant forest dragon, the young dragon came over and let out a very soft cry as if it was being coquettish.
The giant forest dragon looked down, opened its mouth, and spat out a piece of animal meat kept in its stomach.
The young forest dragon let out an excited cry, and jumped on the piece of animal meat. Without a contender, it no longer had to gobble it up like before. It could slowly wait for the meat to melt in its throat before swallowing it into its stomach.
Mother Long looked at the bite mark on the young dragon's forehead, then at the white figure that was gradually going away, but finally did not chase after it.
It slowly sank its body into the empty dragon pit, and slowly closed its eyes...
Not long after, the hungry young dragon came over. The forest dragon didn't open its eyes, but raised its wings, wrapping the young dragon under its wooden wings.
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After crossing the forest, plains and rivers appeared in front of my eyes.
The little cub wrapped in Zhu Minglang's clothes was getting weaker and weaker. It stared very hard at Zhu Minglang.
"What are you doing?"
Zhu Minglang looked into its young eyes, unable to feel the anger in its heart, as if saying goodbye to a stranger like himself, with a bit of reluctance and gratitude.
It can't hold on anymore.
Although it works very hard.
The injury was too severe.
Without the thornbush, it would die in an instant, and its life would be relieved.
But that bush of thorns, let it stay in this world for a while.
This short meeting made the young one suffer a lot!
If there is an afterlife, don't come here.
"Oh, I don't know if this method will work, come to my spiritual domain." Zhu Minglang was still not so optimistic after all.
Since they met, it was considered fate.