Zhu Minglang bit his own finger, and quickly drew a seal on the forehead of this little dragon cub. This seal was exactly the spiritual covenant, signing with this dying soul.
The little cub basically didn't have any rejection, and its internal organs were all torn apart, and it probably didn't have any resistance.
Its soul was bound together with Zhu Minglang under the signing of the spiritual covenant. After the success, Zhu Minglang immediately sent it into his own spiritual domain, allowing the spiritual energy in the spiritual domain to last for it. .
Doing so is actually very dangerous.
The little cub is a dying life. After the spiritual contract is signed, if it does not survive, it will be tantamount to the death of Zhu Minglang's dragon pet, and the spiritual contract will be broken.
Once the spiritual covenant is broken, it will hit Zhu Minglang hard, let him suffer the pain of soul trauma, this spiritual covenant will also be completely necrotic and cannot be repaired.
The broken spiritual covenant can no longer be signed with other dragons.
Zhu Minglang now only has three spirit promises.
Since one wants to become a dragon shepherd, it is a big taboo to lose an important spiritual contract in the process of growing up.
But there are some lives that glow with an indescribable brilliance, making it really hard for Zhu Minglang to ignore them.
Still did it.
Even if there are some sacrifices, Zhu Minglang hopes that the little cub in his arms can survive. It is so eager to stay in this world, even if most of its short life is torture and pain.
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It was already night, and Zhu Minglang felt that the old man should be in the Dragon Palace.
Flying to the Dragon Palace, Zhu Minglang opened the door, and saw the old gentleman lying on the wicker chair, drowsy.
"Mr. Wu, please help me save it." Without further ado, Zhu Minglang opened the spiritual domain and placed this little cub in front of Mr. Wu.
Old Mr. Wu was startled awake by Zhu Minglang's voice, and what caught his eyes was a bloody cub, whose bones were about to be broken, and looked so miserable that it was no different from a dog corpse on the roadside!
Mr. Wu's first reaction was to lay the cub flat, and then use his spiritual power to turn it into a small cloud as warm as hot spring steam to protect the little baby dragon cub, and then rubbed its bones right away, Allow blood to flow.
"Go to the Rehabilitation Pavilion, fill a barrel of healing spring water with a wooden barrel, come quickly!" Mr. Wu said to Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang didn't dare to delay, and immediately ran towards the convalescent pavilion.
After signing the spiritual covenant, the pain of the little dragon cub was also transmitted to Zhu Minglang's mind along the connection between the souls. Zhu Minglang only tasted less than one-tenth of the soul's feedback, and it was already a little unbearable.
With fetters and entanglements, Zhu Minglang didn't want the little dragon cub to die like this. He found the wooden barrel, filled it with healing spring water, and rushed back again.
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The night was getting darker. In the Dragon Chu Temple, small heads were curiously gathered around the stage. They looked at the little dragon cub lying on it in puzzlement, watched it open and close its eyes, and opened them again soon. open your eyes...
Finally, Mr. Wu wiped the sweat off his cheeks with a bloody cloth, and asked Zhu Minglang to pick up the cub and let its body be completely submerged in the wooden barrel filled with the healing spring.
"Fortunately, you came in time." Mr. Wu let out a long breath, and continued, "Otherwise, I'll go back to sleep."
"Can you survive?" Zhu Minglang looked at the little dragon cub who was in a complete coma and asked worriedly.
"Hmph, if you can send it to me, I can make it live if you are alive." Mr. Wu said.
"The first day I came to How to Train the Dragon Academy, I could see that you are always a god." Zhu Minglang praised sincerely.
"You are messing around too. A dying young dragon will die when it dies. Will there be fewer creatures dying in the big forest every day? The young dragon can't die, right? It almost ruined your own future!" Mr. Wu said in a serious tone, Zhu Minglang's behavior is very disapproved.
After understanding the situation, Mr. Wu really didn't know how to evaluate Zhu Minglang, a student.
Dragon Shepherd, the soul is very important. If you want to take a step forward, the spiritual contract must not be broken. It will not only affect a dragon, but also affect the growth of the Dragon Shepherd himself.
"It's also a special situation." Zhu Minglang said with a wry smile.
"You should watch the night tonight. I'll go back to sleep. By the way, you can settle the bill later. Liaoyang Pavilion is not an almshouse." Mr. Wu beat his waist and walked towards the outside of the Dragon Chu Palace.
Zhu Minglang hurriedly saluted and thanked him. He once again helped him a lot. It is of course duty-bound to watch the old man at night!
"Oh, do you know what breed it is?" Walking to the door, Mr. Wu appeared and suddenly turned around and said to Zhu Minglang.
"I don't know yet." Zhu Minglang replied.
"You, you don't know what kind of dragon it is, so you signed a spiritual contract... You are blessed, kid. After it wakes up, feed it some nanmu juice, just to regenerate emerald blood." Old Mr. Wu forced a smile.
"Isn't it the Dragon of the Green Forest or the Giant Forest Dragon?" Zhu Minglang asked in surprise.
"Much stronger."
After finishing speaking, the old man had already arrived at the door, and a few clingy young spirits followed the old man, but they were quickly snapped back by the old man.
Zhu Minglang bid farewell to him, and closed the door of the Dragon Chu Palace.
After patrolling around, the elves were still the same as before, noisy, or they would be screwed back to their nests and locked up, they would not be willing to sleep at all.
It was not until the middle of the night that the elves fell asleep completely, and at this time the Dragon Chu Hall finally became quiet.
Zhu Minglang walked to the wooden barrel, looked at the little cub, and wanted to see from it what Mr. Wu said was extraordinary, but when Zhu Minglang saw it, he looked like he was dripping with blood. Only when it fully recovers can you tell the difference.
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As winter began, crystal clear frost hung all over the Academy of Dragon Training. They hung on the leafless branches, scattered among the bushes, and covered the small courtyard.
Zhu Minglang stretched himself, and found that he was the first one to wake up today, and his classmates seemed to be still hiding under the covers, and even Li Shaoying, who was the most diligent, couldn't see him training the young ones there.
Zhu Minglang was also sleepy, but there was nothing he could do. He had a lot to do recently.
First of all, he had to go to the foundry early in the morning to practice all his basic skills, which could only be achieved with diligence and persistence.
Fortunately, after being promoted to a real dragon shepherd, Zhu Minglang's physique is much stronger than before, and finally he doesn't have to drag his sore and tired body around the painting boat every day to think about life.
Secondly, I still have a large amount of Dragon's Cave treasures on hand, so I have to find a suitable place to sell the stolen goods to make myself rich, so that I can buy more high-quality nectar for Xiaobai Qi, and also create the heavy armor I want !