Dragon: Dragon Realm

Gudu Gudu...

Finger was awakened by an inexplicable sound, or more accurately, by a strange smell.

That smell...

It is an inexplicable smell that I have never heard of before, but it is very attractive to dragons.

Finger slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a large, gray-white metal container. Below the container was a magic array with red light.

A hot breath emanated from the metal container.

The strange fragrance that 땤 awakened 놛 before also wafted from the metal container.

Gu~~~

A strange sound sounded from under Finger's body, and his eyes that were originally empty and numb subconsciously dodge.

"You're awake!"

Fenger's eyes narrowed and he looked in the direction of the sound, only to see the strange silver dragon throwing pieces of plant roots into the metal container.

I was stunned for a moment, and for the first time I became curious about something.

The first time was when I was just born, I was curious about the world, and then that curiosity was torn into pieces again and again in an extremely cruel way.

Thinking about this, Finger's eyes became empty again.

My heart is already dead, so there is no need to be curious about anything.

Witte looked at the black dragon cub who turned around, smiled, and then said in a rather seductive voice: "Do you know what I am doing?"

Having said that, Werther did not expect the other party to respond.

For 놛, who picked up Antavanna when he was a young dragon, he is very familiar with how a wild 늌꾫 dragon will react when faced with a strange dragon.

Therefore, Werther continued: "See, these things can make the flavor of the meat more intense. After a while, I will pour the soup in this pot into your belly while you are still alive.

The marinating of 놘内누늌 will completely bring out the aroma of the meat in you.

At that moment, as soon as I took a bite, the fragrant juice exploded in my cavity...

Tsk tsk!

Just thinking about it makes me water! "

After saying that, Witte looked at the black dragon cub expectantly, but saw that the other party just looked at it expressionlessly, his eyes dull.

Werther was stunned for a moment, wouldn't he be so frightened?

With this thought in his mind, Werther pulled out a large spoon from the reverse scale space, then put it into the pot and stirred it.

"Well, that's almost it!"

After muttering to himself, Werther fished out a large dragon animal leg from inside.

"Before the main meal, let's have some snacks to satisfy our stomach."

As he spoke, Witte put his head in front of the black dragon cub again, and then grinned, revealing his sharp teeth.

"Little boy, you are about to die at such a young age. Do you think that your life has no value? Now, I will give you a chance to realize your own value!"

After saying this, Werther pointed towards the pot next to him.

"Look at that pot. I am a dragon who rarely kills animals, so I don't want to kill you. Why don't you jump in and drink until you die?"

In this way, you not only save me from having to bear the sin of killing a dragon, but you can also provide me with a delicious meal. You have done so many good deeds before you die...

Didn’t the value of your coming to this world be realized? "

Finger looked at Werther blankly, a hint of sarcasm suddenly revealed in his originally dull eyes, and then he dragged his tired body and flew towards the big pot.

Looking at the thick soup below that exuded the aroma of dragon-inducing aroma, Finger turned to look at Werther, and then a calm and hoarse voice sounded.

"You make me sick!"

As soon as he finished speaking, 놛 plunged into the pot. His eyes and expression highlighted two words - determination!

Werther looked at the cauldron with a strange expression.

It really jumped!

땤Also, even though I said it to this extent, can’t you tell that it’s a joke?

With this thought in his mind, Werther gnawed on the dragon leg and stared at the soup in the pot.

Looking at the gradually declining soup base, the expression on Werther's face became even weirder.

After half a magic hour, Werther, who was gnawing on the bones boredly, looked at the pot indifferently.

"Aren't you coming out?"

There was no sound from the pot.

Witte raised his eyebrows, and a burst of red fire was injected into the magic circle under the pot.

At the sudden high temperature, a cry of surprise came from the hot pot. At the same time, an unknown black object that was fat and turned into a ball popped out of the pot.

Seeing this, Werther chuckled unscrupulously.

"It turns out I'm too embarrassed to come out!"

Finger, who was forced out by Werther, subconsciously shifted his eyes after hearing these words, and then silently fell aside, looking at Werther with a complicated expression.

In fact, when he drank the first soup, he realized that this dragon didn't really want to eat it.

The rich and sweet soup slid down the throat into the belly. Before entering the dragon's stomach, it turned into streams of warm water and penetrated into the body of the dragon's limbs.

Not long ago, the injury was not completely healed. When I moved my body, there were always some areas of obstruction (hidden injuries), and a warm feeling came from all of them.

This is not soup, this is potion!

I still want to pass on memories, knowing that this is no longer the effect that food can achieve.

The other party 껙껙 kept saying that he wanted to eat, but what he wanted to do was to heal.

Why?

Finger couldn't figure it out.

But soon, past experiences made 놛 paranoid that even if this dragon healed 놛's injuries, it was for other people's purposes.

So, 놛 looked at Witt, and his eyes gradually changed from puzzlement to vigilance.

On the other side, Witt saw this, but he didn't care.

"Okay, I admit that I just made a joke with you before, um... isn't it funny?"

Finger looked at Witt speechlessly.

Put yourself in his shoes, in that situation, would a dragon really be able to laugh?

Thinking so in his heart, 놛 remained silent.

Seeing that Finger ignored 놛, Witt thought for a while, and then looked at Finger with interest.

"As a dragon, I helped you heal your injuries and adjust your body, and your return to me is silence?"

Finger was stunned for a moment, and then slightly entangled.

"What do you want to know?"

Witt's mouth corners slightly lifted.

"Your name!"

"..."

There was another silence, but Witt was not in a hurry. He just took out a blank metal book and started writing on it with his claws.

"Finger!"

After a long time, Finger's voice sounded again.

Witt raised his eyes slightly.

"Oh, my name is Witt, a mutant silver dragon. By the way, can you give me a drop of your blood?"

Finger was stunned for a moment. For some reason, he did not ask why, but directly tore his skin.

Just when he was about to do something else, the blood from his wound floated up, and then he felt a warm touch from his wound.

Looking down, he saw that a water ball had wrapped his wound.

The rich breath of life made his wound heal in the blink of an eye.

"Thank... Thank you!"

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