Rebirth: My Master is the Dragon Prince

In the Tianshan Black Ice Pool, the little ice dragon lay in Ye Fengci's hand with its tongue hanging down. It was a vast expanse of white. The little ice dragon's body was too small now. If it was placed directly in the water, it would probably drown.

Ye Fengci had no choice but to hold him in his hands and put him into the black ice pool. He had only kept his hands in the ice pool for half a moment when he felt the pain of the black ice invading his limbs. When the cold air entered his nasal cavity, Ye Fengci sneezed loudly. He shook his head to resist the invasion of the cold air.

Squatting and holding the little ice dragon in the water was a bit tiring, so Ye Fengci spread a layer of animal skin blanket on the ground, lay on the shore, and continued to soak the little ice dragon in the water while holding it in his hands.

This soak lasted for a whole day. Ye Fengci turned his neck to look at Xie Jingshu, with his tongue still sticking out. He pulled out one hand and started playing with it.

After soaking in such a cold black ice pool for so long, Ye Fengci's hands were almost numb, but the little ice dragon's tongue was still warm.

Ye Fengci kept changing his hands to get close to the little ice dragon's tongue, and asked as he did so, "You really don't feel cold?"

While he was chattering on, he condensed his spiritual power and injected it into Xie Jingshu.

After seven days, the little ice dragon turned into Xie Jingshu with a dragon tail. Ye Fengci was so happy that he called Baozi and prepared to take him to the Dark Wasteland Blood Ridge.

Baozi brought Xie Jingshu to his back, and Xie Jingshu turned into a small ice dragon the size of a palm. Ye Fengci put Baozi down again and touched Baozi's head.

"Go back, he can't leave the ice pool." Baozi let out a howl and disappeared on his body. Ye Fengci held the little ice dragon and put it back into the ice pool. Xie Jingshu returned to his normal size.

Ye Fengci blew a few breaths of hot air on his hands. Fearing that he might wake up in the middle of the night, Ye Fengci used magic to control Xie Jingshu. Xie Jingshu's fingers moved a little, and his expression seemed to be enduring something.

Ye Fengci stared intently. Xie Jingshu's hand went to his chest and scratched it a few times, but he didn't have enough strength, so he started to pull at his waist belt.

"It's so cold, we can't do this," Ye Fengci pressed Xie Jingshu's hand, and after a while he reacted. Isn't he an ice dragon? It's impossible for him to be afraid of the cold. Since he wanted to untie himself, he would help him untie himself.

The waist belt was untied, and Xie Jingshu was left with only a thin silk inner garment. Through the inner garment, one could clearly see everything inside: a heart wrapped in gauze, tight and beautiful muscles, and a slim waist that could be wrapped around with two big hands.

Ye Fengci's face turned red, and he was about to turn his head away when Xie Jingshu scratched the dragon scales with all his strength. The medicine applied by the immortal was very effective, and the wound slowly began to heal, but it was followed by unbearable itching.

"You can't scratch me, you can't scratch me," Ye Fengci held Xie Jingshu's hand. Xie Jingshu couldn't resist his strength and used his other hand to scratch him. Ye Fengci was quick-witted and controlled Xie Jingshu's other hand as well.

"Itchy..." Xie Jing's voice was as light as drizzle, floating on Ye Fengci's heart. As soon as Ye Fengci relaxed a little, the dragon's claws tore through the gauze at the dragon's tail, leaving several bloody scratches.

Ye Fengci didn't expect him to use this trick. Xie Jingshu, whose dragon's tail was scratched, was obviously in pain. The dragon's tail curled up in pain, but it was very itchy if he didn't scratch it, so he rubbed his dragon's tail on the stone.

Ye Fengci was busy taking care of the whole thing and was sweating profusely, "What a crap immortal, what a crap medicine, rubbish." He waded into the water and tied up the pair of dragon claws with a rope, and Xie Jingshu's hand grabbed his heart.

"Don't catch him, don't catch him," Ye Fengci climbed up the bank and held Xie Jingshu's hand with his trembling hands.

The person whose hand was grabbed was very unwilling, but helpless, "It's...itchy,"

Ye Fengci placed his hand on his heart and touched it gently, and Xie Jingshu subconsciously rubbed against his hand.

Ye Fengci's face was burning, and the silk inner garment was as loose as if it was not worn at all. His fair skin could be seen through the gaps. It was covered with gauze, so it shouldn't be a problem, thought Ye Fengci, and pulled the silk garment open with one hand.

After realizing what he had done, Ye Fengci let go of Xie Jingshu's hand and turned around. How could a person be so beautiful? Clearer than the water in an ice pool and brighter than the sun.

His loosening of his hand gave Xie Jingshu another chance to scratch the wound. His slender white fingertips somehow slipped under the gauze.

The scratching broke the wound that had just healed. Ye Fengci anxiously held his hand again.

"You can't scratch it, you know that?" With two wounds broken, Xie Jingshu began to groan indistinctly in pain. Even though the sound was very small, Ye Fengci could still hear it.

He put his hand around Xie Jingshu and gently rubbed his wound.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore,"

He gently rubbed his wounds while healing them. He hadn't had a good rest for several days. To prevent Xie Jingshu from scratching the wound again, he tied his hands with his spiritual power.

Because of the lack of rest, Ye Fengci felt a little sleepy while rubbing his body. He hugged Xie Jingshu from behind and leaned on him. A faint fragrance came from him.

Ye Fengci sniffed and hugged Xie Jingshu tighter, his hand sliding down to Xie Jingshu's abdomen. The skin there was smoother than silk and it made people feel excited to touch it.

Ye Fengci woke up not long after sleeping. As soon as he opened his eyes, he went to check on Xie Jingshu's injuries. The trapped dragon claws seemed to have given up struggling. Blood was still seeping out of the dragon's tail, and there seemed to be traces of blood at the corners of its mouth.

Ye Fengci opened Xie Jingshu's eyelids and saw that he was still dizzy. The itchy and painful feeling of the wound made Xie Jingshu's eyes red. He waded into the ice water to untie the rope on the dragon claw and loosened his hands.

"Don't be angry, it's all my fault. When you get better, you can hit me."

Ye Fengci rubbed his head against his back. Xie Jingshu's face didn't look very good and his lips were pale.

But it is rare to see him like this. When you touch his face, he will not resist. When he is anxious, he will only hum twice, or occasionally kick with the dragon claws on his tail.

Ye Fengci fiddled with Xie Jingshu's hair, recalling the way he saw her tie his hair that day in the mirror of rebirth. He quietly took off Xie Jingshu's hair crown and watched her long hair moving in the wind. He buried his face in Xie Jingshu's long hair, and it was as if flower petals were scattered all over his face, fragrant and soft.

He could not hold Xie Jingshu enough, until Xie Jingshu's hands moved again because of the pain and itchiness of the wound. The sharp dragon claws wanted to scratch the wound again. Without caring about anything else, Ye Fengci tied Xie Jingshu's limbs tightly again.

Feeling his hands were trapped again, anger surged to his heart again, and he vomited blood quickly and violently. Ye Fengci was confused and didn't know what to do. If he let go, he was afraid of hurting him, but if he didn't let go, he would also get hurt.

"Stop scratching it, stop scratching it," Ye Fengci rubbed the wound for him, afraid that he would hurt Xie Jingshu if he used too much strength. "Where are your dragon scales? Why did you pull out your own dragon scales?" Ye Fengci was almost crying seeing Xie Jingshu in so much pain.

Xie Jingshu kicked his dragon claws and leaned back on Ye Fengci's body. His hands didn't move anymore, as if he had fallen asleep obediently.