Dragon?

Except for a few scattered chicken feathers, the hen left nothing behind.

This hen has been raised for several years, never runs around, and lays a few eggs from time to time.When Qiao Zhi goes out, it always stays at home with Qiao Dandan.

The two of them searched around their house more than a dozen times but didn't see the hen, so they had to go into the mountain under the afterglow.

There are no roads in the wild mountains, and weeds are overgrown. If you are not careful, you may step on the ground.

The usually lazy dragon seems to have returned to its own territory at this moment, dragging its long tail and wandering in the dense forest, leading Qiao Zhi in front with great momentum.

Qiao Zhi thought it was really so comfortable, facing thorns and stones, like walking on the ground.

Walking all the way to the depths of the mountain, it was getting late, Long suddenly found something, and vigorously flicked his tail at Qiao Zhi.

He intends to follow, but the speed is not as fast as it, and the dragon disappears from sight in a blink of an eye.

It was the sound of fighting that led Qiao Zhi to the cave.

Only after seeing the scene in front of him did he realize that Qiao Dandan's fight with him at home was just a joke.

The dragon was wrestling with a big tiger with eye-catching white forehead that was several times bigger than him.Its long tail is like a tough and thick rope, tightly wrapped around the tiger's neck; its sharp claws are like blades, sinking into the tiger's throat, and the tiger struggles fiercely, but no matter how much it rolls, it can't shake the fat dragon off.

Dust was flying in the cave, and behind them, there were messy chicken feathers, white bones, and blood stains piled up in a pile, and there was a motionless child lying there.

Shocked, Qiao Zhi called out the dragon's name, picked up a big rock and rushed up.

"Boom-!!!"

With a heavy blow from a blunt object, the tiger's head was dented.

With too much force, the little boy's tiger's mouth was shaken to a bloody mess.He didn't look at his wound, as if he didn't feel any pain.

The two gazes turned to him with a "swish". The dragon and the tiger, indistinguishable, belonged to the golden pupils of beasts.

Their fights are unreasonable, and they have to fight to the death. —They are animals.

Qiao Zhi clenched his teeth and swallowed hard.The sweat on the back seemed to pour out in pieces, quickly dampening the clothes.

He has never seen a tiger so close, with such a big head, such sharp teeth... If there is no dragon, human strength lies in it, but a gnat can shake a tree.

He didn't relax for a moment, and the boy's hand was always holding on to the stone.

No time to be astonished, his eyes froze, he raised his hand, the rock fell, and continued to smash down hard...

one after another...

At this moment, the tiger is exhaling more air than inhaling, and is already dying and unable to move.

The pink dragon tail and orange fur are infiltrated with a lot of bright red.The fishy smell was strong, and the dragon's body was entangled on the tiger's neck, as if fused into one body. It was impossible to tell who belonged to who from the crimson blood.

When his trembling hand touched the cold dragon tail, at that moment, Qiao Zhi felt the distance for the first time.

Long strangled the tiger for a long time to make sure it was completely dead.

Qiao Zhi hugged Qiao Dandan back into his arms. Its body and his hands had traces of dried blood and lingering stickiness.

Qiaodandan was calm, as if it had done something that should have been done. ——The hen at home was eaten, and it followed the smell to find this place, and took revenge on the animal that ate the hen.

The animal world has the rules of the animal world, fierce and angry, fight as you want, but follow instinct.

And as a human, Qiao Zhi, how would he explain his worries to it.

He somewhat blamed it in his heart, blaming it for not thinking about whether rushing up to fight would frighten Qiao Zhi behind him; Than, the value is not worth it.

It doesn't know what it means to Qiao Zhi.Compared to his feelings, it was a little heartless.

But, they are separated by a different race.Even if Long understands human nature, how can he really use human emotion to demand or restrain it?He even hoped that it could consider his own mood... It must be him who makes so many demands and is unreasonable.

Qiao Zhi thought a lot, but in the end he didn't say anything to Long.

……

I thought the motionless child in the cave was dead, but Qiao Zhi glanced at him before leaving, thinking that the child was still breathing.

The tiger probably brought him back directly, and there were two deep blood holes on his weak shoulders.

It was getting late, and Qiao Zhi had to squat down, open the child's frayed clothes, and check his injuries... Unexpectedly, the soft material in his hand was very familiar.

The little boy on the ground wakes up leisurely with a small turning movement.

The boy was dragged into the cave by the tiger, and when he was about to be eaten, the long tail that fell from the sky rescued him from the tiger's mouth.

He had never seen an animal that grew up like that, and it looked like the "dragon" that his uncle often talked about.

Frightened, the two ferocious beasts fought with each other, causing blood to splatter everywhere. The boy couldn't see blood by nature, and he passed out after rolling his eyes.

Now that he woke up, he saw the tiger carcass that was also limp on the ground, and the boy who thought he was in danger raised his head weeping. ——What I saw was not a "dragon", but a little brother with blood on his body.

Even if he didn't smile, he still had dimples, and his dark pupils were covered with a layer of tranquility that didn't match his age. The little brother was looking at himself seriously.

"you you……"

He was a little scared, and wanted to ask his little brother if it was a "dragon".

It's a pity that as soon as he opened his mouth, his timid eyes happened to meet the red on the skirt of the little brother's shirt.

The boy couldn't hold it back for a while, and collapsed unconsciously again.

"..."

Qiao Zhi saw the child wake up, before he was happy or asked questions, he saw that he fainted again.

If you read correctly, the boy is wearing a riding outfit... a royal riding outfit.

Come to think of it, the nearest royal autumn hunt was near this mountain...

Terrible, I picked up a child from the enemy's family.

This child's age should be held in someone's hands.He didn't stay in the palace well, but was taken out to watch the hunt, and a small royal cavalry suit was customized for him. According to inference, he must be a very honorable and favored status.

Therefore, there is nothing more troublesome than saving this child.

Qiao Zhi stood up, quite a headache.

He was also surprised that for the sake of Long Zan's cultivation, he had done so many good deeds over the years, but he hadn't been cultivated a little bit of sympathy.

Let the flesh and blood of that tyrant die here without anyone knowing, just thinking about it makes me feel very happy.

However, revenge involves the child, and in doing so, what is the difference between him and the tyrant he hates?

...well, I can convince myself.In this case, there is a good reason to save the boy.

Qiao Zhi glanced at the delicate little face of the boy lying on the ground, half-exposed -- um... still, I don't want to save it.

……

When the boy woke up, he was sleeping in a warm little bed.

There is no light on, and by the deserted moonlight, it can be seen clearly that the house is a simple dwelling made of grass.

According to the vague impression before he passed out, he judged that he was saved by kind-hearted people.

It seems that he is a very good-looking little brother...

"Hiss!!" Recalling one incident, the boy gasped.

——It seems that he also saw a dragon? !

No way!Are there really dragons in this world?The mother and concubine often said that the eldest uncle was in a daze, so he kept thinking about those fairy and demon things.The dragon that the uncle mentioned actually exists?

The boy's heart was pounding.

——Well, maybe it was because I was flustered at the time, and I misread it!

He turned around and thought to himself: I don't know where that little brother has gone, maybe just ask him and he can confirm...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The child's sharp scream pierced the sky.

There are large bloodstains wriggling, bloody horns, and bloody claws.

Its light-colored eyes were even colder against the maroon color of its body. It lay down not far from itself, staring at him steadfastly.

The moment the boy turned his head, he saw the "dragon" he was not sure existed! !

How similar it is to the look in the eyes of the good-looking little brother... Wait a minute, where is that little brother?

In the house that can be seen at a glance, where is the little brother? !From beginning to end, only this dragon! !

The dragon that dragged out a bloody path slowly crawled towards him.

The boy trembled all over, his eyes widened, and he fainted neatly.

"Squeak—bang!!"

The shaky broken door was kicked open.

Qiao Zhi, who was about to boil water for a bath, was led back into the room by screams.

To his surprise, everything in the room looked the same as when he went out.

The little boy was still unconscious.And the tired dragon, which was wilting, was obediently lying on the rags on the table, looking at its little bed occupied by outsiders full of resentment.

The "honesty" mentioned here is only seemingly honest.Before Qiao Zhi went out, he wrapped the dragon in rags.

"You..." Qiao Zhi thought about it, and came up with a general idea: "Has he woke up?"

Long ignored him, as if he didn't hear him.

"He, see... what do you look like?"

Since the first battle with the tiger, the young boy's mood has been low. At this moment, the voice is cool, with the evening wind, it is so cold that it makes people want to shiver.

The dragon didn't even raise its head, but shook its tail perfunctorily.

The boy picked up the rag, and took the dragon inside into his arms.

"You are really, let your temper."

He read it in bits and pieces, pointing its forehead with his index finger.

"Obviously I wrapped you up in a cloth, and you can take a shower after a little patience, but you don't want to wrap it up because it's uncomfortable? You don't think about others at all."

Enough talking about the bad-tempered dragon, the young man has lost his old lady temperament.

He raised his eyes and looked at the wooden bed.

In the dark eyes, killing intent was revealed.