I'm really not a princess!

The little prince was carried up to the top of the mountain by the dragon in this "golden hook upside down" posture.

Fortunately, the distance was not very far, and he was able to reach the destination before the little prince's self-esteem exploded.

There is a large platform sunken into the mountain on the top of the mountain, which does not seem to be formed naturally.

The evil dragon saw through what the little prince was thinking, and said flatly, "I did it."

There is a little pride in the eyes.

The little prince shivered for no reason.

"Come here." The dragon stood in front of the innermost tree and waved to the little prince.

The little prince obediently moved over.

I don't know what kind of tree it is, but it is tall and straight, with thin branches extending outward, without a single leaf.

"Here." The dragon pointed to a place and asked the little prince to stand there.

When the little prince stood in front of the tree, the dragon stretched out his hand, and his fingers turned into sharp dragon claws, shaking before his eyes.

The little prince was startled.

Are you really going to eat him? !

I also deliberately found such a beautiful place.

Why didn't I find out that this place is suitable for eating princes before I came up?

Although the evil dragon treats him very well, the little prince is still very vigilant.

He also thought about whether the evil dragon was planning to eat the fat he raised for nothing.

Has the day finally come?

But I'm not fat enough!

"No, don't think about it anymore?" The little prince was terrified, and his body was rigidly pressed against the tree trunk. "I think I can get fatter."

The evil dragon looked puzzled: "What are you thinking about?"

He also said: "If you get a little fatter, you will buy a new skirt."

little Prince:"……"

It's true that you can't wear a skirt if you are fat.

The little prince was still in a daze before he could react, when the evil dragon made a sudden attack, and its claws brought a fierce wind to strike him.

The little prince subconsciously closed his eyes.

The little prince who thought he was going to be the dragon's afternoon tea snack didn't feel any pain.

"Okay." The dragon said, "Stand away."

The little prince didn't dare to open his eyes, for fear that the dragon would coax him to open his eyes and then eat him.

The evil dragon looked at the little prince, whose eyes were closed and his face was tense and motionless.

What kind of wind are you blowing?

The dragon is puzzled.

Then he took the little prince by the collar and put him aside.

The little prince staggered and had to open his eyes.

The dragon claw has returned to the shape of a normal human finger, with rounded and flat fingertips, as if nothing happened just now.

Only a deep scratch remained on the trunk.

Huh?

Not to eat him.

The little prince was happy.

He asked the dragon, "What is this?"

The evil dragon: "You are so tall now." He gestured with his finger on the scratch, "Next time you come up, you will grow here."

The little prince: "But trees grow too."

Dragon: "The tree is dead."

No wonder it's bare.

"Did you hear that?" the evil dragon said seriously, "You have to eat a whole chicken for lunch tomorrow."

The little prince was full of question marks.

The chickens in the dark forest are not ordinary chickens.

All of them are as big as his three heads, how can they eat one!

The little prince felt that the road ahead was worrying.

He may become the first prince to be strangled to death in the history of Jiji Kingdom.

"No... I didn't stand properly just now." The little prince stood back in front of the tree trunk, straightened his waist and put his shoulders flat, the top of his head was indeed a little higher than the scratch, "Look, I'm so tall."

The evil dragon folded his arms and looked at it for a moment.

"Don't think I don't know if the skirt covers it," said the dragon. "You're on tiptoe."

little Prince:"……"

The little prince: "I didn't!"

As he said that, he went to grab the hem of his skirt, trying to prove that he was so tall without tiptoes, "Look!"

The dragon lowered his eyes and saw the little prince's straight, thin white calf in the soft and smooth blue satin.

It was so fragile that it seemed he could snap it off if he tried too hard.

It makes the dragon have the desire to destroy.

The little prince was still talking: "I really don't have tiptoes, I'm just that tall."

The dragon responded perfunctorily twice.

Well, the little crying bag is still a bit thin.

The little prince: "Did you hear that?"

"Understood." The evil dragon plucked the little prince's golden fur, very similar to the way he plucked chicken feathers that day, "You have to eat two chickens for lunch tomorrow."