I'm really not a princess!

Knight: "How can this be the same?"

The little prince: "Why is it different?"

Knight: "No... the mermaid came to find me herself."

The little prince: "Is there a difference?"

Knight: "Huh?"

The little prince: "Don't you like mermaids?"

Knight: "Huh?"

The little prince: "Why do you need to build a swimming pool if you don't like it?"

knight:"……"

The little prince: "Why do you want to steal my sister's night pearl if you don't like it?"

Knight: "I..."

The little prince: "Why did you learn to swim when you don't like it..."

The knight suddenly interrupted him: "All right, all right, I like it, can you keep your voice down!"

Not seeing each other for half a month, the knight felt that the little prince talked more.

"So." The knight paused for a moment, his voice lowered, "Aren't you going back with the princess?"

The little prince also asked quietly, "Can I bring the dragon back?"

The knight glanced at Ivy: "The princess will be angry."

The little prince frowned, showing a troubled expression.

"Then I want to play for a while longer." The little prince said, "I will, I will think of a way."

The knight didn't speak, but Ivy on one side spoke: "What are you two muttering about?"

The little prince shuddered.

"Al, untie it for me." Ivy gestured to her hands tied behind her back, "Then go back with me, mom and dad are very worried about you."

"Sister, I..."

Ivy was very sharp, "Don't you want to go back?"

The little prince began to untie the cane for Ivy without saying a word.

Not halfway through the solution, the dragon stood in the cave and called the little prince, "Al."

The little prince trembled again, it was impossible to love him.

This is the first time the dragon called his name.

Still when he did something bad!

Is it a bad thing to untie my sister?

do not know.

……

But he must have said he was going to eat me again.

Before the little prince could figure it out, the dragon over there raised its wings and flew past, and carried the little prince back in the blink of an eye.

Halfway through the flight, the ruby ​​in the little prince's pocket rolled out.

"Mr. Dragon." The little prince was no longer afraid of this kind of flight, and raised his hand to pat the dragon's arm, "My jewel."

The evil dragon ignored him and flew all the way to the gold pile where he was sitting before.

He put the little prince down, and handed him a sapphire.

"Why did you stay outside so long?" the dragon asked him.

"I talked to my sister for a while."

The evil dragon paused, "I clearly saw you talking to that male."

The dragon was very displeased with the knight who was so close to his prey.

He held the back of the little prince's neck, and flapped his wings slightly behind him. The wind was approaching with the breath of the evil dragon. The little prince suddenly became nervous, and his cheeks were hot.

"No..." the little prince stammered, "I was telling the knight about the mermaid he raised."

Dragon: "Mermaid?"

The little prince: "Yes, it's a merman. No, it's a male mermaid."

Dragon: "?"

The little prince: "No, it's just a beautiful fish... Well, it's a mermaid."

Dragon: "??"

He couldn't understand what Xiaokubao said.

In short, the evil dragon didn't understand, but this did not prevent him from continuing to be unhappy.

"I will not let you go back," said the dragon. "What I have taken is mine."

The little prince nodded frantically: "Yes, yes, what is yours is yours, so can you let my sister go?"

The evil dragon was puzzled, "She hit me first."

Why do you want me to let you go?

The little prince actually tasted a bit of grievance from his calm tone.

The little prince who had no position of his own immediately turned against him: "Then, then I won't let you go."

Then when the dragon went to prepare dinner, he would let his sister go quietly!

A good prince does not suffer from immediate losses.

The dragon was barely satisfied.

He was very close to the little prince, and his fingertips were the little prince's delicate and smooth skin, which was very different from his own.

The dragon lowered his head and saw the bow used to decorate the little prince's chest.

"You... seem to be different from your sister." The evil dragon spoke slowly, once again suspecting that the little prince was a descendant of the golden retriever, not the monkey in Jiji.

The little prince was at a loss: "Huh?"

The evil dragon raised his other hand, and carefully pressed it on the little prince's chest.

The movement was very light, as if he was afraid that the little prince would be crushed if he exerted too much force.

little Prince:"!"

The evil dragon frowned, "It's different here."