Interstellar Monster Breeder Survival Manual

Fang Rong lingered at the door, not knowing what to say, would that fire dragon roast him?

After all, that fire dragon was originally high above the others, and it was still a male.

Now she looks like a little daughter-in-law, she looks like she has a story at first glance, so she is embarrassed to say anything.

He was embarrassed, and Fang Hua would not take the initiative. He even stabbed the fire dragon, and it was that knife that made the fire dragon fall to the bottom. Speaking of which, the two of them were the perpetrators. I knew that when someone showed the way just now Just let people bring a sentence.

They walked back and forth at the door, neither of them wanted to go in, but the fire dragon spoke first, "What can I do for you?"

Fang Rong was startled, and looked in from outside the house, "Did you see us?"

"Yeah." The fire dragon was still fetching water, threw a wooden barrel into the well, and pulled it up when it was full of water, "Let's talk about something."

He seemed to have figured it out, and when they met again, there was no anger or hatred, so he accepted Fang Rong Fanghua so naturally.

"It was your Dragon Clan who asked me to find you." Fang Rong said the reason, "Now there is a war outside, and the Huo Yanlong Clan can't do without a king, they need you."

Fang Hua echoed, "We were almost here when we came."

The fire dragon paused, but continued quickly, carrying the bucket into the house.

Fang Rong hurriedly followed, "Aren't you sad? Huo Yanlong did not suffer heavy casualties."

The fire dragon shook its head, "What they need is the king, not me."

"You are the king." Every race has a king, the leader of the leading race, just like the empire has a president.

"It used to be, but it's not anymore." The fire dragon suddenly pulled his clothes away, and there was a hideous wound there. "Although I am still alive, my strength has been greatly reduced. I can't even beat ordinary males, let alone be a king."

The scar was at the position of his heart. The murderer must have thought of killing him with one blow. His fingers passed through his entire chest from behind, almost killing him.

If it wasn't for the heart growing on the right side, he would have died, and it would be impossible to fly down, let alone meet the wolf tribe.

The wolves used to be the objects they trained to hunt when they were young, but now they have become his companions.

That night, he fell off without flying very far. The forest was dangerous, and he was injured again. The smell of blood attracted predators from all directions.

Yan Gui didn't dare to stay, and left the valley from the secret path while clutching his wound. He was afraid that the military area would hunt and kill the large orcs around him. If he was caught inside, he would definitely die without a burial.

But going out is not a good choice, the outside is even more dangerous, there are wolves in the front, and tigers in the back, the situation is worrying.

Yan Gui knelt by the water, cleaning the wound with difficulty.

He just fell down, and blood flowed down his temples from his forehead, soaking half of his black hair.

Orcs generally don't cut their hair, they follow the nature of the forest and let it grow freely, so his hair is very long and tied with a rope. Now the rope is loose and the hair is messed up.

Yan Gui felt that his hair was in the way, so he deliberately tore off a piece of animal skin, and tied it loosely behind.

The water at night was icy cold, splashing on my chest was like being stabbed again, it hurts.

Yan Gui leaned down, trying not to let the cold water touch other skin, and just washed it like this.

The calm lake surface swayed wave after wave, and suddenly a pair of green eyes reflected.

Yan Gui's movements froze, he was so slow that he didn't even notice the beast behind him.

He didn't move, neither did his eyes, and he didn't know how long the stalemate lasted. The beast became impatient, and suddenly jumped up and rushed up.

Yan Gui rolled to the side, got up slowly on one knee, grinned and bared his fangs, and growled in a low voice.

It's a red flag, telling people I'm not to be messed with.

He has been a king all year round, so he naturally has the aura of a superior person, but the other party is not easy to mess with, he is the most vengeful wolf.

And seeing that he didn't look like an ordinary silver wolf, Yan Gui became cautious. He originally lived in the sky, and the sky was the main battlefield, but his chest was injured, and it would be affected as long as he moved his wings, so he didn't change back to his original shape.

This was probably the reason why the silver wolf thought he was a bully and refused to leave.

Speaking of creatures like wolves, he used to play with them at will, and when he was bored, he would catch a toy for fun. He didn't expect that now he would be bullied by a dog, and he would be targeted by a wolf.

Wolves live in packs, and there is definitely more than one around here.

With a roar, Yan Gui transformed into its original form, spread its wings high, and flew into the sky, trying to get rid of the wolf's pursuit.

But that wolf didn't know which tendon was wrong, so it chased after it. You must know that two legs can never run as fast as two wings, and the flying speed of the Huoyanlong is the fastest among them. Dodge, after all, if you are targeted by them, it is likely to take you into the sky, and then fall to your death.

The silver wolf had scars from three claws on its face and green eyes, as if it had a grudge against him. Not only did it chase after him, but it would also jump up on branches from time to time in an attempt to drag him down.

Yan Gui has injuries on his body, and he can't fly high, so he might be forcibly caught by him at any time.

It was dark in front of his eyes, and his body was slowly getting cold. Yan Gui shook his head, and slowly stabilized, only to realize that a big tree suddenly appeared in front of him at some point, and he made an emergency turn to avoid hitting it. It fell steadily.

A silver wolf rushed out quickly, stepped on his chest, raised its head and howled.

Immediately, the same response came from all around, ups and downs, and not long after, a few wolves gathered and wandered around them.

The silver wolf turned into a human body, its silver hair was particularly dazzling, but the scars on its face were more obvious.

"Goose return?" He pointed to the scar on his face, "Do you still remember me?"

Yan Gui gasped for breath. Although he was a prisoner, he still had an arrogant attitude. He glanced at the silver wolf with disdain, "Isn't that the wolf that knelt at my feet and begged me to let me go? I thought it was the wolf. What a jerk."

The wolf didn't bother with him, and patted his face in a good mood, "I used to kneel at your feet, but I will let you kneel at my feet in the future."

He lifted Yan Gui's hair vigorously, dragged him up, and stumbled away.

Yangui couldn't help himself and was thrown on the altar of the Silver Wolf Clan. Every race in nature believes in gods, and basically has an altar for communicating with ancestors, gods and ghosts. All the most important places.

The silver wolf threw him on top, and the whole clan of silver wolves below cheered, muttering to kill him!kill him!

The Silver Wolf Clan is relatively powerful, but the Dragon Clan is even stronger, and even used the cubs of the Silver Wolf Clan as training tools when they were young.

For every adult orc, the big daddy and the second daddy would catch the cubs of other races to grind their teeth when they were young.

He is the best person in the clan, and he has countless cubs to grind his teeth on, but the one that impresses him the most is probably the silver wolf.

While looking at him with hateful eyes, while kneeling down and begging him to let him go, he knew how to endure at a young age.

Even endured for so many years, not wanting to drink his blood and cramping his tendons all the time.

The silver wolf had silver hair fluttering, and raised its sharp sword high, aiming at his chest.

Yan Gui took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and lay peacefully on the ground, waiting for death to come.

He spoke in a low voice, and chanted the spell to communicate with the God of Nature, trying to make the God of Nature accept him.

His body was suddenly cold, his clothes had fallen off, and the sword slid down his chest all the way, picking up his last fig leaf, revealing his naked body.

There was laughter in the audience, it seemed to be celebrating, but also seemed to be mocking, laughing that he also has today.

Yan Gui is tall and slender, with smooth skin. Under the light, it looks like someone has been smeared with honey. It looks delicious and beautiful.

The silver wolf suddenly dropped its sword and rushed over, grabbed his ankle and separated it along the base of the leg, and pressed it over the top of his head, without even giving Yangui time to react, all the spring light below had been exposed.

Yan Gui was furious, and began to struggle non-stop. He moved a lot, and the wound on his chest began to ooze blood again. It continued to flow out, and his strength was slowly disappearing. The torch was pressed to his chest.

The pain hit instantly, and Yan Gui passed out.

At first, I thought I was about to die, but when I woke up, I was already lying in a hole in the ground, with my feet bound by iron chains.

It took Yan Gui a long time to accept the fact that he fell from a high place to a low place, and could no longer even fly. This blow to him was tantamount to the disappearance of the race.

He thought about committing suicide, but there are no suicidal males in nature, and a suicidal person is unacceptable by nature, which symbolizes failure and bad luck. People will only say that he is a coward when they talk about him in the future.

Yan Gui doesn't want to be a coward, so he lives hard every day.

Although he was still alive, he suffered from a serious illness, almost emptied his body, became weak, and lay in the ground for ten and a half months without coming out. His skin was as white as snow, with an abnormal paleness, like the face of a dead person.

Silver Wolf didn't seem to care much about his condition that day, and let him fend for himself, and would occasionally send medicinal soup, but if he knocked it over, he wouldn't continue to send it. If he didn't drink it, he would basically wait to die.

It's true, he once forced people to kneel down, let him get out from under the crotch in the most humiliating state, and now revenge is also due.

The change probably started from his gradually protruding belly. I don’t know when, there is no flesh on his body, only a belly, which is getting bigger and bigger, like a pregnancy, covered with blue and purple veins. It looked terrible.

When Yan Gui was washing his face, he accidentally saw his big belly, protruding into a big circle, and when he touched it with his hand, he could feel something moving inside.

He is pregnant!