The evil demon king in the puppy stage grabs my little biscuits

Hino didn't know whether his cheeks were too hot or Irsa's fingertips were too cold. In front of the public, being so cherished by this year's "strongest dragon warrior" to use a cloak to block the wind and rain, this feeling is very different from his previous life. The intimacy in is completely different.

But Hino knew that Ilsa didn't pay much attention to the eyes of the outside world, and doing so didn't have any special meaning to Ilsa, it was just...to find him a shelter when it rained.

After all, he has been with the dragon clan for so long, and Hino already knows very well that in the eyes of the dragon clan, an elf like himself is a weak creature that will die at the first touch. It needs waterproof, fireproof and anti-collision protection. The small biscuits are just soft and soft.

So, Hino hurriedly corrected his attitude, looked up at Ilsa a little shyly, and wanted to praise and encourage frankly, but his voice was so small that he trembled: "You...can you fly so high?"

Ilsa tilted her head at him in a daze, recovered her senses, and turned her head to look under the fence behind her.

Realizing that he had just flown up the tower from the "Abyss", Ilsa suddenly became dizzy and rolled his eyes, but he soon came to his senses, turned around, and asked Hino awkwardly: "Have you counted?" ?”

Hino was stunned for a moment, but soon understood, and nodded frantically with a smile: "I counted it! No more, no less, exactly seven moves, I knew Ilsa would definitely be able to do it!"

Ilsa raised the corners of her mouth and squinted, and asked coquettishly, "What else?"

Hino immediately added knowingly: "Ilsa is the best!"

Ilsa snorted triumphantly: "Is there a reward, that?"

Hino thought for a while, then asked in a low voice, "Biscuits?"

"Bedtime story, five months." Ilsa simply made a wish for herself, as the reward turned into punishment.

Just as Shino was about to say something, Ilsa suddenly bent over, grabbed his right hand, pressed his index finger against her side, imitating the movement of being pinched by Shino before.

As the rain slid across Ilsa's cheeks, Hino felt the coolness and smoothness of his fingertips, which was no longer the fleshy touch he had when he was young.

Suddenly, a flash of purple lightning flashed across the sky behind Ilsa, and thunder exploded.

In the whiteness, Hino suddenly realized what a handsome face the young man in front of him had.

Under the lighting of the lightning, the face in front of him was backlit, and the beautiful outline was particularly eye-catching. In Hino's long memory, the face of the demon god in front of the Doomsday Throne was finally perfectly integrated.

It's just that in those vine-purple eyes, there is no cynical cruelty and bloodthirsty, replaced by childish dependence and tenderness.

Hino's heart skipped a beat, and a pair of golden pupils stared at Ilsa helplessly. Being together day and night made him completely forget how dangerous the dragon in front of him was.

When he was young, Hino actually did not want Ilsa to awaken her true power, but at this moment, even under his pampering and arrogance, she has grown into a loose and well-behaved dragon, Ilsa's sharpness still cannot be submerged, and she is simply inattentive. , he will be so strong that no one can understand.

Hino's slightly fearful expression made Ilsa a little disappointed. He lowered his long eyelashes and thought for a while, then obediently backed down: "One month, is it okay? Ilsa wants to listen to the story."

Hino came back to his senses, and hurriedly squeezed out a smile and nodded, "Yes! It's my honor to tell the strongest dragon warrior this year a bedtime story for a month! Alright, let's go down to receive the medal!"

After finishing speaking, Hino tilted his head and looked at the fence behind Ilsa, ready to witness the handsome picture of his little chubby dragon flying to the ring for the first time.

However, Ilsa walked around him contentedly, and walked down the stairs happily.

Hino looked at the unpretentious back of the demon god Ilsa walking up the stairs: "..."

It seems that there is no need to worry about him being too strong.

"This little fat man still likes to cling to Hino even though he's so big." Di Carlo muttered.

Lu Xiuao pursed his lips and shook his head: "My son may think that he is actually an elf. In principle, he will never fly if he can walk."

"Hahahahaha!" Mira burst out laughing, "Ilsa can fly very high when he gets impatient sometimes! And you didn't realize that he is actually very good! He actually beat my father in a fighting match!"

"It's better to say that his mind is very fast." Frank analyzed: "Anselm's fighting skills rely on his experience in many battles, and the skills have become a part of his body, so we can't defeat him in the battle. , but Ilsa can see the tricks, he almost never fights, and he can be lazy in training, but he has a good brain, and he was like this when he was a child."

"That's true." Claude also agreed: "When I was in Longyu before, I thought this kid was too naughty. I didn't know what he was thinking every day, and I couldn't understand what he was doing. He looked stupid. Thinking about it now, he can understand what I do, but I can't understand what he does, maybe it's not him who is stupid."

Frank immediately responded with a smile: "Congratulations, you finally have some self-knowledge, and you will be brave after knowing your shame. Start working hard from now on, maybe in three to five hundred years, you will be able to become a dragon warrior as qualified as me."

"Hmph." Claude looked at his rival coldly: "Then my future is not worth looking forward to."

"I think... Ilsa is more than just smart." Mila's mother suddenly said softly. She watched Ilsa walking towards the ring under the tower, and murmured thoughtfully, "You seem to be all I didn't care about it, he is actually a hybrid of forbidden dragons like Gregar, and even has a talent for forbidden dragons, I think he may have the potential to surpass Gregar."

"The more abilities the better, it depends on whether it is practical." The child's own father, Lu Xiuao, couldn't help but sing bad words: "Ilsa can't see the surrounding scene due to the time-stop talent, and can control the computer. The amount of plasma gas is very small. If you want to attack your opponent with plasma energy, you have to condense the gas into the most compact state. I have practiced with him before, and in that state you want to use plasma gas to injure your opponent , is much more difficult for him than with a tail."

"It seems that his forbidden dragon talent can only help him to speed up his escape." Frank concluded.

"You can't say that..." Liu Guang couldn't help defending his shortcomings: "His talent in the plasma state is especially restraining the invisibility spells of the Wu clan, and when he sprints from time to time, the plasma state fluid can help him find out whether the front is There is an obstacle."

The crowd fell silent for a while.

Mira said bluntly: "It sounds like it's still the best way to escape."

Liu Guang suddenly nodded in discouragement: "Yes, that's right, at least it's safe."

Hino didn't participate in this discussion, but he still had lingering fears. These dragons didn't predict the terrifying potential of Ilsa's talent at all.

I don't know why, but Irsa can only manipulate a small amount of plasma energy at present, but the demon god Irsa in history has the terrifying power to plasmaize the air with a radius of nearly ten miles around him at the center in an instant.

The plasma state energy can not only instantly reduce races with low defenses to powder, but also serve as Ilsa's second pair of eyes, allowing him to see the surrounding scene clearly in a momentary pause. Any prey that enters his hunting range, Life and death will absolutely accept Irsa's control.

As Mira's mother said, Ilsa does have the potential to surpass Gregar, but Shino doesn't look forward to it.

He once saw the scene of the demon god Ilsa awakening the ultimate power in the memory of the god stone. Even though he knew that it was not his little fat dragon, the scene of the demon god Ilsa's dying and serious injury still made Xi Nuo feel a dull pain in his heart.

His Ilsa, who loves biscuits soaked in goat milk, just needs to be happy.

Hino looked down at the arena in the square, and saw Ilsa raised her head and waved the medal in her hand at him, smiling all over her face.

Hino couldn't help laughing either.

After the summer celebrations, Louis simply adored His Royal Highness Berengo, Son of God.

That afternoon, he saw that Xinuo was busy with government affairs and pruning the vines in the garden, so he plucked up the courage to come forward and ask Xinuo to teach him the skills of making desserts.

Xinuo readily agreed, and immediately took him to the restaurant on the top floor of the palace to prepare biscuits.

During the whole preparation process, Louis was constantly lost in confusion as he watched from the sidelines. The strange ingredients added by Sino had already made him feel difficult to control, but he didn't ask any more questions, and just patiently recorded the steps with a pen and paper.

until the last step.

It was the step of putting it in the oven, and Louis finally couldn't help asking: "No...don't you need to ferment it? Will it be too... hard when baked like this?"

Hino explained with a smile: "If you do this, the taste will be solid, and you will also be hungry. Ilsa can't eat two or three plates of biscuits baked by the royal chef in the palace. If you eat mine, you will be full after two or three pieces." .”

"Uh..." Louis was still confused: "This method is a bit like the cakes eaten during the march? But the taste is not very good..."

Shino explained: "Don't worry, I added a lot of my own seasoning, you will understand in a while."

After a while, the biscuits were baked, but Louis still couldn't expect the smell.

It’s so hard to die, DeCarlo heard from the downstairs maid that Louis was baking biscuits on the top floor, so he went upstairs unexpectedly and saw with his own eyes that it was Shino who brought out the biscuits from the oven, so DeCarlo turned around and ran away .

But it was too late, Xinuo stopped him and warmly invited him to eat the freshly baked biscuits together.

So the three of them sat at the table together.

When the hot biscuits cooled down slightly, Louis couldn't wait to bow his head and salute, expressing that he wanted to taste them first.

He happily wrapped a piece of biscuit in oiled paper, blew it lightly, then eagerly bit it down and began to chew.

Gradually, Louis' look full of anticipation gradually solidified, and his chewing speed gradually slowed down.

Like a puppet stuck in a gear, Louis looked at the opposite side with some dullness—the elf prime minister was waiting for praise with a smile on his face.

"Um..." Louis couldn't swallow the food in his mouth, and asked with difficulty: "Which step..."

"Cough! Cough!" Di Carlo suddenly coughed violently, and turned his head to wink at Louis, telling him not to talk nonsense.

Louis looked at Di Carlo in a daze.

In desperation, DiCaro pretended to be coughing and asked Hino to pour him a glass of water. Hino hurriedly got up to get the water glass, and was anxious to come back to listen to the compliment.

Di Carlo took advantage of Shino's departure and suddenly put his hand on Louis's shoulder, warning in horror: "Don't say that the biscuits he baked are bad! Don't comment! Every time we tell him that the biscuits are bad, he will try to find a way Adding weird ingredients to the biscuit, after years, this biscuit has become unbearable for us, absolutely, absolutely can't tolerate it continuing to deteriorate, Louis..." Di Carlo choked with red eyes: "Inedible biscuit Give me everything, promise me, don't say anything, okay?"