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

Gregar was shocked.

This little chubby dragon can actually feel other people's emotions through plasma invasion.

Gregar, on the other hand, can only speculate on other people's emotions by recording their reactions in a small notebook.

After talking about his troubles, Ilsa drooped his head, usually even his father or other male dragons would comfort him and give him food to make him happy.

But Gregar said, "When I get back, I'm going to eat the meatloaf that Grandma Bonnie gave you."

"why?"

Gregar looked up to the sky: "I learned to be jealous."

Ilsa was very shocked. He found that the big bad dragon was so unpredictable and unpredictable!

With coveted meat pies, the two dragons speeded up and soon reached the foot of the mountain leading to the center of the mountains.

"Are you ready?" Gregar reminded: "Through a ray of sky, you will reach a terrain that is not good for us. There may be Aowei's dragon clan ambushing inside."

Ilsa raised the corners of her lips and flexed her wrist confidently: "Ilsa will beat him to the ground soon."

Gregal added friendly: "There should be more than one Aoweilong warrior, and Naija may have set up an enchantment to restrict our actions. Once the barrier is triggered, I can still dodge, and you may keep hitting the wall during the retreat."

Ilsa immediately took a step back when she heard the words, and looked at the big bad dragon obediently: "Come on, Brother Gary, Ilsa will always stand here waiting for your triumphant return."

With a smile on his face, Gregar grabbed Ilsa's wrist with one hand and forcibly dragged the little dragon into the sky.

After crossing a line of heaven, it suddenly became clear that there was no enemy ambush.

At the same time, Aiden also sent spiritual guidance, and he found a more precise location of Naija, about north of the center of the mountains.

"From the perspective of the terrain, there may be an ambush ahead." Gregar responded to Aiden through a spiritual connection: "They guessed that we would track it down here. The distribution of the mountains ahead is very conducive to Naijia's cooperation with a group of dragon warriors."

Aiden responded immediately and asked them to stay for a while.

After a while of silence, Aiden conveyed the order: "Hino wants you to take Ilsa back to the island immediately, and then think of other ways. Don't deliberately break into the enemy's trap. Liu Guang asks you to protect Ilsa's safety."

In order for the sorcery to be strong enough to support the long-distance connection, only Gregar could hear Aiden's guidance.

So, Ilsa looked puzzled and watched Gregar slowly widen his eyes with a smirk, and the dark red pupils gradually filled with murderous intent.

This expression is a little scary.

"Jealousy doesn't seem to be a very good emotion." Gregar slowly turned his head to look at the little chubby dragon held in the palm of the elf and Liu Guang, and said quietly: "It will make me want to hurt the innocent young dragon."

Ilsa frowned and looked around, and nervously found that he was the only dragon beside the big bad dragon. Could this "innocent unlucky young dragon" be him?

"Issa just celebrated her 86th birthday." Issa immediately decided to throw off the burden of age and pretend to be an adult dragon.

"Let's go, Ilsa." Gregar put away his murderous aura instantly, turned and left: "The situation of the enemy ahead is unknown, and Hino asked us to go back and discuss countermeasures again."

Ilsa breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he turned to follow, Gregar suddenly stopped and said in a low voice, "There is movement."

Gregar raised his long tail in an instant to prepare for the battle. When he turned his head, he found that the little dragon was gone, but there was a strange weight on his shoulders. When he turned his head, he found that Ilsa had strangled his neck and grabbed his back. superior.

"What are you doing?" Gregar asked the fat dragon on his back in an unfriendly voice.

"Issa doesn't want to hit the wall." Irsa, who thought the witchcraft barrier was triggered, made an instant decision, and placed the burden of avoiding the trap on Gregar, a dragon.

"This is not Naija's aura." Gregar lifted the little dragon and threw it aside. With a flash of his figure, he reached the mountainside of the mountain in front of him in an instant.

under a big tree.

The girl hiding behind the tree is now concentrating on observing the two winged people down the mountain from a distance. She has never seen the dragon race, and only knows it from the stories told by her ancestors. This is a dangerous and cruel race.

She obviously didn't blink, but she found that the two dragon figures at the foot of the mountain suddenly lost one.

"Huh?" She leaned out half of her body in surprise, and stretched her neck to search for traces of another big dragon.

"Are you looking for me? Ma'am." The gentle and polite voice of the strange man suddenly rang in my ears!

"Ah!" The girl was so frightened that she fell to the ground, and the wild fruits in the bamboo basket scattered all over the ground behind her.

It's the dragon, the one with the bigger dragon wings!This man was obviously still at the foot of the mountain just now, but he actually appeared beside her at this moment!

The girl was so frightened that she couldn't make a sound. The dragon's eyes were dark red, and it was...smiling at her, but it was strange that his smile didn't make her feel friendly, but instead made her unable to judge his authenticity. Emotions are like wearing a mask.

"Please don't kill me..." The girl finally recovered her voice, she slowly unloaded the bamboo basket behind her, and held it tremblingly to Gregal: "All these wild fruits are for you... Please don't kill me! "

"Are you Naija's sentry?" Gregar didn't pick up the bamboo basket.

"What... I'm not a sentinel. I'm a villager in the mountains. This is the first time I saw..." The girl pointed to the huge dragon wings behind Gregar: "Wings, are you dragons? Please don't eat me, these... These fruits are very sweet, can I give them all to you?"

Realizing that she was a Tomi, Gregar shook his head and replied, "Go home ma'am, this place is not safe. Once a battle breaks out, you will be affected."

The girl finally breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the words, and was just about to flee here with a bamboo basket in her arms when a long white hand suddenly stretched out from behind the big tree beside her, took the wild fruit she handed in, gently put it into the bamboo basket, and then Take her whole bamboo basket away.

girl:"???"

"Give her back the bamboo basket, Ilsa," Gregar ordered.

There was no movement.

"Would you like to trade Grandma Bonnie's patties for this basket of berries?" Gregar warned.

The bamboo basket was slowly handed back to the girl's arms.

"Go." Gregar turned and prepared to leave.

The girl behind him suddenly asked in a low voice: "Are you a kind dragon warrior, sir?"

Gregar turned to look at her suspiciously.

The girl mustered up her courage and looked into his eyes curiously: "I heard that not all dragons want to kill us. A long time ago, there was a dragon warrior with red eyes who saved our tribe. He is our hero. Heard he's more handsome than all the men in the tribe, I guess it's like..."

She looked at Gregar timidly, and wanted to say "just like you", but suddenly saw a boy's head poking out from behind the tree beside him, and a pair of clear vine-purple eyes stared at her curiously.

The girl was stunned for a moment.

After Gregal raised his hand and pushed Ilsa's head back to the tree trunk, he responded softly: "Many Yanlongs have red eyes, you mistook the dragon."

After speaking, he was about to take Ilsa back to the island again, but he heard the girl mutter in a low voice with regret: "Lena said that the hero would definitely come to save us, I thought you were the one she said..."

Ilsa felt Gregar's hand grabbing her wrist suddenly tightened!

Pain...pain pain!Ilsa is crazily pulling the claws of the big bad dragon!

Gregar stood there, stunned for ten seconds, and said in a low voice: "You misunderstood the dragon." Then he walked away again, Ilsa fell backwards, and was dragged forward by Gregar , Two long marks were drawn on the soil under his feet: "Issa wants to fly! Issa wants to fly!"

Not far away, Gregar seemed to be struggling in his heart, and stopped again. He didn't look back, and asked in a low voice: "Are you in trouble? Ma'am."

"Are you talking to me?" The girl caught up with her flatteredly, and looked uncertainly at the boy with purple pupils.

"Does Issa look like a lady?" The purple-eyed boy asked her fiercely.

The girl blushed: "You look more beautiful than the ladies in our tribe!"

Ilsa didn't understand, and asked Gregor suspiciously: "Is this a compliment?"

"Based on my recorded experience, this should be considered a taunt." Gregar replied regretfully.

"No no! I didn't!" The girl denied in a panic.

"Answer me." Gregar looked sideways at her: "Is she in trouble?"

"Who?" The girl was at a loss.

"Na..." Gregar hesitated to speak, and replied, "You, the tribe."

"Yes, sir." The girl replied with a sad face: "Recently, there have been many invisible barriers on Tianshan Mountain. If you accidentally bump into them, you may die. People in the village disappeared one after another. The patriarch said that Aowei must have noticed us. Tracks, ready to encircle us."

"Why don't you take refuge in Snow Deer?"

"We are Aowei's wanted criminals, Xuelu refuses to take us in."

After a while of silence, Gregor looked sideways at Ilsa: "You go back to the island first, I have some things to finish before leaving, don't worry..."

Before Gregar finished speaking, Ilsa had already taken off: "Goodbye, brother Gary, kind Ilsa will leave you half a patty."

Wait, there is a scam.

Ilsa's eyes froze, and she realized that the matter was not simple—couldn't the big, jealous dragon tell him to go back first, and then go back to complain to the elf that he fled in spite of the villagers?

"Why are you back?" Gregar looked at Ilsa who flew back suspiciously.

"Issa will never abandon the villagers."

"They are not your people, so what's the matter with the son of God of your kingdom of stars?"

"Hmph." Ilsa narrowed her long and narrow purple pupils, and exposed Gregar's plot with a smirk: "Then what does it matter to you, Marshal Snow Deer?"

Gregar: "..." This little chubby dragon must have been overfed, right?

Of course Lena was none of his business.