The paper man I raised is a dragon boss

The NPC Yuan Yuan walked through the forest wearing a black poncho and a hunter's straw hat, and his out-of-tune singing voice seemed a bit weird in the dark bushes.

He is very satisfied with the tasks assigned to him by the system.

Just taking a player and his little dragon cub out of this primeval forest is a breeze for an old hunter like him who has been in the jungle for more than ten years.

But this time the task was rated as SSS level, and the reward was so generous that the NPC next door almost cried, calling him lucky and lucky.

NPC Yuanyuan opened the map: "Well... the target person is already very close, there may be—"

His soliloquy stopped abruptly.

The cold raindrops hit the dead leaves on the ground, and the north wind howled through the forest, everything was so ordinary.

However, the hunter's sixth sense made him always feel that there was something watching him around, and the strong sense of danger even made his spine break out in a cold sweat.

He took off the shotgun from his shoulder almost immediately, retreated vigilantly to a giant tree, and stood firmly with his back against the tree trunk.

"Sand, rustle."

Those who watched him in the dark seemed to no longer want to pretend. The sound of his footsteps was calm and elegant, and it was extremely harsh in the sound of his rapid and heavy breathing.

He couldn't help swearing a bad word, and pulled the trigger suddenly.

"boom".

The loud gunshots startled Kazuki Asuka.

but--

"Sand, rustle".

The footsteps changed direction, not only did not stop, but like a powerful beast teasing its prey, it gradually cast a shadow, but did not show up, waiting to see the prey fleeing in panic and shouting.

"Who the hell are you?!"

The biting chill brushed against his neck, and after a slight tingling sensation, the NPC raised his hand and touched the ice pick that had been deeply embedded in the tree trunk by his neck, and a tiny line of blood on his skin.

If the ice pick was any closer, he would have turned into a corpse in the barren ridge by now.

The NPC in the game has considerable intelligence and authority. As an NPC who completes the system guidance to help the player, ordinary game characters will never hurt him.

There is no ordinary beast that can manipulate the ice pick, so the one who does it can only be——

It turns out that the SSS-level mission refers to this!

He met Violent Players, or Violent Cubs!

"You...you can't hurt me." He tried to explain to the violent maniac, "If you are a player, you should have received a prompt from the system. I am just responsible for taking you out of here."

"If, if you are a cub, have you forgotten the game convention that you can't hurt NPCs? You, you, you want me to submit an application, and let the system recycle you back into the furnace for rebuilding?!"

A slender figure appeared in the rain curtain not far away.

In the dim light, the NPC could only see the graceful jaw of the opponent.

"go on."

The other party's voice was deep and magnetic, as if he had been in a high position for a long time, so cold that there was no ups and downs.

"Forehead……"

"Is this a game?"

The figure gradually enlarged, and the sharp-edged cheek lines carved by the darkness became clear.

The three-dimensional and handsome facial features on the cold white skin are easily reminiscent of vampire nobles, but the charming golden phoenix eyes and short silver-white hair clearly show his identity.

"Are you—" the NPC's eyes widened, "that little dragon cub?"

It shouldn't be, how could the system make such a mistake, how could the cubs assigned to the players grow up to human form so quickly...

The golden phoenix eyes stared at him coldly.

Repeated calmly: "Is this a game?"

NPC: "...This must be a data error, I have to send a message to the system headquarters immediately."

A low laugh.

The NPC saw the opponent's abrupt Adam's apple roll up and down, and the next moment, the sharp cone of the ice edge touched his Adam's apple.

The slender and tall dragon in front of him was wrapped in a rainproof cloth ridiculously, but it made him unable to laugh out loud.

He felt the chilling killing intent spread all over his body like a substance, making him tremble crazily.

"Is this a game?"

The NPC parted its lips tremblingly.

"...This, this, of course this is a game."

Nan Xiao felt that this sleep was very restless.

Sore neck, sore waist, sore legs, sore everywhere.

The young man who was unconscious in his sleep couldn't help thinking: It would be great if he could lie down and sleep instead of vigil...

"Sand, rustle".

Nan Xiao curled his lips, his voice was hoarse and obedient amidst the sleepiness: "Cub...don't make any noise."

A good-smelling cold fragrance suddenly approached his nose, like a cold citrus smell, fresh but not too bitter, he couldn't help but take a deep breath amidst the turbulent mud smell after the rain.

The body suddenly flew into the air, as if a pair of hands were firmly hugging him horizontally, one was wrapped around his shoulder, and the other passed through the bend of the knee, leading him somewhere.

After being beaten by wind and rain all night, his cold body made him approach the heat source unconsciously.

Han Yuan lowered his head and looked at the person in his arms.

The young man's complexion was pale, his usually rose-colored lips had lost all color from the cold, and his soft hair was wet by the rain, sticking to his forehead and temples.

Like a poor little animal, it naturally buried its head into the crescent of his neck, and its breath beat against his skin like a feather was flicking.

When he heard the youth say that someone would take them out of here yesterday, he had an intuition that there was something wrong.

It just so happened that the gunshot wound he had suffered before was almost healed, and the power that had been sealed by something seemed to have recovered a bit, barely enough to maintain his human form for a few days.

I went to have a friendly exchange with the self-proclaimed NPC, and sure enough, I asked something.

He really got into a holographic cub raising game for no apparent reason, and the person in his arms was the "master" who picked him up and raised him.

Han Yuan's icy pupils narrowed slightly, and his eyes touched the young man's undefended arms around his neck, but the coldness in his eyes faded unconsciously.

He carried him into the tent, covered him with a cotton cloth, and just stood up——

"Cub, you're disobedient and making trouble for me... It's late at night, why don't you just sleep well—"

Nan Xiao yawned, sat up rubbing his eyes, his vision was still blurry, he habitually reached out and touched the side, trying to arrest the mischievous kid who disturbed his sleep.

He quickly touched something, but it was not the familiar smooth and soft scales.

The young man's almond eyes widened in bewilderment, and he continued to touch in disbelief.

Until the wrist was suddenly held back and clasped in the palm.

He raised his eyelids and looked over.

A pair of slender and well-defined hands were encircling his wrists, and his eyes moved upwards to see a man wearing a black raincoat, a hunter's straw hat, and carrying a shotgun.

With a handsome appearance, golden eyes and silver hair, he was so good-looking that he almost thought he was having some strange dream.

Nan Xiao suddenly remembered the system prompt from yesterday.

The system told him that an NPC would come to take him and Zai Zai away from this primeval forest today.

so--

He withdrew his hand abruptly, laughing dryly.

"You are that... Yuanyuan, right?"

◎The author has something to say:

NPC Yuan Yuan: Fart——he’s a counterfeit——he’s violent——he robbed my clothes to replace me——

The next chapter will start to enter v, my dears, thank you for your love ~ Han Yuan will soon become a dragon cub again, and can only transform into a human form from time to time ~