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The juvenile fire dragon in the palm of his hand is completely composed of compressed flames, and his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, legs, claws, and wings are all delicate. Even the scale lines on the body can be clearly seen. The eyes solidified by the flame are as bright as gems and full of life.

There is no doubt that this is a real dragon.

Dragon!

The fire dragon conceived by Liszt himself devoured the entire phoenix feather before hatching it from the state of magical fire.

"Oh roar!"

Seeing Liszt staring at it, the young fire dragon seemed to be a little dissatisfied, and opened its mouth to shout. Its voice is very small, and it feels like it is roaring, but it is actually similar to the scared barking of a little milk dog, and the milk sound is milky. But Liszt could feel its emotions faintly.

The very vague emotions are much weaker than the spiritual connection after the contract elves.

But barely able to discern the meaning of emotions.

"Little fire dragon, what kind of form are you?" asked Liszt in a low voice, not expecting it to answer, but more of a self-question.

He was curious about the difference between the current little fire dragon and the real adult dragon - in terms of composition, the adult dragon was flesh and blood, with bones and muscles, but the little fire dragon was condensed by flames and had no flesh and blood.

I didn't feel the magic of the fire dragon from the little fire dragon, as well as the power of the dragon.

It was as if it was really just a flame, a flame composed of its own fighting energy, but there was a clear boundary between the flame and the fighting energy.

This boundary determines that it is an independent individual.

An individual with a soul and a mind.

"Oh roar!"

The little fire dragon decisively did not understand what Liszt was asking, it called out an insignificant sound, and then flapped its wings and made a motion to fly. However, it is inseparable from Liszt's palm, and it seems that its body is still connected with Liszt's fighting spirit.

During this period of time, Liszt's body had barely developed a part of his fighting spirit.

He tried to run the Dou Qi and found that he could run it again, and even affect the little fire dragon. As soon as he absorbed it, the little fire dragon quickly turned into a ball of flame and sucked it into the meridians. Then he felt a faint emotion of anger in his mind, and the little fire dragon was very unhappy that he was sucked into the meridians.

So Liszt let it out again, the flames condensed, and the little fire dragon reappeared: "Oh roar!"

It seems to be scolding Liszt.

"I feel that this guy is too vegetable, he doesn't have the majesty of a dragon at all, is there something wrong?" Thinking about it, he suddenly stretched out his other hand, pressed down his index finger with his thumb, and slammed the little fire dragon with a snap of his fingers.

Smack!

Real touch, the fingers felt like they were bouncing on top of a soft piece of flesh, bouncing the little dragon's head up at once, and then the whole body fell crookedly on the palm.

The little fire dragon waved its limbs, struggled to get up, opened its mouth and screamed, "Oh roar!"

Then, a small flame erupted from its mouth and spewed at Liszt's hand, which was still snapping its fingers, but the flames touched Liszt's fingers without any burning effect.

I don't feel it at all.

Finding this, the little fire dragon was very disappointed, and even the "oh roar" cry was a little weaker.

So Liszt took out a piece of thick skin paper and stretched it out in front of the little fire dragon: "Come, breathe a mouthful of flames." He used the vague emotional connection to give orders to the little fire dragon in the same way that he gave instructions to the elves.

The little fire dragon tilted his head and was stunned for a moment.

Only then did he suddenly open his mouth and spit out flames.

The flame instantly pierced the thick paper, turning half of the thick paper into fly ash, and there was no sign of burning, so the process from paper to ash was directly completed.

The temperature in the room rose a few degrees again.

"The power of the flame is good, but it is a little small, and it does not have the nature of permanent engraving, this is not the real magic of the fire dragon. The little fire dragon is not a real baby dragon, and its current state is very wonderful, it seems to be somewhere between the magic fire and the real fire dragon?"

Liszt grabbed it with his left hand, grabbed the little fire dragon in the palm of his hand, and enjoyed a ball of soft meat.

Looking at the mighty little fire dragon, he couldn't resist his claws at all, so he could only scream "oh roar" in a hurry. Liszt didn't stop at all, he still remembered the intense pain he brought to himself when the magic power fire devoured the phoenix feather before—even if it was a dragon, it was unbearable to bully an honest person like this!

Without waiting for the little fire dragon to react, he used his Dou Qi again, and directly collected the little fire dragon into the Dou Qi meridian.

The little fire dragon was very angry in the meridians, and insisted on going out, but it couldn't resist Liszt's fighting energy, and with the fighting energy, it was stuffed all the way into the meridians of the heart - this meridian was very wide, and it was also the place where the magic fire chose to live before, which was very suitable for imprisoning the little fire dragon.

"Oh roar!"

In his heart, he could hear the roar of the little fire dragon, like a dog that had been trampled on.

His face had regained his ruddy appearance, his stomach was a little hungry, but his mood was very entangled: "This is definitely not the fire dragon I want, this kind of color is not worthy of being called a dragon at all...... It doesn't look like a majestic dragon under the Dragon Knight's seat at all!"

So this is in huge contrast with his expectations of the dragon, and he can't accept it for a while.

took out the dragon seed milk in the gem space, drank it dry, and then took out the roasted demonic beast meat, and devoured it again, finally soothing the hunger caused by the exhaustion of the previous fighting spirit. With the continuous peristalsis and absorption of the body's stomach and intestines, nutrients are added to the cells, regenerating and producing Dou Qi and filling the meridians.

The vindictive spirit he had lost quickly recovered was half smaller.

At this time, he tried to cooperate with the magic fire to cultivate and transfer the fighting qi to the little fire dragon, and found that although the little fire dragon was very angry, he honestly absorbed the fighting energy, and then discharged the magic impurities and mixed it with his fighting energy—still creating dragon fighting energy.

And it's faster, and the efficiency is more than several times higher.

It's just that.

The consumption also increased more than tenfold, and the little fighting energy that was replenished soon fell into a dry state—the dragon fighting energy produced was not one out of ten.

"This ...... Originally, I had to raise two mouths by myself, but now, I have to raise several mouths by myself! The appetite of the little fire dragon is also too big, how can I raise it?" He took out the dragon seed milk and monster meat again, continued to eat to supplement nutrition, and took out a magic potion.

After taking the potion, he found that the increased fighting spirit still couldn't fill the huge appetite of the little fire dragon.

With the little fire dragon that can be devoured by the fighting energy, he finally calmed down, stayed in the heart position, and enjoyed the constant surging fighting energy. But soon it was cut off from the supply of fighting energy, and Listera stretched his face and was upset: "I can't provide for it like this, and no amount of fighting energy can satisfy its appetite." ”

He himself has to continue to cultivate, he has no fighting spirit, and he still cultivates a fart.

For the first time, he didn't look forward to raising a dragon so much, he was really frightened by the dragon's appetite, and he still didn't know if it was a super small mini dragon with a young dragon.

At this moment, he looked up, and suddenly noticed that the clock on the wall was already pointing to half past twelve.

The New Year's Day has passed.

"That's right, Smoke Mission!"

He quickly suppressed the irritability in his heart and called out the smoke task: "Complete the task and reward the little fire dragon in the form of fire." ”