Zhu Minglang bit his finger and quickly drew a picture mark on the forehead of this little young dragon cub, which was the spirit covenant, and it was signed with this dying soul.

The little cub basically didn't have any refusal, and its internal organs were all shattered, and it probably didn't have any strength to resist.

Its soul was implicated with Zhu Minglang under the signing of this spiritual covenant, and after success, Zhu Minglang immediately sent it into his spiritual domain, so that the spiritual energy in the spiritual domain could continue to breathe for it.

It's actually very dangerous.

The little cub is a dying life, and after the spirit contract is signed, if it does not survive, it is equivalent to the death of Zhu Minglang's dragon pet, and the spirit date is broken.

Once the spiritual covenant is broken, it will backlash against Zhu Minglang heavily, not to mention the pain of his soul, this spiritual covenant will also be completely necrotic and cannot be repaired.

The Broken Spirit Covenant can no longer be signed with other dragons.

Zhu Minglang only has three spiritual covenants now.

Since you want to become a dragon herder, it is taboo to lose an important spiritual covenant in the process of growing up.

But some life, it itself glows with an indescribable brilliance, which makes Zhu Minglang really difficult to ignore.

Or did it.

Even if there is a sacrifice, Zhu Minglang hopes that the little cub in his arms can survive, it is so eager to stay in this world, even if most of the short life is torture and pain.

......

It was already night, and Zhu Minglang felt that the old gentleman should be in the Dragon Storage Palace.

Flying to the Dragon Storage Palace, Zhu Minglang pushed open the door, and saw the old gentleman lying on the rattan chair at a glance, drowsy.

"Mr. Wu, help me save it. Zhu Minglang didn't say a word, opened the spiritual realm, and put the little cub in front of Wu Lao.

Mr. Wu was shocked by Zhu Minglang's voice, and what caught his eye was a bloody cub, whose bones were about to break, and his appearance was no different from a roadside dog corpse!

Mr. Wu's first instinct was to lay the cub flat, and then use his spiritual power to turn it into a small cloud as warm as hot spring steam, protect the little dragon cub, and then immediately knead its bones so that the blood can circulate.

"Go to the recuperation pavilion and fill a bucket of healing spring water in a wooden barrel, quickly!" Mr. Wu said to Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang didn't dare to delay, and immediately ran towards the recuperation pavilion.

After signing the spirit contract, the pain of the little dragon cub was also transmitted to Zhu Minglang's mind along the implication between the souls, and Zhu Minglang only tasted less than one-tenth of the soul feedback, which was already a little unbearable.

With the fetters and involvement, Zhu Minglang didn't want the little dragon cub to die like this, so he found the wooden barrel, filled it with healing spring water, and rushed back again.

......

The night is deeper, in the Dragon Storage Palace, a small head is curiously gathered in front of the stage, they look at the little dragon cub lying on it in confusion, watching it open its eyes, close its eyes again, and not long after opening its eyes again......

Finally, Mr. Wu wiped the sweat from his cheeks with a cloth covered with blood, and he asked Zhu Minglang to pick up the little cub and let its body completely soak itself in the wooden barrel filled with the healing spring.

"Good thing you arrived in time. Mr. Wu let out a long breath and continued, "Otherwise, I'll go back to sleep." ”

"Can you survive?" Zhu Minglang said with some worry as he looked at the little dragon cub who was in a completely comatose state.

"Hmph, if you can send it to me, I can make it live if there is air. Mr. Wu said.

"On the first day I arrived at the Dragon Training Academy, I saw that you were always a living immortal. Zhu Minglang said with sincere admiration.

"You are also fooling around, a dying young dragon, if you die, will there be fewer creatures dying every day in the big forest, and the young dragon can't die, right, you almost have your own future!" Mr. Wu said in an aggravated tone, very disapproving of Zhu Minglang's behavior.

After understanding the situation, Mr. Wu really didn't know what to say about Zhu Minglang, a student.

Dragon herder, the soul is very important, if you want to go further, the spirit covenant must not be broken, it affects not only a dragon, but also related to the growth of the dragon herder himself.

"It's a special case. Zhu Minglang smiled bitterly.

"Keep a vigil tonight, I'll go back to sleep. By the way, you go back and settle the account, Liaoyang Pavilion is not an almshouse. Old Mr. Wu pounded his waist and walked towards the outside of the Dragon Storage Palace.

Zhu Minglang hurriedly saluted and thanked him, people once again helped him a lot, and it was of course incumbent on him to keep a vigil for the elderly!

"Oh, do you know what breed it is?" Walking to the door, Wu Lao appeared and suddenly turned back to Zhu Minglang and said.

"I don't know yet. Zhu Minglang replied.

"You don't even know what a dragon is, so you signed a spiritual covenant...... Count your kid as a good fortune, after it wakes up, feed it some nanmu juice, just to recreate emerald blood. Mr. Wu barely smiled.

"Isn't it the dragon of the green forest or the dragon of the forest?" Zhu Minglang said in surprise.

"It's a lot stronger. ”

After speaking, the old gentleman had already arrived at the door, and there were several particularly clingy little young spirits following the old gentleman, but they were quickly murdered by the old gentleman.

Zhu Minglang said goodbye to the Tao and closed the door of the Dragon Storage Palace.

After patrolling around, the young spirits were still as noisy as before, and they would not be willing to sleep unless they were screwed back into their nests and closed.

It wasn't until the second half of the night that the young spirits fell asleep completely, and the Dragon Storage Hall finally quieted down at this time.

Zhu Minglang walked to the barrel and looked at this little cub, wanting to see from it what Mr. Wu said was extraordinary, but Zhu Minglang looked bloody when he saw it, and it was estimated that only when it was fully recovered would he be able to distinguish its difference.

......

As winter begins, the frost hangs all over the Dragon-Taming Academy, hanging on the leafless branches, scattered among the bushes, and covering the small courtyard.

Zhu Minglang stretched his waist and found that he was the first to get up today, and his classmates seemed to be still hiding in the bed, and even the most diligent Li Shaoying couldn't see him training young spirits there.

Zhu Minglang is also sleepy, but there is no way, he has a lot of things to do recently.

First of all, he had to go to the foundry early in the morning to practice all his basic skills, which can only be diligent and persistent.

Fortunately, after being promoted to a real dragon herder, Zhu Minglang's physique is much stronger than before, and he finally doesn't have to drag his sore and tired body to wander around the painting boat every day to think about life.

Secondly, he still has a large amount of treasure in the dragon's lair, so he has to find a suitable place to sell the stolen goods and make himself rich, so that he can buy a little more high-quality nectar for Xiaobai, and he can also create the heavy armor he wants!