Chapter 1121: Lost in the Oasis (3)

Somewhere, someday, someday.

"Brother, I'm so hungry," a little young dragon cried out coquettishly.

The scales on his body were like diamonds, showing a crystal-like crystal texture, and the edges of the scales were covered with a thin layer of white frost, making the dragon look like he was dressed in a white lin.

"Wait. The other young dragon replied, rummaging through the bushes with his paws. Unlike his brother, the dragon's scales resembled rubies, glowing with a fiery red glow, as if a flame was burning in them.

"Uh, found it. The young red dragon picked up a large, fat earthworm from the bushes. The earthworm had just been turned out of the dirt and writhed painfully under the stimulus of the air.

"Hey~ it's disgusting!" the white young dragon couldn't help but exclaim, "Please don't tell Sù Xianvia, this is the dinner!" "Stupid, we won't eat this." The red dragon cub grinned, "But we're counting on it for dinner." The white young dragon tilted his head and asked, "What?" Ten minutes later, on the bank of the river.

The red dragon tied the small earthworm with a vine, and the other side of the vine was tied to the branch. He threw the vine that bound the earthworm into the river, and the branch at the other end was firmly stuck in the dirt to prevent it from coming loose.

"It's all right, the next thing is to wait. The red dragon cub sat on a boulder on the riverbank.

"The sun is going down. The white dragon sat down beside his brother.

"I know. But this is the time for the fish to come out and feed, and if you are quiet and don't scare the fish away, we can have dinner. The red dragon whispered in a low voice.

"Hmph" and his brother fell silent, waiting boredly. But dragons are always active creatures, and they can't stand loneliness. After sitting for less than half a minute, the white young dragon noisily scratched its body with its little paws, scratching its head for a while and scratching its back for a while: "There are a lot of mosquitoes here." "Don't lie, you're a cold-blooded animal, so mosquitoes won't bite you." The red young dragon said coldly, "Be quiet for me, just wait a little longer." "Hmph—" The white dragon held back and waited quietly. Fishing is a job of patience, but what he lacks most is patience, so the little white dragon has never succeeded in catching a fish, and the catch he relies on has always been his brother's money.

"But why is my brother so good at fishing?" asked the white dragon in a low voice, "Did you learn this from your father?" The red dragon replied in a low voice impatiently. He could have ignored his brother's questions, but he knew that if he continued to ignore them, he would ask more questions, and the twitter would only scare the fish away.

"Sure enough, that's the case—my father is so partial, why did he only teach this to his brother, but never to Xianvia?"

"Because you're always screaming to scare the fish away, it's no wonder you can catch a fish. The little red dragon said helplessly, and at the same time wrapped his tail around his brother's neck: "Shut up for me now, unless you want to go hungry tonight." "Oh," the little white dragon whispered.

Every time the little red dragon wrapped his tail around his brother's neck, it was a signal that his brother would definitely calm down. Although this is just a formality, the willful little white dragon may not listen, but his brother's tail has the unique warmth of the red fire dragon, when this tail wraps around the neck of the little white dragon, the little white dragon will feel particularly relieved, and will naturally calm down.

The night is low and the stars are shining. The hungry little white dragon looked at the starry sky boringly, and couldn't help but feel a little sour in his heart.

He thought about it for a long time, and finally took this opportunity to ask the question he had always wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask: "Will the elder brother and the queen mother not come back? The younger brother's words seemed to touch the little red dragon's sore spot, and he replied in a low voice: "If they want to go, they can go, I don't care." "Dragons have long lives, and their juvenile years are very long. It's not uncommon for many dragon parents to leave their children before they are fully grown up, so that their children can learn to be self-reliant.

However, the parents of the two little dragons did leave a little early, abandoning the two young dragons who were barely able to stand on their own and were very reluctant to protect themselves.

Irresponsible? maybe.

Unlike his younger brother, who has no head and no brains, Little Red Dragon knows a little more. He had occasionally heard gossip from other dragons, most of which were mocking the little red dragon. "Wild seed", "little mongrel", "dirty blood" - some dragons often use these unpleasant words. And the little red dragon knew that these words were all describing him. As a young man, he could not yet comprehend the true meaning of these words, but they were not pleasant to listen to in his heart.

Little Red Dragon vaguely understood the reason why his parents left their brothers prematurely - perhaps, his parents couldn't stand these gossips and ran away. So, in this lair, only the two brothers were left to rely on each other. Although his younger brother Xianwei is a clingy and willful little guy, as an older brother, he must take care of this troublesome younger brother.

Just as the little red dragon was indulging in the past, the fishing rod moved a few times. Under the faint light of the starry night, the water surface is constantly rippling. A fish has bitten.

"Xianvia, wake up!" the little red dragon nudged his brother a few times, "There's a fish bite, it's time for you to get out of the horse." "Uh-huh" The sleepy little white dragon opened its mouth wide and spat out white frost breath towards the water.

Under the extremely low temperature of the frost, the water surface quickly froze, freezing the fish that approached. Frozen in a whole piece of ice floe, there were more than a dozen fish, to say the least.

"Haha, big catch!" the little red dragon went over and picked up the ice cube, "This is enough to eat tonight, let's go, we'll go to the lair." "Oh!" replied his brother obediently, looking so hungry that he wished to eat the fish raw.

Half an hour later, in a dragon's den.

Dozens of fish stuck in branches around a campfire. They are almost roasted by the heat of the flame, and the natural fish fat slowly seeps out of the grilled fish and drips onto the ground with an enticing sizzling sound.

"It's delicious. The little white dragon couldn't help but stretch out his little paws to touch the grilled fish.

The little white dragon's claws were swept away by his brother's tail: "Wait a little longer! This fish is not yet cooked, and it will spoil your stomach if you eat it!" "But I'm so hungry" The little white dragon's stomach was already turned upside down. Although dragons don't eat for years and don't starve to death, his brother cooks for him every day, and the little white dragon is used to this feeling of eating two meals a day, and if he doesn't eat on time, his stomach will be troubled.

"I can't help it. The little red dragon put his mouth to the edge of the campfire and gently blew out the dragon's breath of the flames. He increased the heat of the flames, carefully grilled the fish for his brother, and he even had to use magic to control the flames so that they formed a vortex of flames.

The heat of grilled fish is actually very exquisite, too much heat will only scorch the fish, too little heat will take a lot of time, and the fish will also have the risk of being undercooked. To create a delicious grilled fish that is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, the little red dragon must control the process of grilling the fish with his own dragon flame, adjust the temperature of the flame to perfection, and even let the heat of the campfire wrap each fish in every direction so that they are evenly heated. This trouble is just to make the fish cook quickly so that my brother can have a full stomach.

"Well, it's delicious, my brother's grilled fish is so delicious. After another ten minutes, the little white dragon lay on the ground, contentedly eating the grilled fish. His belly was swollen with satiety, and the corners of his mouth were even dripping with fat.

"Eat more if it's delicious, and there's a lot more. The little red dragon sent another skewer of grilled fish to his brother, but he was slowly nibbling on a small skewer of the most charred and smallest grilled fish.

"Centvia has eaten enough, brother, don't you eat it? Why do you think you're eating the same fish when you eat and go?" The little red dragon replied indifferently, and at the same time quickly gnawed off the fish that was slightly bitter due to the burnt skewers in his hand.

It's unpalatable. Because he gave his brother all the well-roasted fish to eat, and the rest was unpalatable. But he's used to this slightly bitter taste, and that's what it tastes like failure. He didn't blame anyone, he knew it was because his ability to control the flames was not perfect. He will definitely do better next time and prepare better grilled fish for his younger brother and for himself.

"Brother, Xianwei is sleepy" The sleepy little white dragon snuggled up next to his brother and wanted to sleep.

"Really? Good night then. The little red dragon replied in a low voice, gently wrapping his tail around his brother's neck like before. The two dragons snuggled up to sleep by the stones and the campfire, and spent another day quietly.

Little Red Dragon's younger brother is attached to the warmth that comes from his brother, who is a fire dragon;

But for the little red dragon, his white dragon brother's whole body was as cold as ice, which made the little red dragon still tremble in his sleep.

Despite this, his heart never wanted to get rid of this coldness. Even though his brother's body temperature is as cold as frost, for Xiao Honglong, this is the body temperature of his family, and this is the only thing he can rely on at night after losing his parents. He has been working hard to make life better for himself and his brother. He thought that this life was all they had for the rest of their lives, and never doubted that this kind of life would change.

"Xian Wei likes her brother the most," the little white dragon muttered dreamily, waking up his half-asleep brother.

"My brother also likes Xianvia the most. The little red dragon also muttered in a low voice, as if to comfort his younger brother. Since it was really cold, the little red dragon spat out another dragon flame into the bonfire, making the fire even hotter. Then he closed his eyes, pretended to be fine, and fell asleep peacefully.

If only this kind of life could go on forever. And so on, forever. Brothers together, never separated.

But that's obviously not possible.