His eyes became extremely cold, and he no longer had the eagerness he had before, and Ink Marks stood up, and without looking at these elves, he walked outside.

After taking two steps, he noticed that his trouser legs seemed to be being grabbed, and he stopped, turned his head, and found that it was the slightly larger single dragon.

At this time, the single dragon grabbed the ink-stained trouser leg with his mouth and pulled it back vigorously, preventing him from leaving, and screamed pitifully with a "woo li woo li" sound.

The other elves also had pitiful looks in their eyes, trying to hold on.

However, at this moment, it seems that the ink marks who have figured out something don't eat the pitiful set at all.

Not only was he not moved by the elves' expressions, but he glared at them with that vicious gaze.

After the single dragon was so frightened by that emotionless look that he couldn't help but let go, and even took two steps back, Ink Mark walked into the valley with his steps.

Not to mention what Ink Mark thought of now, even if there was no such thing, he was not the kind of person who would be swayed by this kind of thing.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to do the kind of thing that other trainers regarded as taboo and abandon his own elves.

The valley is densely vegetated, and it is full of dragon elves, both juvenile and adult.

The lake has the Thorny Dragon King, the Poison Algae Dragon, the Hack Dragon, and so on; In the sky, there are tyrannosaurs, fast dragons, Tanabata bluebirds, sonic dragons, and so on; On the ground, there are fierce bite land sharks, twin axe battle dragons, slimy dragons (slippery dragons), and so on......

But Inkmark was completely unmoved now, just holding a Poké Ball in his hand, and kept walking deeper into the valley.

Completely ignore these countless dragon elves that can drive people crazy.

I don't know how long I walked in this valley, but when I walked through a dense bush, Ink Marks suddenly stopped.

He noticed what seemed to be movement between the bushes, but he didn't know if it was evil or good, so he was on guard.

A small head emerged from the bushes, a silvery-gray head, with a heart scale larger than the head.

The big eyes of the Heart Scale Treasure contracted for a moment at the moment they saw the ink marks, and then a trace of hesitation appeared, and finally the hesitation turned into firmness.

Heartscale jumped out of the bushes and walked towards the inkmark, this heartscale treasure was still very young, and even walked a little crookedly.

But the eyes of the Heart Scale Treasure were extremely firm, and he staggered all the way to the front of the ink mark.

Ink Marks stared at the young Heart Scaly with the eyes of a passer-by who was cold-eyed, wanting to see what the little elf was going to do when he approached him.

I saw Heart Scale Treasure walk in front of the ink mark, two small front paws grinding on the ground, a pair of big eyes showing a touch of pleading, and a childish cry came out of his mouth.

Seeing that the ink marks were indifferent, he even clasped his hands and put on a posture of watching a play, this heart scale treasure was anxious.

Heartscale took a step forward, biting down on the hem of Inkmark's trousers, and then tried to pull Inkmark in the direction of the bushes.

It's a pity that it's too young and too little strength to move the ink marks at all.

I can only scream in place in a hurry, and I am so anxious that I turn in circles.

Suddenly, Inkmark took a step, and his movement staggered Heartscale to the side, but Heartscale didn't care about himself at all, because it saw that Inkmark was walking in the direction of the bushes.

Getting up from the ground, the gray-faced Heart Scale Treasure hurriedly kept up with the pace of the ink marks, and his mouth was still making a "woo" sound.

Walking through the bushes, Inkmark's gaze was drawn to a giant elf lying on the ground.

It was a little elf covered in beautiful shiny scales, which formed a quadrangular shape at the end of the tail, and whose thick arms were also covered in scales.

This is a staff-tailed scalysaur, judging by the habits of this little elf, this staff-tailed scalysaurus should be the mother of the little scaly treasure.

"You want me to save it?"

Ink Marks turned his head, and he looked at the Heart Scale Treasure with a nervous expression and kept pacing in place.

As if he understood the words of the ink mark, there was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the Heart Scale Treasure, as if he was afraid that the ink mark would not be willing, and the Heart Scale Treasure nodded quickly.

"I can't save it, it's dead, dead."

Ink Marks glanced lightly at the staff-tailed scale dragon lying on the ground, and his tone did not fluctuate in the slightest to tell a fact that was extremely cruel in the ears of Heartscale.

The staff-tailed scaliosaurus lay on its back on the grass, lifeless, with a large wound in its chest, apparently fatal.

It was that wound that cost the staff-tailed pankylosaurus its life.

The wound had already begun to rot and stink, and even around the wound there were many white and fat maggots that were constantly wriggling and eating.

The hard scales that were originally extremely hard and had blocked countless attacks for the staff-tailed scale dragon in its life were now rotting and being constantly eaten by maggots.

Tears instantly filled the eyes of the Heart Scale, it understood the words of the ink mark, and it knew that its mother had left it forever.

But it doesn't want to believe that.

Heartscale whimpered and pulled out a tree fruit from a nearby tree hole that it had picked with great difficulty, ready to be shared with her mother when she woke up.

The young Heartscale Treasure placed the tree fruit beside the cane-tailed scalysaurus, and then lay on top of the cane-tailed scalysaurus's body, not caring about the disgusting and disgusting maggots, constantly whimpering and screaming.

It hoped that the human was lying to itself, and Heartscale's tearful eyes stared at the staff-tailed scale dragon with a look of hope.

I hope that my mother can suddenly wake up and look at herself, play happily with her, and teach herself a lesson when she is naughty......

Unfortunately, miracles don't happen.

The cane-tailed scale dragon had already become a cold corpse, and no matter how much the Heart Scale Treasure shouted, it was impossible to wake up.

Ink Marks stared coldly at the weeping Heart Scales Treasure lying on his mother's corpse, but such a sympathetic scene only earned him a sneer.

Then he turned around without the slightest nostalgia, and didn't pay attention to or comfort the heart scale treasure at all, and simply left.

It's just an illusion, can there be feelings?

For the scene that happened before, the only feeling in Moji's heart was disdain, deep disdain.

He actually told a lie to Heartscale.

That is, in fact, the staff-tailed scale dragon was not completely dead, and with its strong vitality, it still had its last breath.

But if you don't get immediate treatment, you're going to die.

But he deliberately said to Heart Scale Treasure that the Wand-tailed Scale Armor Dragon was dead, and as a result, Heart Scale Treasure's reaction made him laugh in his heart, this fantasy was really ridiculous.

The illusion in this dragon's lair is really realistic, whether it is the single dragon before or the heart scale treasure this time, the feelings revealed in those eyes are so real.

Realistically, even the ink marks can't help but stop and watch.

Still, he may stop, but he doesn't question it.

He believed that his judgments could not be wrong, that they were unreal, that they were just illusions.

Even if these illusions are incomparably real.

Therefore, he did not have the slightest sympathy for the Heart Scale Treasure.

Or perhaps, he was not someone to sympathize with in the first place.