Bubbles were gurgling in the cast-iron cauldron, but there was thunder in the cave.

A man and a dragon were lying together sleeping, snoring one after another.

Damian is so tired these days.

After opening the store that day, hundreds of bottles of black dragon were swept away by enthusiastic customers within half an hour, and Damian depleted his inventory while earning nearly 10,000 gold, so he had to come back to work.

In the past three days, in addition to resting, Damian has boiled medicine, and has been making more than 200 bottles of black dragon pills day and night, which is already his limit.

Under normal circumstances, Damian could make fifty vials of black dragon in one day's work, and he could spare two days a week to go back to the dragon's crypt, after all, if he disappeared for too long, it would be suspicious.

In other words, the monthly output of black dragon is about 400 bottles, and according to the previous hot situation, this quantity is completely in short supply, so Damian has to embarrass himself, which is unsuccessful and exhausts himself.

The boiling sound in the pot slowly subsided, and Deathwing suddenly craned his head and looked that way.

Then he stuck out his tongue and licked Damian.

"Ah!!!!!!!!h

"How many times have I told you, don't lick me, especially lick my face! Don't you have a barb on your tongue in your heart!" Damian covered his face with his left hand, and struck the little black dragon's head with a staff in his right hand.

Deathwing bowed his head aggrievedly, and a whining sound came out of his mouth.

"Don't sell cute, okay, your body shape is not cute at all now, and you think it's as useful as when you were a child? Look at the fat on your waist!"

Deathwing is indeed growing well, if he was a calf when Damian came back last time, he is now a rhinoceros, and the hedron that Damian left here before was eaten by him!

Damian can now fully understand the feelings of those baby's mothers who buy high-priced milk powder from Australia every month, and they really can't afford it!

The price of Lorraine spars has risen again and again, and it is becoming more and more scarce, and last time Damian swept away almost all the shops selling spars on Mage Street, and in the end, the clerk Xiaomei looked at him with a very strange expression, and asked him if he wanted to build a large magic array, in a tone of interrogating criminals. Dami thought to himself, if you told you that this was food, would you immediately send me to a mental hospital.

However, with the massive consumption of hedrons, Deathwing has grown not only in size, but also in his intelligence, and Damian even thinks that he now has the IQ of a six- or seven-year-old human child. Damian was so sleepy just now that he asked Deathwing to call him an hour later, and he fell asleep regardless of whether he understood it or not.

I didn't expect him to understand, and he was quite punctual.

Dragons are truly magical creatures.

Damian got up and went to the crucible, stirred it with a spoon, and poured in the last few recipes, the smell of the ocean coming to his nose.

He had thought the smell of the sweet sea breeze was good, but after these three days, he vowed never to go to the beach again in his life.

But he still intoxicated and took a sip, it was all the breath of gold coins.

But when he looked back and saw Deathwing, his rare good mood was ruined again.

What about the breath of gold coins, anyway, no matter how much money it ends up in, it goes into this guy's stomach.

Deathwing didn't understand what Damian meant by looking at him, and crawled next to Damian, wanting to rub it coquettishly, but Damian hurriedly put his hand against his head:

"Don't, don't, your scales are pretty bad right now. ”

Seeing Deathwing's lost little eyes, Damian finally relented, and he took out a large piece of bison and threw it away. The little black dragon happily caught it and swallowed it in two or three bites.

"Eat slowly, choke carefully, and eat a balanced diet, go out and find some vegetarian food by yourself, if you are constipated one day, it will make me miserable, your feces are very important to me now." ”

In order to better collect the raw materials of black dragon, Damian specially designated an area for Deathwing as a toilet, but in the past few days, Damian has been too industrious and has used too much, and the excretion of the little black dragon is almost unable to keep up.

"Alright, I'm leaving, you can be at home by yourself. Damian finished packing the black dragon element, patted Deathwing's head, and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, the little black dragon stopped in front of him, with a reluctant expression.

When Damian saw him like this, he thought that this little guy was indeed a little pitiful, and he was kept in this place every day, although he had no worries about food and clothing, he didn't even have a playmate, and Damian didn't come often.

"Why don't you stay with him a little longer?" thought Dami reassuringly.

.........

"Left left, watch out for the left, it's going to hit the wall!"

"Slow down, slow down, too fast!"

"Pay attention ahead, what are you doing, do you think you F22 is still playing Cobra maneuvering!"

The dragon's crypt, which had been peaceful all day long, was filled with the howls of Damian's ghosts and wolves, and the noise was so loud that the red dragon Ahsan couldn't resist returning from hell and burning him with a bite of dragon fire. And the little black dragon was carrying him up and down happily.

That's right, they're flying.

After Damian decided to stay with Deathwing, they played for a while to pick up balls and hold frisbees (yes, he just kept dragons like dogs), Deathwing was in high spirits, but Damian found it boring, he watched the little black dragon sprint back and forth in the hole like a tank, and suddenly thought to himself that Deathwing's current size should be able to ride, right?

The idea of riding?

Dragon Knight, the childhood dream of countless boys, Damian still remembers watching "How to Train Your Dragon" produced by DreamWorks, and he became a nymphomaniac with the children in the entire movie theater, always saying that he was too handsome, too handsome.

Who doesn't want to gallop through the sky on the back of a dragon, who doesn't!

So without saying a word, Damian immediately climbed onto Deathwing's back, put his arms around his neck, and shouted, "Take off!"

Unexpectedly, the little black dragon actually understood what he meant, and kicked his back foot into the air.

So the two of them flew over the cave for half an hour, and in their previous life, they had to get motion sickness in a long-distance bus, but Damien did not feel any discomfort, a natural ace pilot!

"Okay, slow down, take a break, and glide slowly to that wall......" Deathwing did too many difficult moves, and Damian finally got a little overwhelmed.

"Wait a minute, what's up ahead?" After slowing down, Damian suddenly noticed that there was a passage in the stone wall near the top of the cave.

Damian patted the little black dragon and motioned for him to fly over.

The black hole was much larger than Deathwing's, and even Damian looked down at the ground as an ant-sized skeleton that the red dragon Ahsan could pass through.

Before he came up, Damien had no idea that the cave was so high, hundreds of meters high, and of course he couldn't find that there was an exit hidden here.

"What's out there?" said Damien.