......

After this cruel cliff throwing, the cold-blooded young dragon staggered back to its soft nest, as if it was able to sleep more peacefully after the whole nest was its own.

Zhu Minglang witnessed the whole process and couldn't help but sigh.

Originally, I was going to steal this young dragon, but thinking about its cold-blooded and despicable nature, I suddenly lost the slightest interest.

Silently waiting for the vulture to hide in the pine trees, Zhu Minglang realized that he seemed to have created the perfect criminal environment for the little beast, and the vulture did not witness this scene.

It is estimated that when the mother dragon returns, it can still rely on these eagle vultures, but they are not optimistic about the little dragon cubs.

Zhu Minglang didn't linger long, it took advantage of the strong wind to slide down the vines from the top of the cliff, intending to leave this dragon cliff as soon as possible.

As soon as he landed, one after another faint barks sounded from a thorn, like an injured little milk dog, and Zhu Minglang realized that the dragon cub just now seemed to have been thrown underneath......

Didn't even fall to your death??

Zhu Minglang glanced up at the broken vines, and then at the thorn bushes.

After all, he couldn't bear it, Zhu Minglang walked up quickly, picked up the thorn bushes, and saw the little dragon cub covered in injuries at a glance.

The skin on its body is still very tender, the size is about the same as that of a small dog, and it is estimated that the bones are still very soft, and it did not die immediately after falling from such a high place, but struggled painfully in the thorny thorns.

The thorn bushes gave it some cushion and kept it from dying instantly, but it also pierced its delicate body hard, making it even more painful before dying......

Seeing the miserable appearance of this dragon cub, Zhu Minglang softened a little.

"I save you, whether you can survive or not depends on yourself. Zhu Minglang said softly to the dragon cub.

Zhu Minglang asked Xiao Bai to freeze those thorns, and at the same time relied on Bai Da's frost to slightly stop the bleeding wounds of this forest dragon cub.

Carefully took it out of the thorn bushes, I don't know why Zhu Minglang felt that this little creature would fall apart at any time, and when it fell down from such a high place, the bones inside must have broken a lot, and those broken bones pierced into the body, which was another kind of torture!

It stands to reason that such pain is not something that a little cub can bear at all, but this Senlong cub clenched its newly erupted teeth, and its small eyes flashed with a little unwillingness!

It doesn't want to die like this.

It is eager to survive.

In the past, seeing such a creature struggling in pain, Zhu Minglang felt that the most empathetic kindness was to pierce it with a sword and let it completely liberate.

Zhu Minglang actually wants to help this little cub get rid of it, because just looking at its somewhat deformed and bloody body is worrying!

Taking off his clothes, Zhu Minglang wrapped the little cub softly and hung it on his chest, Zhu Minglang grabbed Bai Yi's hind paws and flew in the direction of the Dragon Training Academy.

The wound was only treated extremely roughly, and those medicines actually didn't have much effect, but instead prolonged the pain before death, and Zhu Minglang felt that it couldn't last until the recuperation pavilion......

Soaring above the sea of leaves, the sky was still gloomy, the ice white dragon flapped its wings, and its size was still too small, it could only fly by the wind.

Blood seeped out along Zhu Minglang's clothes, the little cub didn't let out a painful moan, Zhu Minglang looked down at the little cub, thinking that it had no signs of life.

But Zhu Minglang saw its eyes.

The emerald vertical pupils still refused to close, obviously full of pain, but they didn't let go of their teeth.

Living so hard, why don't you give up, it's still so young?

Another world may be better than here.

"Bai Dao, can you be faster?" asked Zhu Minglang.

The Ice White Dragon waved its wings, and a gust of wind blew in the sky above the forest, blowing all the trees like seaweed in the waves.

Stepping on this gust of wind, the Bingchen White Dragon flew faster, and it didn't take long for its white dragon shadow to appear at the end of the ancient pine forest, and through the cedar forest, you should be able to see the plain and the Lichuan River.

......

At the top of the cliff, a giant dragon covered in moss slowly landed on the top of the cliff.

Standing on this high place, a distant white figure was reflected in the huge pupils of the forest dragon, and they were gradually leaving.

"Woo !!!!!"

The eagle vultures finally realized that the treasure house had been ransacked, and that the dragon's baby had been taken away by the thieves, and for a moment all the vultures hovered over the cliff in panic, and they were looking for the scent in mid-air, ready to chase the thief!

"Roar!!!," the forest dragon roared, and in an instant all the vultures were frightened into the canopy, not daring to make any more sound.

Hiding in the branches, the vultures shivered, fearing that the Mother of the Forest Dragons would bite them all to death.

At the feet of the forest dragon, the young dragon rubbed over and let out a very soft cry as if it were coquettish.

The dragon glanced down, its mouth open, and spat out a piece of flesh that had been kept in its stomach.

The forest dragon let out a cry of excitement and pounced on the piece of beast meat, and without the scramble, it no longer had to gobble it up like before, it could slowly wait for the meat to melt in its throat before swallowing it into its stomach.

The mother of dragons looked at the bite marks on the young dragon's forehead, and then at the white figure that was gradually moving away, but finally did not chase after her.

It slowly sank its body into the empty dragon pit and slowly closed its eyes......

It didn't take long for the well-fed young dragon to burrow, and the forest dragon didn't open its eyes, but raised its wings and wrapped the young dragon under its own wooden wings.

......

Beyond the forest, plains and rivers are already in sight.

The aura of this little cub wrapped in Zhu Minglang's clothes became weaker and weaker, and it stared at Zhu Minglang very hard.

"Why are you so troubled? ”

Zhu Minglang looked at its young eyes, unable to feel the anger in its heart, as if he was saying goodbye to his stranger, with a little reluctance and a little gratitude.

It can't hold up.

Even though it's hard and hard.

The injury was too bad, too bad.

Without the thorn bushes, it would die instantly, and life would be liberated.

But that thorn bush let it stay in this world for a short while.

This little meeting made the young it taste all the pain!

If there is an afterlife, it is better not to come here.

"Alas, I don't know if this method will work, so come to my spiritual realm. Zhu Minglang is still not so open after all.

Since we met, it can be regarded as fate.