Si Yan.

The name of the very Destiny Child.

Yuebai turned her head back to look at Si Yan, who was staring at her, and introduced herself: "My name is Ji Man, Gray Dragon. ”

A look of astonishment flashed in the eyes of the teenager who heard the race.

In his mind, the Grey Dragons were clearly uncivilized, driven to be used as mounts or coolies.

Yuebai seemed to know what he was thinking, and explained: "The world is full of wonders. ”

As he spoke, he asked him again, "What kind of dragon are you?" ”

Si Yan lowered his eyes, and a look of pain flashed across his face.

"White Dragon."

These two words seemed to awaken the most painful part of his memory.

Yuebai thought to himself, I see.

If I'm not mistaken, the White Dragon was wiped out by the Blazing Clan a few years ago.

The White Dragon Clan is a powerful and beautiful race, and it is said that the soul power is very strong, but it's a pity.

System: [Burdened with a deep feud in the sea of blood, a very child of destiny]

After this topic, the two did not communicate.

Only the dragon cub would communicate with Yuebai from time to time, and the frog that had spit water at the beginning had returned to the girl's sleeve, very quiet.

Si Yan hugged his knees, looked at the jumping firelight in front of him, and didn't know what he was thinking, and from time to time there was the sound of Yuebai and the little dragon cub communicating in his ears.

"Manman, why is the fire, it's a jump and a jump."

He struggled to speak long sentences, lying on the white legs of the moon and sprinkling petty.

Yuebai touched the dragon's head, and his voice was cold: "Because he is a spiritual fire." ”

The dragon cub made a 'I see' sound.

Si Yan thought to himself, you didn't understand at all.

Because he doesn't understand either.

"You are still injured, you don't need to guard it, sleep with this, if you are lucky enough to walk to the tribe of Cuilong tomorrow, we will sleep in a serious place."

By the way, exchange some grass that can heal injuries with the green dragons who identify herbs.

Looking at Si Yan, who was covered with injuries all over his body, Yuebai thought silently.

I don't know if it's right to treat the Child of Destiny like this.

[Anyway, just raise it as a son] The system is coming up with a ghost idea again.

Rarely, Yuebai felt that what he said was a bit right.

Also, let's raise it as a son.

Xu was joined by the Son of Destiny in the team, and the desert, which had not been walked for a week, only walked for two hours the next morning before she discovered the traces of the tribe.

The wind-eroded hills and the sudden green in the middle of the desert are as unreal as a dying person seeing another world at the limit of his life.

Yuebai even suspected that he was hallucinating, but the dragon cub in his arms struggled to jump down and pointed to the fairyland-like green and said excitedly: "Long, long, long!" ”

In the dragon language, the best thing he learned was 'manman', so that whenever he was excited, the first thing he shouted was the most familiar word in his heart to express his excitement.

And Yuebai, the flower of the motherland that grew up under the influence of Marxism, is different.

The words she uses to express excitement are simpler.

"Wo Cao—"

The strange tone that he had never heard before caught Si Yan's attention, and although he was also excited, the teenager, who was good at suppressing emotions, did not show it, and was quickly attracted by his more curious Yuebai.

"What does that mean?"

Si Yan, who hadn't opened his mouth all day, suddenly spoke.

Yuebai glanced at him and thought to himself that he was really a curious child.

Then he explained with a serious expression: "It's a word you can't know. ”

Si Yan didn't speak, but stared at Yuebai with black eyes, as if asking-

Why?

Yuebai looked up at the sky, and her voice suddenly became ethereal.

"Because your hair hasn't grown yet."

The little kids' families don't learn well.

System: [........]

Si Yan was puzzled: "The dragon clan doesn't grow hair. ”

Yuebai blinked, and said-

She picked up the dragon cub, who was excitedly holding her legs, and lifted one of his legs to look at it.

Scales fall from one's eyes.

[Not really]

Si Yan's face turned red in an instant.

He stayed with the slave trader for a long time, and every time in the dead of night, the animal slave trader would find a beautiful female slave to do that thing or trick the handsome young man into pretending to be good to him, and then trick into the other party's tent at night, and do that kind of reluctance, and from time to time he could hear the voice of Si Yan disgusted and wanted to die on the spot, naturally, even with himself he had a kind of physiological disgust.

“...... No, you can't. ”

Si Yan said in a low voice.

With a confused face, the dragon cub who cooperated with Yuebai to lift up the other leg looked at him with Yuebai's big innocent eyes.

There was no evil thought in the eyes of either of them, and they were clear.

Yuebai put the dragon cub down, walked over to look at Si Yan's ugly face, and asked, "What's wrong?" Uncomfortable? ”

The dragon clan has always been open, but it is rare to see such a shy child as Si Yan.

Si Yan pursed his lips, dodging Yuebai's gaze.

"Let's go, it's going to get dark later."

Yuebai looked up at the big sun that was so hot that it could roast a dragon to death casually.

Seriously? Have time to find a wizard to show him the eyes?

Forget it, just the method of bloodletting treatment, a little blind and completely blind.

And Si Yan over there was ashamed of his dirty thoughts.

She was different, she was different from the slave traders.

"Good grass—"

"Take a look at the guests over there, there's a lot of juice to needle the cactus—"

"Slaves, healthy slaves!"

The Cuilong clan lives in the oasis of the desert, and this desert is the only way to go to the Treans, so there is a lot of population flow here, and there are already smart Cuilong who have become hawkers, looking for something fresh to have fun.

The desert is the best refuge for this race, but it also imprisons them.

Once they go out, they may get lost in this unforgiving desert and never come back, so they are full of curiosity about foreign things.

"Hello, can I take a look at this robe?"

Passing by a green dragon girl's stall, Yuebai saw the robe in the middle at a glance.

"Ah, I knit it myself, of course you can see it."

The little girl of the green dragon looked at the little black dragon in Yuebai's arms with a curious expression, and when she saw those beautiful green eyes, she felt good.

The emerald dragon family loves all things green.

Yuebai, who was very satisfied with the robe, nodded a few herbs on the side: "I want this robe and those herbs." ”

The girl nodded: "Of course." ”

Yuebai took out two round emeralds with a glow from her arms and handed them to the girl.

"Can you see these two?"

"Yes, of course." Looking at the two well-colored stones, the girl found a bundle of hemp rope and tied up all the herbs that Yuebai wanted, and turned out a few plants from the small wooden box behind her.

"These are for you, your companion is injured, plus these few plants will heal faster when applied to the wound."

Yuebai's eyes lit up.

"Thank you."

The girl smiled shyly.

As he was leaving, the dragon cub turned his head to look over, and the girl with a small flower on the end of her hair sat quietly in the corner, leaning over to add something new to the empty stall, as if sensing his gaze, and the girl raised her head and smiled at him in a friendly way.

It's not very good-looking, but it's the only memory of Xiao Yinghuai in the future, when he occasionally recalls Cuilong, a race that has been submerged and brutally eliminated in the long river of history.