"What is this?" Loki watched as Luke grabbed the milky-white, half-dog-sized dragon out of the jar and held it up in front of his eyes with its little wings like a chick.

"The dragon of life, with a strong life force, can share its life with its master." Luke shoved the dragon into Loki's arms.

"Wait, wait, don't move! Damn, doesn't it understand me?" Loki was clutched tightly by the dragon's limbs, and even with his clothes on, he could feel the slight pain of the delicate, but already sharp enough claws scratching his skin.

The little dragon was not at all as honest as it was in Luke's hands, but like an ADHD, he kept climbing on top of him, adjusting his position, as if trying to find a position where he was comfortable.

Eventually, Loki felt his head sink and glance up, and the little dragon took Loki's head as his nest, lying on his vigorous, neatly combed hair, and the claws of his limbs were like curled up cat's paws, huddled together, and the slender tail turned into a rope, which was wrapped around Loki's neck for fixation.

Loki tugged at the smooth, cold dragon tail around his neck a little uncomfortably, but didn't. This little guy's strength is surprisingly great. Of course, Loki would never admit that he was too weak.

"You'll have to teach it. It's still a blank slate, curious about everything." Luke looked at Rocky Road.

"With it, will I be able to beat that Hela?" Loki was a little eager to try, and he looked at Luke expectantly, eager to get an affirmative answer from his mouth.

"You're dreaming!" Luke unceremoniously discouraged Loki's expectations, "It's just a newborn baby dragon, you expect it to help you defeat Hela?"

Loki was stunned for a moment, his eyes and the dragon head that poked down looked at each other, with a blank expression: "Then what can it help me?" Am I going to raise it again?"

"It can keep you from dying." Luke said, "That way you don't have to worry about being killed by Hela."

"Can't you be stronger?" Loki was very impressed by what Luke said, but he was still a little dissatisfied. Obviously, to guarantee that he will not die, that is, he can only be a punching bag of flesh? He can't get rid of the identity of the five scumbags of war, so he can only be beaten, right?

"In that case, this dragon wouldn't be bad." Luke pointed to another ice crystal dragon in the jar that was spitting cold air and freezing the liquid in the jar. "It's a dragon created from a creature version of the Ice Box as its heart, and it's very similar to your bloodline, and it has good combat power when it becomes an adult, and can give you a good match.

If you're a fighter, I'd be happy to introduce you to such a combat partner. But I think with your character, you might be wasting your talent."

"Where's this one?" Loki looked at the last jar again, and the small dragon head horns in it were magnificent, revealing a kind of rage and rebelliousness from the momentum and eyes.

"Don't think about it, your brother may not be able to put it down, but if you say it, I'm afraid that the aftermath of its battle will take you away. You can't tame it." Luke bluntly snuffed out Loki's thoughts.

"Okay, okay, so let's do it? How am I going to raise it?" Loki looked helpless, but after thinking about it, he finally said unwillingly, "Is it really only one to choose? You can make an offer! I think these three cuties are pretty good. I want to give my brother one and put it on his account."

"What do you think this is? Wholesale Chinese cabbage? They're not that cheap." Luke taunts Loki's lion opening. "What's more, one is already your limit."

Seeing Loki's face full of disbelief, Luke said, "They are still young, they are still in the stage of absorbing nutrients, and the more nutrients they have at this stage, the faster they will grow and the more potential they will have. My suggestion is that it is best to let it swallow the highly concentrated liquid of life from an early age, and this new energy can be synthesized according to the proportion of energy of various psychic emotions.

I'll give you a cheaper, standard serving of a can, about a day's serving, and you only need to pay 1999 new currency. My advice is no

I can buy more at a time, and I can get a discount on the amount I buy for a few years."

"And its adulthood is calculated in thousands, of course, your way of cultivation will shorten its adulthood and allow it to develop earlier, but each stage is also counted in units of at least five hundred years. You don't have to worry that it will die sooner than you, it may be able to send away your son and grandson after sending you away. Of course, if you have a good relationship with it, you may be able to live as long as it."

"It's just a simple infancy. In adulthood, it also needs to be supplemented with more nutrients and more training, which also requires you to spend money. For the best training, my advice for this little money is, don't save.

I've written everything down in this manual, so you can read more."

Listening to Luke's blithe-light description of the costs to be borne at each stage, Loki went from being full of confidence earlier, gradually turning pale, and finally having no love. He looked at Luke like a drowning man in his final struggle, "Can I return it?" I don't think there's anything wrong with being slaughtered by Hela."

The little dragon grabbed Loki's claws and suddenly increased his strength, and the slender and powerful tail wrapped Loki's neck twice so hard that Loki couldn't breathe well, and naturally he couldn't speak.

"It likes you very much, come, sign this contract. The purchase price is already above, and a month's ration is given. What you buy is what you earn! Of course, if you still want to have a second one, that's fine." Luke pulled an Abyssal Contract out of the void, wrote a price on it, and handed it to Loki, motioning for him to sign it.

"One is enough." Looking at the price on the contract, Loki, who had always thought that he was quite rich, suddenly realized his poverty. It was only at this moment that he had a deep understanding of the words of Nick and the others.

No matter how rich you are, with Luke, you will always recognize your poverty.

There are too many good things, but too little money.

"I want a loan!" After Loki closed his eyes and signed his name, he broke the jar and said.

"No problem." Luke nodded cheerfully.

"Remember to send the bill to Thor Odinson!" Loki unapologetically tricked his brother, "It's like paying me for helping him with all these years." He bought a hammer, and I bought a dragon, isn't it too much?"