The dragon, which had completely condensed back into its original body, slowly approached the fallen boy.

The 8 black thorns around his body have not been liberated, and they are still spinning at high speed, ready to use the fastest speed to cool the young man on the ground.

"Hey, little ghost, wake up."

The dragon's shadow slowly passed over the boy, enveloping him completely.

Until the scales on Gyin's chest had touched the boy's curls, he still didn't wake up.

"It's really unvigilant." Gyin reluctantly withdrew his spikes, this kind of guy who had no desire to fight, he really couldn't be interested, but the appearance of the young man who didn't know where he had seen it made him feel familiar.

He touched the young man's weak body with his huge claws.

Like a loach.

Soft and tumble.

With a little effort, he turned the boy over.

The handsome face of a young man that catches your eye.

Coupled with his white snow-like skin, it was even a little dazzling.

After closing his eyes, the anger in his eyes was missing, and the boy's whole face became a lot more attractive.

At least it's a little more comfortable than the bitter and hateful look just now.

It was only now that the dragon took a serious look at the boy's appearance and costumes.

Leather, a thick fur shawl, a cuirass made of fine iron, and navy blue trousers with extremely tight legs and excellent quality, there are patches of different colors of coarse linen on them, which should have been forced to be worn later.

This reminded the dragon of a story he had heard before, as the illegitimate son of a famous family, he had been in the family for a period of time, and then his father died, and the children of the head of the family began to kill each other for the family property, and his biological mother brought him back to his hometown for the safety of the boy.

As a result, in order to obtain the king's title and let his mother live a better life, the young man accepted the commission and went to the snow-capped mountains to hunt the demon dragon, but never returned.

How similar!

This brings this little ghost into the story.

"Oh, poor little ghost."

Use your paws to gently push away the hem of the juvenile leather.

I saw a two-handed sword pinned to the young man's waist, shining with its azure light.

The delicately carved blue crystal is attached to the root of the sword body in long strips, giving this very bold blue sword a chilling temperament.

Although the hilt of the sword tied in burlap looked a little worn and thin, the combination with the wide blade made people feel extremely discordant.

But the gap at the end of the hilt of the linen binding sword revealed a luster as bright as the crystal of the sword.

If you were to summarize this sword briefly, it would be like a cold wind with ice crystals in the depths of an extremely cold cave.

And Gyin rubbed his chin lightly at this time, "It's a little strange.,This little ghost just cut out a fire-type blade.,But this sword.。。 ”

Thinking of this, Gyin continued to flip the boy around, until he finally felt a bulge on his leather back.

"Found it."

From the gap in his breastplate, Gyin stretched out two tiny tentacles of filthy slime and slowly felt through the back of the boy's neck into the leather.

He took the sword out with its scabbard.

Pulling out the sword, the simple but well-made short blade made Gyin's eyes light up.

"This sword is the sword that the young man who appeared at that time,"

Gyin remembered the image before he fainted, in which the boy carried his sleeping mother up the mountain alone to fight the dragon.

It reminds me of the story of the missing dragon slayer boy five hundred years ago.

"This little imp can't really be the protagonist of that dragon-slaying story I heard five hundred years ago, right?!"

Then he shook his head and denied himself, how is this possible, how can human beings live for 500 years, hahaha.

Of course, the filthy dragon is still in a very complicated mood.

The imp that appeared in front of him was so similar to the experience of the protagonist of the story that he had repeatedly tasted during his five hundred years of sleep.

The boy's costume is obviously not the costume of a Liyue person, so he is a man from Mondstadt, so to speak.

The boy broke into the snowy mountains alone.

Now we meet again on the other side of this snowy mountain.

Could it be said?

Did he cross the entire snow-capped mountains with a sword alone?!

Even if Ge Yin used to be a character who was not afraid of the sky, the earth, and the dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, he couldn't help but admire the young man.

"This little ghost is indeed interesting."

Looking at the young man on the ground who could be called a legend at this time, his lips were blue and his cheeks were purple because of the wind and snow, and Ge Yin rarely gave birth to a trace of compassion.

He then lifted the boy with one hand and tried to take him directly through the snowy mountains back to Mondstadt.

But he immediately gave up this idea, and at his speed, it was estimated that people were flying, and their bones were broken.

"If you leave this little ghost here to freeze, wouldn't it mean that I am very inhumane, build a cave and let him rest first."

"It's really not like I'm soft-hearted!!"

As soon as he said it, Gin came to a huge rock, directed the filthy sludge to make a hole, and then drilled into it, hollowing out the whole stone from the inside.

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It was already night, and the wind and snow outside were still howling, and the cold wind blew through the side of the cave, making a terrible whining.

The cold moonlight outside the cave shone on the young man's handsome face, making the already good-looking face look like a painting at this time.

Outside the cave, the wind and snow and the sound of a terrible person woke the boy up.

"Mom, let me sleep a little longer." The boy tugged at the fur covering his body and turned over.

Dozens of seconds later, the young man, who seemed to realize that something was wrong, picked up the short sword next to him and jumped up with a carp.

He raised his short sword and looked around cautiously, only to see the bonfire in front of him, the hole blocked by the boulder, and the large piece of bubbling stick meat on the bonfire.

"Where is this place, what the hell is going on?" The boy's voice was heard high on the inner walls of the cave.

But it was quickly overshadowed by the whining of the wind and snow outside.

After feeling that there was no one around, the boy collapsed to the ground weakly.

"Why, where is that magic dragon, why did I search the entire snow-capped mountains and didn't find him, I'm so tired, Mom, I miss you so much..." The boy let go of the short sword in his hand, hugged his knees with both hands, lowered his head and began to cry.

The young man, who was crying, didn't notice that the pitch-black wall behind him slowly writhed.

"Obviously, the old palace, and even the underground have been rummaged through, why can't I find it, by the way, the top of the mountain, it seems that I can't find how to get to the top of the mountain, so I went around in a big circle, and I met a super big wild boar that flew me up."

Thinking of this, the young man cheered up again, raised his head and looked directly at the bonfire in front of him, and said to himself, "It must be at the top of the mountain, it can't be wrong, that magic dragon must be at the top of the mountain!." ”

"What kind of magic dragon is on the top of the mountain, and when you wake up, you are so energetic, hahaha"

A deep voice came from behind him.

The boy realized that it might have been the voice that saved him, and turned to say hello.

"Did you save me, uncle, thank you...

A purple vertical pupil larger than his entire body slammed into front of him.

"Wow, ah, ah, ah!!!!"