Carefully swimming his head in front of Zheng Shu, Fenrir stretched out his wings.

The long black wings were topped by sharp claws, the giant creature moved with extreme precision, and the claws carefully pinched the glass bottle, turning the mouth upside down to pour the drink into its mouth.

The huge dragon raised its palate, its hideous teeth flashing with a cold light, and this bloody mouth could swallow a mouthful of cow at once, and a small bottle of drink was not enough to stuff between the teeth.

But the dragon showed an unusually satisfied expression on this small bottle of drink, and its head like a giant snake stretched out and lay on the ground, showing a very happy posture, and even began to make a purring sound in its chest.

Looking at Fenrir's appearance, Zheng Shu felt a little funny, and he picked up the bag of potato chips next to him and tore it open.

Hearing the sound of the chips bag tearing, Fenrir's eyes opened again, full of anticipation.

Zheng Shu first threw a potato chip into his mouth, then looked at Fenrir's expectant eyes and handed over the entire packet of potato chips.

Fenrir grabbed the bag with his claws, carefully picking up a slice of potato chips and placing it back in his giant mouth.

"Thank you."

The dragon king's voice was low and solemn, like a king sitting on a throne, but the words he spoke were unusually polite.

It seems that this dragon really likes to eat potato chips, and after a while, the big bag of potato chips that Zheng Shu specially bought was eaten completely.

After eating the chips, Fenrir finally relaxed completely, and his eyes became more friendly when he looked at Zheng Shu. The huge head approached Zheng Shu and sniffed carefully, as if to remember his taste.

"I'll ask you to watch TV."

After remembering Zheng Shu's temperature, Fenrir suddenly squirmed, and even if his face was full of scales, Zheng Shu could feel his entanglement.

Seeing Fenrir's eyes sweeping over the potato chips next to him intentionally or unintentionally, Zheng Shu suddenly understood, he may feel that after he came to give a gift, he would look very bad if he didn't return the gift, but he didn't have a good gift in return, so he twisted it like this.

So Zheng Shu's face, which had already turned into a dragon, showed a happy smile.

"Okay, thank you so much, I like watching TV the most."

Fenrir was very happy to hear Zheng Shu say this, and he immediately carefully took out a TV, which was an 18-inch old-fashioned color TV and a heavy square box.

It was clearly one of his important toys, and Fenrir handled it with great care, using his wingtips to connect the power supply that came out of nowhere.

Zheng Shu and Fenrir watched the TV on the platform in this way, the light of the screen illuminated the black dragon scales and Zheng Shu's face, Fenrir put his jaw on the platform, Zheng Shu sat next to his head, not half the height of his head, like a huge rock, there was a strange sense of harmony.

Reaching out and taking a bag of potato chips he brought and opening it, Zheng Shu threw two slices into his mouth, and then poured the remaining potato chips into the open mouth of Fenrir next to him.

Sword-like teeth grinded each chip with precision, and Fenrir's face took on a comfortable expression.

The TV was playing Stephen Chow's movie, the signal was very poor, and the screen was full of snowflakes, but the two dragons watched it with relish.

Fenrir was happier than ever, having been raised here since birth and not allowed to go out.

is too intensely lonely, and even allows him to screen out the people he thinks are suitable to play with him through gambling in the future.

This can be seen in the environment around Fenrir, who has built this alchemical labyrinth to live in, with all sorts of strange things placed next to the platform, sorted into piles of bottle caps, cigarette paper shells, compasses, and brightly colored wrapping paper.

For this dragon, he didn't care about those exquisite and strange gold and silver coins, because these things were everywhere in this world, but things like bottle caps needed to be brought from the human world, so they were even more rare, and they were his meticulous collections.

But these did not alleviate the loneliness in his heart, even his sister could not visit him often for various reasons, and the only thing he could understand about the outside world was a dilapidated TV. He could only take care of his cabin like a lonely child, and then curled up in the bed and waited for his parents to return.

So Fenrir liked potato chips, not because of their taste, but because for him they were gifts from his sister, and the scent they carried on them would ease the loneliness in his heart.

After watching two movies with Fenrir, Zheng Shu calculated the time, and estimated that Xia Mi should almost arrive. He decided to get the rest out, or he wouldn't be sure he would be able to protect the pack during the battle.

"I also brought a gift."

Saying this, Zheng Shu took out disposable gloves from his backpack and put them on, and carefully took out a small box at the bottom.

Inside the box are a pair of controllers and a game console that can be attached to a TV.

If a game console collector sees something in Zheng Shu's hand, he will probably scream and cover his heart, this thing can be called an "antique" no matter where it is placed.

No way, the original book didn't say what model Fenrir's TV is here, Zheng Shu can only buy the old model as much as possible. Just in case, Zheng Shu also prepared several conversion cables to prevent the plug from being mismatched.

"It's called a game console, and it allows you to play games on the screen of your TV. The game inside has two modes, two-player and single-player, and you can play the game in single-player mode when you are bored by yourself. ”

Fenrir lay on his stomach and watched curiously as Zheng Shu busied around his precious TV.

After following the instructions and finally disposing of the console, Zheng Shu sat back down next to Fenrir's head and placed the other controller in front of him.

"But now there are two of us, so we can play in two-player mode."

Fenrir looked at Zheng Shu's installed game console with a look of eagerness in his eyes, but after glancing at the disposable gloves on Zheng Shu's hands, he also stretched out the claws on his wings.

"Gloves."

"Huh? It doesn't matter, gloves are not necessary...... Forget it, I've got another box for you. ”

Looking at Fenrir's gaze, Zheng Shu's tone softened, and he handed over the whole box of disposable gloves he had newly bought in his bag.

Fenrir picked up two pairs of gloves like Zheng Shu and put them on his wingtip claws, although one pair of gloves could only put on one claw because of the model problem, but Fenrir's face still showed a very satisfied expression.