It is said that a person who is still a virgin at the age of thirty will be granted a wish by heaven......

Qi Fei is very sure that he has not made any wishes about crossing, but fate sometimes likes to joke like this, always slamming you in the back of the head when you are unprepared, no matter what, you can't resist it, you can only lie down and let it be teased!

As a result of fate, he was transformed into a small monster, lizard-like in size, with a pair of crooked horns hanging from the sides of his head to the front of his face, sharp claws on all limbs, and a scaly, spiky tail behind him. He still remembered that a few days ago he had crawled out of the eggshell in a daze, and before he could realize what was going on, he looked up and saw a huge bull's head, with its curved horns somewhat similar to the pair of shapes on his head now.

This strange cow is as tall as a mountain, covered in black scale armor like iron sheets, and has fangs more than a foot long in its mouth, and I don't know if it is a meat or vegetarian diet, anyway, it looks very hideous and terrifying, but there is a magical power in the blood that makes him involuntarily feel that the other party is very kind, and he knows that this is his biological mother.

Without waiting for the dazed Qi Fei to express his feelings about what happened at this time, the strange cow turned his head and left, and then an indifferent voice appeared in his head: "Your name is Mole." ”

Looking at the flicking of the oxtail that was fading away, Qi Fei - he should have been called Moeller - his brain was a mess, and he couldn't even know what to think.

Fortunately, there is such a thing as inheritance memory, they are like a library hidden in his mind, as long as he thinks carefully, it will appear one after another, and it took him several days of hard work to gradually understand his current situation.

First, he was irretrievably worn, and when he arrived in a magical world, he was in the center of a big 6 called "Visby Big 6", which was a place called "Elun Forest".

Secondly, his current identity is a demonic beast (fortunately, it is a male), his mother is the strange cow - a high-level demonic beast called "Ben Niu", and his father is a red dragon who has just reached adulthood!

Finally, as a half-blood, he is a wurmmon, and wurm's status among dragons is not ordinarily low!

Dragons are very powerful, proud and ferocious, they value bloodline very much, so they will treat the half-blood wurm as a slave, among which the red dragon is better, only ignore the wurm offspring, if it is a brutal black dragon, will also use it as food!

With the ferocious fate of the black dragon wurm in comparison, Moller was not so dissatisfied with his current situation, and he felt that he should be glad to have a brown-red scale armor.

Many wild animals were able to stand up on their own and run away from predators within minutes of birth, but the newborn monsters grew even faster than that, and Moller ate his own eggshells according to the inherited memory, and then his body grew up day by day.

On the first day, it was difficult for him to go down the steps outside the cave where he hatched, so he could only shrink into the deepest part of the cave and rest carefully, but when he woke up, he found that his vision was much higher, and he was able to walk down the steps.

By the third day, its body had grown about as tall as the bushes near the entrance of the cave, and with a little exertion it would spew out a scorching wave of air from its mouth, believing that if he used more force, he would be able to spew out real fire, but in order to save his body, he did not do this.

After three days of growth and breeding, the energy in the eggshell has been exhausted, and the female Ben Niu has never returned, indicating that he is obviously "not a father and a mother does not love", and Moeller can only hunt by himself in desperation.

Red dragons tend to live in hot highlands, with volcanoes nearby. Moller's father, the mighty red dragon Iglas, lives on top of an active volcano with smoke billowing from his blood, while Moller, as a young wurm, lives in a small cave at the foot of the volcano, not far from a lush forest, rich in flora and fauna, which is just right for him to hunt.

The body of the demonic beast is very strong, and even if he is only three days old, he already has speed and strength that ordinary animals can hardly match. With the wisdom of an adult, coupled with the guidance of inheriting memories, he ambushed in a bush downwind, waited patiently for half an hour, and finally met his favorite prey, an alert stag.

When the stag was twenty meters away, it seemed that something was wrong, and raised its feet to flee, but how could Moller let it go, and immediately rushed out of the bushes, and jumped at it.

Although he pounced on his prey, Moller was not mentally prepared to bite the living creature, and hesitated to be blinded by the struggling buck beneath him.

In the panic, perhaps it was the wildness in the blood that played a role, and Moller subconsciously took action, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he had cut the throat of the buck with his claws, giving it a happy and neat death!

Because of the strange work of his body, Moeller found the smell of blood quite tempting, and he suppressed his resistance when his appetite was stimulated, and drank a stomach of deer blood from the stag's wound, and then slit the deer's leg with his claws, and ate some meat. When he ate meat, he saw that his teeth were too good to be good, and the raw venison was like jelly in his mouth, and it tasted very slippery.

Moller was now only a quarter the size of a stag, the size of a medium-sized dog, so he ate some deer blood and the meat on the legs of the deer, and he left the rest of the deer in the forest for other predators to eat, and he quickly fled back to the burrow.

The first month of the newborn is the weak period of the young dragon, and it is nothing to meet ordinary animals, once it bumps into other magical beasts, it is very likely to be eaten - the young dragon is a great tonic for other magical beasts!

If it is a pure-blooded young dragon, it will naturally have strong parents to protect it, but a wurm like Mole, if the mother beast doesn't care, no one will care about his life or death, so he can only be careful by himself, try not to leave the volcano where the red dragon's father lives, with the coercion of the dragon, other demonic beasts are light and dare not approach here.

Sneakily, a week passed like this, during which time Moller grew a little slower than the first three days, but also grew a circle, and if you hunted a stag, you could eat at least half of it.

On this day, he was finally fortunate to see his "father" figure, the huge red dragon flew up from the top of the volcano, with an unparalleled sense of existence to the east, the powerful momentum seemed to make the whole earth tremble, the domineering and majestic posture was deeply engraved in Moeller's mind, even from the perspective of human beings, this dragon is also a perfect combination of strength and beauty, like a miracle of nature!

After the red dragon left, he didn't come back for several days, and Moller realized the crisis in hindsight, now that the owner of the territory has left, the other demonic beasts living nearby, although they don't dare to come to the volcano, but the forest near the volcano is definitely no longer safe, and the danger of hunting will inevitably increase greatly.

Thinking of this, Moller immediately left the cave and ran into the forest, riding the other monsters that had not yet begun to wander around here, he caught a few prey, including yellow sheep and horned deer, this time without wasting food at all, and after disemboweling the prey, emptying the internal organs, the whole one was dragged back to the cave.

In the hot forest, fresh meat doesn't last a few hours before it starts to spoil, but Moller has his own way, he plans to breathe fire and roast raw meat into dehydrated jerky, so that even if there are monsters in the nearby forest that he can't match, he won't go hungry for a while.

Breath is a powerful attack method unique to the dragon clan, the breath of the red dragon is the strongest flame, and Moller, as a young dragon, he estimates that he can only spew out some ordinary flames, but the barbecue should be enough.

Taking a deep breath, feeling a burning force rise in his body, Moller opened his mouth and squirted at the yellow sheep.

"Poof!" Feeling something strange as something spewed out, Moller looked at it and saw a cloud of lava, which wrapped the yellow sheep in a red flame, and burned it with a sizzling sound, and the pungent smell of burnt animal hair filled the air.

How did a good fire breath turn into lava? Moller thought for a while, and felt that it should be influenced by the maternal bloodline, the mother who gave birth to him was a bull, and had a powerful earth elemental magic, in terms of magic alone, it was not much worse than a dragon, so it had both earth and fire elemental magic in its body, and the result of the combination of the two was that his breath became lava......