Dearlando hurriedly swam in the direction of the young dragon, but fortunately it was not far from the shore, he hung the young dragon around his neck, and quickly swam to the nearest shore. When he climbed ashore wet, the young dragon was still hanging and motionless.

Ryeth has grown a lot and now bears a lot of resemblance to the image of the dragon in people's minds. It has a triangular head with a slightly rounded angle, and the thin corners from the forehead to the back of the head grow more and longer, and it looks like a crown.

The black scales on the shoulders are gone, and there is only one head, and it seems that the second head is still invisible under normal conditions. The fine, smooth scales were shiny and as cool as water to the touch. Dearlando held the young dragon to his ear and listened to the heartbeat and breathing, feeling that everything was normal.

He rolled Riceth's big eyes again, and when the white eyelids were pushed up, the translucent eye mask was still covering the eyeballs, and the blue eyes below were relaxed. Combined with the regular heartbeat and breathing of the young dragon, no matter how you look at it, you are asleep.

“...... You little lazy worm, wake up!" After relieving his heart, Diarrando couldn't help but grab Riceth's newly grown wings and shake it, now that the situation is urgent, it still has time to sleep!

It's a pity that the young dragon slept very sweetly, no matter how much he tossed, he didn't wake up, even if he lured it with food, he didn't react at all.

"Hey...... What about this, where am I now? How can I go back to where I was? You guy! Don't send me back to sleep. Dearlando finally gave up on reviving the young dragon, after all, it had just gone through such a brutal trial. You really need a good rest. Now that Ryses was too old to be in the star box anymore, he had to undress and stuff the young dragon into his arms. The most important thing for now is to get back to the hall just now, after all, the others are still locked in the jar.

He turned his head to look around him, and he was on the inside of the tiniest part of the circumlunar island, the group of white spike-like balls that sprawled down from the mountains were almost the farthest distance from here. There are no roads around, and they are all covered with plants with black stalks and red flowers. He had no choice but to draw his dagger and chop through the bushes, which were more than half a man tall, to make a passable path.

From time to time, ripe fruits fall to the ground while being chopped, giving off an attractive sweet taste. Diarrando was also tired and thirsty at the moment. I simply picked a few and stuffed them into my mouth. I didn't expect the fruit to smell fragrant and sweet. It tastes bitter and spicy, and under the thin flesh is a firm kernel, which is not delicious at all.

"Damn, this is too unpalatable! Bah Bah!" Dearlando quickly spat a few mouthfuls of saliva. I want to spit out the unbearable taste in my mouth. After eating this. He felt even thirstier. But such a large island, with so many plants, there is no surface water or fresh water to be seen. Although for a time it will not die of thirst. But if you have to stay for a long time, you can't help but worry about survival.

A little further on, the bushes grew higher and higher, almost blocking the view, and Dearlando had to walk and jump up to see if he was in the right direction. After repeating this a few times, he said to himself, "If only I could fly......

Before the words fell, his back was hot, and the wings that had disappeared just now reappeared. He grew his mouth in surprise, then reached out and touched it. The cool wings, made of skeleton and epiderma, were almost identical to Rieseth's new wings, with translucent scales and feathers on them.

"Wow! that's great, this is probably the most handsome mutation in a long time. He happily jumped in a circle, but then realized that he couldn't fly at all. "How do you fly when you have wings? ”

Dearlando grabbed the tip of his wings with his hands, and then waved them back and forth a few times, feeling the pattern of the muscles behind him. After doing this a few times, he tried to let go of his hands and consciously mobilize those muscles that were not there in the first place. Sure enough, the wings could gradually flap according to his heart.

He cut down all the bushes around him, leaving a ten-foot square piece of flat land, and tried to speed up the flapping of his wings. Maintaining a rate of more than 10 beats per minute, he felt his feet off the ground. So he added a little more running, flapped his wings violently, flew up like cannonballs, and then cut a beautiful arc in the sky and plunged headlong into the hill ahead.

This fall was not light, the main thing was that his speed was too fast and fierce, and he almost hit the ground by himself. Not only did he crush a large area of bushes, but he also smashed a hole in the ground. Fortunately, he and Ryses were very good, and after crawling out of the dirt pit, he dusted off the dust and stumps all over his body, and he took off again.

In the past, flying with Reses or flying in the Dragonland relied on magic, so there was no problem of controlling direction or adjusting strength. So this time he just flew a little farther than the last time, but it was still a parabola, and then crashed into the ground. This time he didn't land directly on the ground, but crashed into a building crawling with vines.

When he climbed up from the tower-like building that had been smashed with a large hole, he found that the interior of the building looked clean and tidy, not even dusty. If it weren't for the dilapidated appearance, no one would come out to inspect it if it made such a big fuss, it really made people think that there were still residents here, and they cleaned it every day.

He glanced briefly at what appeared to be a laboratory-looking room, where there were a lot of alchemists' supplies. Those transparent beakers and flasks, slender pipes, small stoves for heating things, cabinets and counters that filled the room. Fortunately, I was smashed in the open space, and if I hit the cabinet, it is estimated that the contents of those bottles and cans will get on my body.

In his previous experience with Dr. Wat, none of these things would be a good thing, and nine times out of ten they would bring a painful lesson. I remember one time when he went to visit Dr. Wat's home collection, he accidentally knocked over a porcelain jar, which stained the brown liquid inside, and half of his arm was swollen for almost a week before it subsided.

Since there are so many warlocks' tools here, it seems that there must have been warlocks here doing research here before, and I don't know what caused them to retreat so quickly, and they didn't even put away the half-finished products on the table. A qualified warlock would not be so careless, otherwise he would not have lived to middle age at all.

"It's weird...... What the hell is going on on this island?" Dearrando glanced at the door in the corner, and his curiosity made him want to go and find out. But now that time is pressing, let's save everyone first.

So he jumped out of the big hole that he had broken by himself, and then flapped his wings wildly, and took off directly from the hole, anyway, he was not afraid of falling, so he flew and bumped, all the way back to the edge of the white building in a strange route.

But just now Ryses screamed and opened the building, and now the bare building in front of him had no entrance at all, let alone a door, not even a window. How can I get in?

He flew high first, and then looked around on it, after all, Ryses came out and broke through the roof just now, and it stands to reason that where there is a break, it is where it came out just now. But he looked around carefully, and found no damage to any roof.

Then he struggled to remember the sound of Ryses calling the door, imitating a shout. He had experience learning dragon language before, and although it wasn't 100% similar, he still had seven or eight images.

After Diarlando finished shouting, after a while, the ceiling of a spherical room about a hundred feet in diameter slowly lifted in an inconspicuous corner of the complex.

"Haha, it looks like I'm learning quite the same!" Dearlando laughed happily, forgot to flap his wings for a while, and fell straight from the sky again, smashing a big hole in the roof directly below.

When he got up from the floor with a disgraced face, he found that the roof that had fallen just now had repaired itself in an instant, no wonder he couldn't find the room that Ryses had broken just now. (To be continued......)

PS: One more chapter!