Chrissy's memory is still stuck in the last moment of the mental backlash, and she knows very well that she has made a big mistake:

Obviously he wants to be alone with an untamed monster, but he doesn't do any further protection.

Any magical beast is dangerous, not to mention the top dragon among them.

Chrissy knew this, of course, but she didn't think about the fact that she would miscalculate after careful preparation.

Originally, she should have delayed a little longer, at least let Dolma recover before the hatching ceremony, accompanied by Dolma, and if she deviated from the ceremony, she could be reversed.

However, her arrogance and conceit, as well as her eagerness to achieve something, led to an accident that could have been avoided, enough to kill her.

Now it's time for me to reflect on it, right?

Chrissy, who looked tired, lifted her upper body, the dragon wings of the white dragon were still covering her body, and the heat emitted from the thin dragon wings was very warm, perhaps this was the reason why she could sleep soundly.

Am I not dead?

Chrissy reached out and touched her body, trying to make sure if she was missing something and if she was still immersed in a ridiculous dream.

"Hmm! it hurts!"

As a result, as soon as her right hand moved, she touched the wound in her palm, which made Chrissy grin in pain, and at the same time, made Chrissy sure that she was not in a dream now.

"Bahamut, he didn't eat me?"

And I was also treated.

Chrissy looked at the strip of cloth wrapped around her right hand, the wound was no longer bleeding, and a thin layer of blood was still formed. But this kind of meticulous treatment doesn't look like Warcraft would make it.

But Dolma wasn't here either.

Chrissy looked left and right, and there were no living creatures around except for the sleeping white dragon.

In this secret room, the only one who can say that he can save himself is the white dragon Bahamut.

Or did the mysterious man save me again?

Chrissy remembered the gray-robed mysterious man, could it be that he saved herself again?

"It's... The legendary ambergris?"

Chrissy unfastened the bandage and examined her wound, revealing that there was no ointment or spell residue on the wound, and a closer sniff revealed a distinctive smell on the surface of the skin in her palm.

Unlike any plaster, this is saliva from a pure-blooded ancient dragon, also known as ambergris, and is an excellent natural gold sore remedy that cleans up a variety of anomalies, including poisoning effects.

After all, artificial healing ointments are made with a variety of herbs, and the color can be very light but not transparent.

If you want to be colorless and have a strange fragrance, the only thing you can do is the legendary ambergris.

In this way, the only way to treat himself is the ancient white dragon Bahamut next to him.

The higher the level of the Warcraft, the higher the wisdom, and the Warcraft can also engrave its knowledge and skills in the bloodline and pass it on to the next generation.

Bahamut is an ancient dragon, and his wisdom and bloodline inheritance should be no less than a human being, and it shouldn't be a strange thing to be able to bandage wounds......, right?

In fact, Chrissy couldn't figure it out, but Chrissy had experienced it firsthand about Bahamut's very strong mental power.

A life with strong mental strength also means that wisdom is not low, so it is also possible that Bahamut is humane and highly intelligent, and will bandage his wounds and clear the effect of [bleeding].

Although Chrissy still had some doubts about this, she was able to barely explain the past.

Did the ritual actually work? Do I already have a dragon as my demon?

Deeply suspicious, Chrissy placed her left hand on the white dragon, who was still asleep, and then closed her eyes and sensed it.

No, there is no spiritual imprint, and my bloodline restrictions have not been unlocked.

Why did Chrissy have to get the White Dragon? In fact, this was also her helpless choice.

Unlike other witch families who rely solely on natural sorcery, the Ranyer family's witch blood relies heavily on the power of demons.

There is a powerful demon that can accelerate the growth of the magic of the Ranyel Witch, but the Ranyel Witch who does not have the Ranyel Witch will not be able to continue to advance after reaching the third level, which is the real reason why Chris's magic has not grown at all.

However, the growth value of the demon will also limit the growth of the Lanyer Witch in the opposite direction, so obtaining a high-growth potential Demon is the key to the Lanyer Witch's strength.

After the conclusion of the "Kloshan Agreement", the Lanyeer family, which could not obtain high-level demonic beast cubs to serve as primary demons, also began to decline rapidly.

At that time, even if the Lanyeer family had a powerful fifth-generation Lanyeer witch, the Wind Dragon Witch Andira, in charge, they did not dare to break the peace agreement obtained by the cruel Hundred Years War between humans and Warcraft at that time.

Therefore, the ancient dragon egg that gave birth to the white dragon is what Chrissy's mother, Noah Lanyel, called "a once-in-a-millennium opportunity", and it is a treasure that can never be had if you miss it.

Opportunities are to be grasped, and pie in the sky is not impossible, but only hopeless fools will blindly wait.

It is impossible for Chrissy to give up this opportunity, the Elder Dragon, an ancient magical beast that has never been driven by humans, and the conclusion of a contract with the Elder Dragon also means that Chrissy has the possibility of breaking through the peak of the achievements of the witches of the past.

After she chose to be extraordinary, this ambitious girl had the courage to look at the sky that the Lanyeer family had never reached.

But... At the moment, she and Bailong have not signed a blood contract, and they have no affiliation with each other, so why didn't Bailong hurt himself?

Chrissy carefully lifted the dragon's wings, and then slowly crawled out from the white dragon's side.

The sleeping white dragon tucked its head under its wings, like a sleeping swan in a lake, and the pure white lins still shone brightly in the dim light.

There was nothing about this beautiful beast that could terrify the girl, and she crouched down beside the white dragon, reaching out to caress the smooth and warm lin.

And if the wounds created during the ritual were not treated, I am afraid that I would have gone to see the ancestors of the Lanyeer family after being in a coma for a long time.

The white dragon saved itself, but why did it save itself?

At this time, Chrissy had an explanation in her mind, and this explanation was so absurd, but it was extremely reasonable.

Don't...

Is it because it ...... me

Chrissy's pretty face flushed, and she looked at the white dragon who had just been born shyly.

"Roar.. ？”

And Chrissy's movement also successfully made the white dragon get out of his sleep, and a pair of golden dragon eyes were full of confusion and confusion.

Obviously, the white dragon is still in a state of confusion, and the girl in front of him whose face is like a red apple is really the one he saved just now?

Chrissy was thrilled to realize that the white dragon had woken up, and the eyes in it looked at her with affection (self-admitted), and she thought that her guess should be correct.

Yes, the white dragon Bahamut took me after the first sight of me......

Recognized as a mother!

White Dragon: "Huh?"

"Good boy, good boy, mommy hug!"

"Huh!?"

Out of the emotion in her heart and the sudden burst of motherhood, Chrissy hugged the dragon head that the white dragon had just lifted in her arms, and the panicked white dragon subconsciously wanted to break free, but found that she was actually ......

Can't break free!?

It turned out that the white dragon had just woken up from a dream, and because he was not suitable for his body, he kept his neck in a bent posture during sleep, resulting in a slight dislocation of his bones, which is commonly known as "stiff neck". The neck is sore, the dragon's head is completely hugged without a force point, and the blessing and hug of Chrissy's awakened mother's love is not an ordinary force.

As a result, although he was extremely reluctant, the white dragon's resistance was only rubbed on the girl's chest in the end.

"Haha, it's so itchy, are you hungry? I don't have that yet... Ha ha... Don't rub it!"

The horns on the white dragon's head and other sharp points touched the sensitive zone on Chrissy's upper body, making Chrissy's cheeks flush and laughing constantly.

However, the white dragon's heart is actually:

I**you**

This woman's brain is burned out!

You're flat-minded and have points in your heart!

Don't you know how to panic your ribs?

Let go!

Ahem!

Belch.... I... I'm running out of breath......

Help, help......

I'm going to die!

......

However, neither Chrissy nor the White Dragon knows:

The story between them (the everyday) has just begun.