lord and his dragon

Trunks slept on his stomach at the entrance of the cave for a whole noon, and finally left in the afternoon.

Negrim seized the opportunity to escape to the entrance of the cave, but found in despair that the cave was on a cliff, the exit was at least a hundred meters above the ground, and it would take several seconds for a small stone to fall to the ground, not to mention The cliff is steep and there is no place to climb.

No wonder Trunks was so relieved to put a living person from Negrim here. It didn't think that Negrim could escape by its own strength.

This was indeed the case, Negrim angrily grabbed a handful of stones and threw them down, then sat down at the entrance of the cave, staring blankly at the sky.

He and Abel had been separated for a whole day, and he didn't know when the other party would find him.

Negrim sat at the entrance of the cave all afternoon. In the evening, when Trunks came back, Negrim held a little luck when he saw the body of the black dragon, until the other party flew close, and Negrim could see clearly With those black eyes, he silently put the food in his hand back into the ring, turned his head and went back to the cave.

After landing on the ground, Trunks followed Negrim into the cave step by step. Nigrim returned to the foot of the treasure mountain and sat down, looking at Trunks expressionlessly.

Except for the color of the eyes, this black dragon looks exactly like Abel. When Negrim looks at it, he always has the illusion that Abel is right in front of him, which makes him unable to restrain his emotions.

"What will you do to let me go?" Negrim said coldly, "I am not your favorite."

Of course, such words could not shake Trunks, he blinked, opened his mouth and spit out a wild boar blackened by the flames to Negrim.

Negrim frowned, dodged a little, and said, "I won't eat this."

Trunks didn't understand very well. The dragons on Long Island had never been in contact with humans. It even managed to inquire about the fact that humans need cooked food. Why didn't this human eat its specially roasted pigs?

Trunks looked at Negrim, picked up the wild boar again, and tried to attack Negrim. Of course, Nigrim couldn't just watch Trunks crush himself to death with a wild boar , immediately raised his leg, and kicked Trunks fiercely on the nose. Although it couldn't cause any harm to the black dragon, it conveyed his resistance anyway.

Trunks stopped and stared at Negrim until he was sure that the latter was really unwilling to eat, then he moved his mouth resentfully, and ate the black wild boar by himself.

After eating the wild boar, Trunks began to humiliate Negrim again. After pushing the opponent somersault, he rolled on the ground by himself, kicking up a cloud of dust. It seemed that he really liked Negrim very much. Rem, always pay attention to the strength he used, and didn't hurt the opponent in the slightest.

Nigrim didn't feel the kindness of Trunks at all, he was exhausted, and he also got angry at the other party, but Trunks was not Abel, he turned a deaf ear to Nigrim's anger and only cared about himself happy.

Trunks played Negrim for a while, and went out again when it was dark. When he came back, he took out Negrim hiding behind the treasure mountain without saying a word, wrapped it in his body, and prepared to rest up.

Negrim was stuck between Trunks' head and stomach, and he couldn't move. However, he struggled twice, and Trunks unfolded his wings with a "swish", and put his head and Negrim's body together. Covered up together.

The body temperature of the black dragons was the same. After Trunks closed his eyes, he looked exactly like Abel. Negrim looked at the black dragon, and unconsciously stopped his struggling movements.

If only it were Abel, Negrim thought, missing his dragon so much.

Negrim sat blankly for a while, and finally couldn't help reaching out to touch the tip of the black dragon's nose, then he lay down on the bridge of the black dragon's nose, and closed his eyes.

Trunks opened his eyes and glanced at Negrim, exhaled a breath from his nose, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When Negrim woke up the next day, he found a tall man sitting in front of him with his back facing him. He had neat black hair, the muscles on his back were strong and closely arranged, and his skin was bare. Smooth and clean, without the slightest blemish.

After being dazed for a moment, Negrim immediately realized who this person was, and shouted, "Tranks?!"

The man turned his head slowly when he heard Negrim's voice, and after seeing his face, Negrim was sure that he was Abel's brother, the black dragon Trunks.

Nothing else, but his face that is at least [-]% similar to Abel. In fact, [-]% may be less, except for hair color and pupil color, the only difference between Trunks and Abel Probably the undisguised ferocity in the former's brows and eyes.

Negrim was stunned by his looks, but soon, what Trunks was holding in his hand brought him back to his senses.

It was a ring, at least last night before falling asleep, it was still in Negrim's hand, obviously Trunks took it off secretly before Negrim woke up .

Seeing that Negrim found what was in his hand, Trunks didn't feel guilty at all, but shook the ring carelessly and poured out all the things inside.

When Negrim found that Abel's collar was also poured out, his pupils shrank, and he said angrily, "What are you doing?!"

When Trunks heard Negrim yelling at him, he raised his eyes and glanced at him, then followed Negrim's sight and picked up the collar from the food pile. Seeing this, Nigrim immediately wanted to go forward and snatch it. Come back, but how could he be Trunks' opponent, the latter pressed him to his chest with one hand, held the collar with the other hand, and looked carefully.

Negrim moved and found that he couldn't struggle at all. He heard Trunks say in the same jerky and awkward accent as the blue dragon Alan Hans: "Stone...it's beautiful, but I don't like green...I don't like green... I like black."

Negrim looked at him coldly and said, "What you like has nothing to do with me."

Trunks glanced at Negrim, and said seriously: "You are my human being, you have to like whatever I like."

Negrim sneered and said, "Dream."

Trunks curled his lips. He couldn't accept Negrim's answer. After all, no dragon had ever disobeyed his orders. Dragons who thought this way were all dead, but he didn't want to hurt Negrim. , and finally had no choice but to pretend not to hear what Negrim said, and continued to look at the collar.

He turned the collar around with one hand, revealing the words next to it, and read with some difficulty: "Belongs to... Negrim."

"You are Negrim," Trunks said, "This is Reince's thing."

Negrim observed Trunks' expression, and found that the other party didn't have any disgust or anger towards Abel, so he said: "His name is Abel now, this is the name I gave him. "

"Abel?" Trunks blinked, suddenly became interested for some reason, and said with a smile, "You give me a name too."

"No," Negrim refused, "Abel is my dragon, that's why I named him, I don't know you well."

Trunks said persuasively: "I can also be your dragon, you get me one."

It was difficult for Negrim to understand the other party's thoughts. According to Alan Hans, the black dragon should be a natural tyrant, domineering, cruel and fierce. Forget about Abel. After all, he was raised since he was a child. Trunks What's happening here?Are you in a rush to be a human pet?Negrim couldn't help but began to wonder if his charm was really that great.

But he still rejected Trunks, saying: "I have no plans to raise a second dragon."

Trunks said as a matter of course: "Then don't let Reince, it's just me."

Seeing how confident he was, Negrim had no choice but to bluntly say, "I only want Abel."

Trunks heard this and looked at Negrim with a dissatisfied expression on his face.

But it was just dissatisfaction. Compared with his frequent behavior of treating the same kind as food, his temper when facing Negrim was simply outrageous.

Trunks frowned and let go of Negrim, then raised his hand when the other party tried to take the collar from him, and said forcefully: "You have to want me, you are my thing, you Everything is under my control."

He stood up, put Negrim aside, put the collar around his own neck, and said: "Now it is mine, if Reince has the ability, let him take it by himself .”

The collar was too fragile for the strength of the black dragon, and Trunks would crumble if he pulled it. Negrim was worried that he might break it, so he didn't dare to snatch it for a while, and just looked at him with a frown.

Trunks was still not satisfied, he picked up all the food that fell on the ground, stared at Negrim, and stuffed the food into his mouth like a demonstration: "These are mine too. "

"If you're disobedient," Trunks said emphatically, "I'll eat you too."

Negrim: "..."

Faced with this threat, Negrim didn't know what to say for a while.

He didn't doubt that Trunks would eat people if he was provoked, but judging from the current situation, Trunks' bottom line is really a bit low.

Trunks casually threw the empty magic ring into the pile of treasures, looked at Negrim for a while, and took out a cup made of pure gold from the gap between the gold coins and precious stones. He snapped his fingers, and Clear water burst out from the bottom of the glass.

"Drink some water," Trunks said. "You're so thirsty, your mouth is bleeding."

It's true that Negrim hasn't drank water for a whole day, but he didn't know whether he should accept the black dragon's kindness at this time, just when he hesitated, Trunks said: "Or I can help you lick the water." , isn’t my saliva a potion that humans especially want?”

Negrim took the cup from him without saying a word, and drank it in big gulps.

The black dragon's saliva was nothing unusual to him, Negrim thought indifferently, he had already had enough.