I am the third prince of the dragon

The sky was about to dawn, and the land was silent and desolate. Ao Luyi and Arman quietly landed in a forest far away from a village.

Frost hung on all the leaves, and white mist kept coming out of their mouths as they breathed.

Ao Luyi changed back to human form and rubbed his arms.

He clicked twice: "From a tropical island to a winter land? Didn't we run a little far?"

What's funny is that both of them are wearing only scarf shorts. Wearing like this in this weather, people will definitely be regarded as lunatics.

Ao Luyi bent down, picked two grass leaves from the ground, and muttered: "Well, the spell I'm least good at is blinding eyes..."

Two strands of light flashed in the palm of his hand, and the simple robe was slowly hanging down. Looking carefully, Ao Luyi's spells were not particularly successful. The texture of the robe was very strange, and there were veins on the leaves. The overall color was like rotten vegetables leaf.

He handed the clothes to Arman: "Is it cold?"

Arman took the robe, touched it, and found that there was still plant fluff on the surface.

Everything he saw was new, and he felt a little nervous, but because Ao Luyi was by his side, he was more looking forward to and excited.

Alman shook his head: "No, I'm not cold at all."

Of course, it is a dragon after all, although it is still a little dragon cub, its destructive power is no joke.

Ao Luyi glanced at him and raised his eyebrows. If he told Arman that he tried to attack himself after becoming a dragon, the child would definitely blame himself.

Good thing he doesn't remember anything.

Putting on his robe, Alman pursed his lips, looked around, "Louis, where is this?"

Ao Luyi put the gloves into the sleeves, pulled the uncomfortable collar, and beckoned him to follow: "I saw a village nearby, don't worry, it will be very interesting."

Alas, they came out too hastily. Although Ao Luyi wanted to come outside a long time ago, it wasn't like now that he didn't bring anything except people.

The two walked barefoot through the grass and the frozen ground. The bushes were damp and dark, and very silent.

They walked quietly through the jungle, stepping on moss and rotten leaves.

Arman followed closely behind Ao Luyi, he couldn't see it, he had never seen this kind of place before, everything was different, and it was extremely cold, there was something cold and white on the branches and leaves, He reached out to touch it, leaving wet fingerprints on it.

"Louis, what is this?"

He gently tugged at his clothes, Ao Luyi turned his head, and found that Arman's cheeks were red, his eyes were shining, he was holding a dead leaf tightly in his hand, and pointed to the frost flowers on it, fascinated.

Ao Luyi patted his head: "This is Shuang. When I find the village, I will show you the snow."

"What is snow?"

"Snow is like rain, it's white and beautiful."

Ao Luyi looked at him lovingly, the frost on a leaf could make this child so happy, it was so cute.

After walking for a while, there was a sound of horse neighing in the distance.

Ao Luyi stood still and held Arman's hand. He narrowed his eyes slightly: "Someone is calling for help."

Benjamin Ford of Conte was a businessman. It was his job to buy goods from distant towns and bring them back to Conte for sale.

He sat in the carriage and straightened his coat, took out his pocket watch and looked at it. Thinking that he would be back home to see his wife and daughter in more than an hour, Mr. Ford felt that the hard work was worth it .

Presents brought back for his wife and daughter were piled up in boxes at his feet, and Mr. Ford was about to bend down to take them out when there was a violent jolt and he almost hit his head.

"What's wrong??"

"Mr. Ford, there's a tree down on the road and we have to move it!"

Maxson, who has followed him for many years, jumped off his horse and called the young people in the team to get off and lead the way.

Mr. Ford put on his hat and got out of the carriage, very worried about whether this would affect his itinerary.

"The snow has melted, how can there be trees broken?"

It was cold when they set out a month ago, the forest was covered with thick snow, and there would be broken tree trunks blocking the way.

Maxson's beard trembled in the white mist: "Oh, don't worry, sir, this tree is not very big, it will take half an hour at most."

Five or six young men were hired in their convoy. Although they were young, they were all good hands. They gathered around the tree trunk and shouted slogans to lift the tree.

"Hey, the tree was cut down!"

Suddenly, a young man yelled, Mr. Ford and Maxson were stunned, and everyone fled back to get weapons in a panic.

Only robbers cut down trees to block the road and loot the money of passers-by.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the bushes, and the robbers who had been ambushing in the grass for a long time rushed out whistling and rushed towards the caravan.

Ao Luyi and Arman approached slowly, like two silent beasts, walking briskly and quickly through the jungle without making a sound.

The sound of fighting became more and more clear, and there were still many people listening.

The two stood on a high place with hidden positions and looked down.

There is no need to guess too much, this is obviously a scene of roadblocking and robbery. There is a line of carriages full of goods parked on the side of the road, and probably dozens of people are fighting and fighting with iron swords.

Looking carefully, they can easily distinguish the robber from the robbed person.

Arman was extremely nervous, the dead leaves in his hands were immediately smashed, and he approached Ao Luyi with a bit of panic.

"..."

This is not the first contact between Arman and humans that Ao Luyi expected.

There were not as many people in the caravan as there were robbers. Although they were equipped with weapons, two of them fell down covered in blood.

You have to set a good example for your children, but you can't just walk away.

Ao Luyi squatted Arman down, and he comforted in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, this is not a common mode of human beings getting along."

"I'll help them, you wait for me here, soon."

He patted his head with the palm of his hand and stood up from behind the bushes.

"Oh, almost forgot."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the locks of hair hanging down his cheeks, and muttered.The next moment, the moon-white half-length short hair gradually turned dark brown from the roots to the ends, and the pupils of the eyes gradually deepened from light golden to jet black.

A sharp and loud whistle sounded suddenly, startling the birds in the forest and instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Mr. Ford held the iron sword in his hand tightly and stood back to back with Jackson. The tight nerves and dangerous battle made him sweat in the cold weather.

He and Jackson looked up and followed the sound. In the jungle, a young boy in strange clothes stood tall and looked down on them.

"Gentlemen, there is a child here, can we have a temporary truce?"

His slightly curly short hair hangs down from his cheeks, his face is beautiful and handsome, his particularly large black eyes have a childlike expression of indifference, and his body posture is natural and relaxed.

It was as if the people before him were not attacking each other with murderous weapons, but were having a picnic on the grass.

Mr. Ford had seen many people, but this one was immediately recognizable.

The young man on the tree looked at him with precise eyes: "Or does this gentleman need help? I only charge a small price."

The author has something to say: I went to school early in the morning and came back from the physical examination, and then I lay on the bed... When I woke up, it was already seven or eight o'clock. I don't like this kind of Saturday:(

I have to go to club activities tomorrow and I don't know when I will be able to return. My weekend is basically ruined.

Speaking of which, Arman's movie is really fascinating. At first glance, Mira's father's territory looks like the cold climate of Russia, but Arman's side is completely a tropical island...

Thinking about it this way, those dragons have to cross a hemisphere every time they want to catch a human bride and return to the island. No wonder they are passed down from generation to generation.