Food Reserves on the Dragon's Back

"You can't die, my strength is very strong, I will cure you." The humanoid black dragon comforted him gently.

That crazy mage didn't need to think about the consequences at all, the overpowering hypnosis might take the life of the Dragon Knight—although Silas's body was not actually injured, the powerful hypnotism would allow him to see the real The wound, feeling the real pain, everything is as it is, the most troublesome thing is that if the dragon knight is convinced that he is dead, then his heart will really stop beating.

This kind of injury is directly imposed on the mind. Saranar has no way to forcefully change Silas's thoughts and will. It is probably hard to believe that the pain and wounds are all imagined by him. It is impossible to give him another hypnotism in a short time, so I can only try to make him believe that I have the ability to cure him.

Now, it was up to Silas how confident he was in his power.

"Don't comfort me...Dragon Knight is not afraid of sacrifice." Silas let out a breath with difficulty, feeling that his vitality was draining from every wound, he said a little unconsciously, "I will eat it after I die. Me, don't waste it."

Saranar was amused by his words: "I said I can cure you, don't you believe me?"

Silas struggled to open his eyes, and met Sarannar's gaze. Looking at those golden eyes, his heart was surprisingly calm: "I believe you..."

"Then close your eyes and sleep for a while, and when you wake up, you will find that you are healed."

Dragon Knight closed his eyes obediently, and when he saw him falling asleep, Sarannar put away the gentle expression on his face, and looked sharply at the sky.

He walked out of the ruins with Silas in his arms. On the flat ground outside, the golden and blue dragons who heard the news were circling and preparing to land.

When Silas opened his eyes again, he first saw a crystal in the center of his sight emitting a soft light, which allowed people to see the surrounding furnishings clearly without being too bright.

He turned his head and found that he was lying in Saranar's private bedroom on the Dragon's Peak, and the crystal above his head was the source of light for this residence.

When he first saw this set of dwellings excavated deep in the mountain wall, he was a little surprised. Why did he see nothing for lighting, oil lamps, candles, torches, nothing, and the dwelling was so dark that he could bump his nose in broad daylight .Later he learned that when the black dragon lived here in human form, it would use magic to make these crystals, which he thought were just decorations, glow.

Other dragons have never used magic as recklessly as he does, and they can't even maintain human form for a long time. Some people say that it is precisely because of continuous use of magic like this every day for hundreds of years that the Sarannar's magic power is stronger than all other dragons, just like a person who insists on carrying heavy loads every day will be stronger than others.

Only a power as powerful as Sarannar can save him from the mage's evil magic.

Silas looked at his hands. Before he fell asleep, the hands were still separated from the flesh and bones. When he woke up, they had recovered exactly as before. The skin was intact and wrapped around the finger bones, and there was no sign of cracking at all. , the rest of the body is also intact.

He clenched his fists and rubbed his hands again, feeling the real touch from his fingertips, and couldn't help feeling that it was good to be alive.

Saranar came over from the study, sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at him. Silas's upper body was naked, and his muscular chest rose and fell steadily.From the perspective of the Dragon Clan, even the strongest human warriors have skin that is so soft that they have no protection. It seems that the whole body can be easily pierced, but it is amazingly tough.

"How do you feel? Is there any discomfort?" Sarannar's action caused a strand of his hair to fall on Silas's arm, and Silas shrank his arms otherwise, avoiding the His heart itches to the touch.

"Not at all." Silas said and squeezed his fist, "It just seems to have no strength."

"It's normal, and it will be better after two days of rest." Sarannar said, it seems that even if Silas trusts his power enough, the influence of hypnotism still cannot be completely eliminated.

Silas said with a dreamy expression: "I actually woke up and healed, you are so amazing."

"Thanks to the trust." Sarannar said with a smile, not going to tell Silas that the terrible injury was entirely imagined by himself under the effect of hypnosis.

Even if Sarannar succeeded in insinuating that he had healed his wound, the horrific experience would remain in Silas's mind, a nightmare that he kept coming back to.However, this kind of psychological trauma can only be recovered slowly by Silas himself.

"Didn't you go to Segas City to negotiate with the envoy of Testara, why did you come back suddenly?" After admiring him, Silas became curious.

"Because I found out that someone has kidnapped you." Sarannar said, "A fallen nobleman like you who has been neglected all the time, who would go out of his way to make things difficult for you? It is obvious that the other party is coming for me. So I asked Thunder Blade to negotiate for me, and I came back to see who is courting death."

Thunder Blade is a mature silver dragon and the oldest dragon on the Dragon Peak. Obviously, he is the best candidate to replace Sarannar to negotiate.

But Silas's thinking suddenly jumped to another question: "But...how did you know that I was kidnapped?"

Sarannar smiled at him and said, "Guess."

He intended to be perfunctory and didn't want to tell Silas, but he didn't expect Silas to guess it.

"You've been spying on me in some way I don't know, haven't you?" Silas could only think of this explanation. "You don't believe me..."

"It's not just you, in fact, every dragon knight on the top of the dragon is being watched." Sarannar decided to tell him after thinking for a while, "This is already an unwritten rule of the Dragon Knights."

Silas opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he spit out helplessly: "I see..."

Now that everyone has woken up, Silas was too embarrassed to lie on Sarannar's bed. He sat up and tried to go back to where he should be.

"Where are you going?" Sarannar pressed his chest with one hand.

"I should go back to my bed." Silas explained, but Salanar didn't let go, Silas could only support his body with his elbows, "...Is there anything else?"

There was nothing wrong with Sarannar, he just suddenly felt that the young body felt good, and his hand slid across Silas's chest, even through the skin, muscles and bones, he could clearly feel the young man's body. A strong heartbeat, due to years of training to fight with both hands at the same time, Silas's chest and arms look very powerful, but they are not as strong as some more experienced fighters, and their muscle lines are not so tough.

Even from the perspective of the Dragon Clan, this is a pleasing body.

Looking at this young body, an idea suddenly sprouted in his heart.

For so many years he has been obsessed with studying magic and protecting his clan, but he has never had a partner.And there won't be any in the future, even if there is a female dragon who violates the nature of the race and wants to have offspring with him regardless of the consequences, he will not hope that his natural defect of being unable to speak will be passed down through the blood.It is impossible for him to find a partner in the Dragon Clan anyway, since he has completely given up childbearing, why not try another race?

After all, the life of the Dragon Clan is so long, any new thing is worth trying, isn't it?

"Salanar...?" Silas looked at him nervously, the black dragon's eyes sizing up his body made him feel like a piece of meat on a dinner plate, and the sudden touch made him even more breathless Dare to breathe.

Sarannar narrowed his golden eyes, stretched out a small tip of his pink tongue and licked his lips lightly, and said, "I want to eat you."

"Are... are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat right away." Silas was so frightened that he couldn't speak.

"Not happy?" Salanar looked at Silas's panicked eyes with mischief, "Didn't you say you let me eat you?"

Silas no longer remembers, he just said it casually before he was unconscious, Sarannar's sudden attitude made him a little flustered, and his voice was a little bit aggrieved: "But now There is no shortage of food, why do you insist on eating me?"

Even if he has the awareness to become a food reserve, it must be in an emergency situation where Sarannar is facing a famine, okay?When did his master become so unreasonable?Could it be that he did something unforgivable, or knew a secret that he shouldn't know, so he was going to be silenced by Sarannar?

"Do you need so many reasons to eat you?" Salanar had already grabbed his hand and pressed him on the bed while speaking, "As a dragon knight at this time, shouldn't you take off your clothes and lie flat, obediently Waiting to be eaten?"

"No..." Silas still wanted to struggle. He managed to survive a narrow escape, and before he had time to appreciate the beauty of life, he didn't want to die so inexplicably, but Saranar had already lowered his head and kissed him his lips.

Silas immediately opened his eyes wide and stopped struggling. He was completely dumbfounded.

Salanar's tongue nimbly pried open Silas's lips and teeth, and the tip of his tongue unexpectedly tasted a trace of blood. The young man was so nervous that he bit his own lower lip.He licked the wound for a moment before letting go of Silas's lips.

The dragon knight's chest heaved violently, and he looked at him in a panic: "Sarannar... um."

Saranar kissed him again, longer this time, tasting the young man's lips, moving down to the tight Adam's apple that slid up and down.

Silas felt that Salanar was biting his throat, and he was so nervous that goosebumps appeared all over his body. He couldn't help but wanted to struggle, but Salanar's strength was too great, his hands were like iron tongs Also firmly imprisoned his hand on the stone bed.