Palm Dragon

Adrian had been drinking for a long time before, and he was already a little dazed after wandering in the night wind for a long time. Then he was suddenly stimulated by such a sudden sound, and fell down again with a crisp "crack".

Then it stopped moving.

This time, the other party who was watching the fun was taken aback.

"Is this... fainted from fright?" He touched his face suspiciously. "Do I look that scary?"

The unknown person squatted down Adrian's ear and grabbed it. "You look very young."

According to Adrian's current size, if it is said that he has just broken his shell, there will be dragons and dragons will believe it.

But a baby who smells like alcohol is unreasonable to anyone.

"Underage alcoholic? It's really nerve-wracking—" The low-pitched laughter didn't reveal any distress at all, but instead, he readily picked up Adrian, who was already delirious.

The evening wind rustled the hedges, and the occasional guards who passed by suddenly stopped and saluted respectfully ten steps away.

He waved his hands casually, and slowly walked to the other side of the garden.

It wasn't until the tall figure was gone that a green dragon guard questioned his companion doubtfully: "...just now...my lord was talking to himself?"

"I can hear it very clearly." This person's answer was also very puzzled. "It seems to be saying... black looks better with that kind of ribbon...?"

The endless banquets after leaving Dragon Island were somewhat boring, so they couldn't help discussing secretly: "My lord seems to be holding something in his hand..."

"Did you pick up another kitten or something?"

"Please, how can an ordinary kitten be picked up so easily? Don't look like a wounded beagle like last time. After the injury is healed, it turns into a third-tier monster that stepped on half of the garden..."

"This is the holy imperial capital, there shouldn't be those things..."

"What?" A sudden voice interrupted.

"Ah, Lord Al..." The little guard was terrified, and hurriedly saluted.

The sudden appearance of Al and Ferris made them scurry across the lawn without even looking up - the atmosphere around Lord Ferris was terrible.

"Oops—scared them."

"A guy who can only be lazy." Huolong snorted.

"Is it because they are afraid that they will look up, and tomorrow the whole palace will be discussing Lord Ferris' new look?"

"roll!"

"It's okay, we can try another pharmacist... Your hat is actually pretty good...""

"..."

"Ahhh! You're crazy! This is a very rare amethyst okra——ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! You can explain it yourself...ahhhhh stop spraying the flowers here are very rare I was wrong— —”

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Adrian felt that he wanted to sleep in the white clouds that had been exposed to the sun all day, and the fluffy clouds wrapped him up completely, and there was a scent of fragrance.

What does it taste like?

Adrian felt that he must have smelled this smell that made him feel so dear, but he couldn't remember it.

The warm hole in the big tree on Dragon Island also gave him this feeling.

But very comfortable.

Xiaolong almost wanted to roll.

But Yun wrapped himself up so tightly that he couldn't move.

Adrian moved his numb paw in a daze, and he felt uncomfortable again.

Should get up.

The body told him.

But why?Xiaolong inhaled the warm aroma on the "cloud", resolutely ignoring the warning from his body.

Squint again, before Layton snatches the quilt away and forces himself to get up...

"Guess." Enthusiastically.

"Not interested." Seeing Landis's expression of digging a diamond mine, Bello had no intention of applauding him at all.

"I hope that His Majesty the Dragon King will not waste his precious time on unnecessary things—has the Pope invited you there for the second time?"

Landis was not shocked by the cold response at all, but became even more excited.

"That old bald man has nothing to say except that he wants to play Dragon Island. Why don't you come and see what I found?"

Pick up?

Bello lazily raised his eyes and looked at the legendary majestic and ruthless Dragon King—if everyone knew that this was just his face project, there would be a lot of disillusionment and heartbreak.

The cruel Dragon King is actually an idiot who likes to pick things up.

Bello's beautiful eyes did not look at Landis, and he calmly kicked the Dragon King who was trying to pounce on him to the side.

Today, just the performance of the head sacrifice and the endless banquets made him too tired to say a word - dealing with the Dragon King is more energy-consuming than leading troops to conquer the demons!

Back in the room, I saw the Dragon King, who was supposed to be at the banquet, sleeping leisurely on his bed.

The beautiful dragon general is too lazy to be polite to his king.

Landis quickly got up from the ground and offered a treasure: "I found an interesting little thing in the garden - it seems to be drinking too much..."

The big white bed also seemed to respond to the Dragon King's words sensibly, and a small quilt moved.

"You just picked something up and stuffed it on my bed?"

Bello's smooth forehead didn't affect his image, and he usually prefers to put his anger into action - the Dragon King was kicked to the ground for the second time tonight.

"You overstepped," Landis said with a smile on the carpet.

Ignoring Landis, Bello lifted the quilt that was rolled into a ball, no matter if it was a kitten or a pig, they had to roll with him into their own room!

wow.

The quilt was really stolen.

Adrian rolled over in frustration, protesting with a raised ass.

He doesn't get up.

Bello froze.

On the bed... lying on the bed was a sleeping dragon.

A tiny black dragon, with a soft pink ribbon tied to one paw, was lolling on his bed.

Bello looked at Landis with a complicated expression: "Where did it come from?"

"A gift from the garden." The Dragon King replied without blushing, poking Adrian's butt casually. "Pick it up for you to raise."

He also went around to the female relative's residence to get a lovely pink lace ribbon.

But Xiaolong's belly was too round, and the ribbon was not long enough, so he had to tie it on his paw.

Adrian flicked his tail to drive the harassing hands away.

Bello gritted his teeth. He really wanted to kill this ignorant guy: "What do you raise? Which dragon is willing to give you a child that he accidentally lost in the garden?"

Or should I correct his habit of picking up things as gifts when he was walking?

"All dragons wish to give me their children." Landis smiled. "I believe that I will be the ideal father model in the hearts of all dragons."

Of course, who wouldn't want to pick up a Dragon King father?

What's more, it is the silent, mighty, powerful and ruthless Dragon King in the legend.

"That's not the point." Bello took a deep breath.

Has this guy casually treated Xiaolong as an abandoned cat on the side of the road?

"Then what's the point?" Dragon King was very modest.

"The point is, the child's parents may be in a hurry! And..." Bello paused.

Landis suppressed his smile.

"You know, I already have my own child." Bello looked at Adrian on the bed.

"I don't think it's very likely." Landis began to fiddle with Adrian's tail again.

"What do you mean?" Bello frowned.

The Dragon King motioned him to look closer.

"...Fire Dragon?" Bello whispered in surprise.

The attributes of Xiaolong's body really show that it is a light attribute fire dragon.

but……

Save for the goofy pink ribbons on his paws, the little dragon has only one color—black.

It's just that the color on the belly is lighter.

Bello looked complicated.

"It didn't come out with us," Landis said.This is the total number of dragons participating in the Full Moon Festival this time.

Even without the total number, no dragon this small would follow.

"I haven't seen a black fire dragon on Dragon Island either."

There is only one explanation for this.

This little dragon was not accepted by Dragon Island.

Unaccepted dragons, and certainly no anxious parents.

Dragons usually don't leave their children alone unless...

Bello rubbed his forehead.

"victim?"

"No matter what the reason is, the matter has passed." Dragon King said. "It has nothing to do with what happened back then, and the Dragon Clan should be responsible for it." Or more precisely, compensation.

That's why Landis took Adrian back so simply instead of throwing it to the guards to let him send the lost little guy out.

"Of course it doesn't matter." Bello's expression had changed. "Is the dragon in question... still alive?"

Landis grabs Bello's hand, but it is quickly drawn away. "You make me feel very guilty."

"I don't want to talk about this." Bello said coldly. "And that has nothing to do with you."

"Then don't show such a sad expression." Landis said softly. "I just want you to be happy."

Bello didn't answer, his expression was complicated, but it was definitely not "happy".

Xiaolong was not disturbed by the disputes around him at all, and turned over comfortably.

Layton didn't continue to force himself to get up.Adrian actually realized this in his dream, and laughed.

Xiaolong's sudden smirk broke the awkward silence in the room.

Bello involuntarily softened his expression.

"Is it dreaming?" Dragon King touched his chin.It turns out that dragons can also talk in their sleep?

"Maybe I dreamed of something happy." Bello said softly.

Xiaolong on the bed giggled with his chubby belly, kicking his fat hind legs.

Bello couldn't help but laugh at its antics, too.

"Maybe I'm having a good dream..." The voice stopped abruptly.

The Dragon King was stunned, coughed lightly, and turned his eyes away.

The room fell silent again.

Bello, who was about to cover the little dragon with a quilt, froze in mid-air, and the Dragon King, who had good eyesight, could even see the trembling of the slender fingers gripping the corner of the quilt tightly.

Landis forced himself not to look at the... well, little stream that was running happily on the crisp white sheets.

"Perhaps, the meaning of the young dragon kicking its legs... is a precursor to excretion..."

The Dragon King found helplessly that he couldn't find a more gorgeous reason to make Bello's face look better - he looked like he would change back to his original shape and bite himself to death at any time. "I mean, it's been drinking a lot." Bello's fist clenched and then loosened, and then clenched again.

He didn't know whether a full-fledged sane dragon should fix the brat in someone else's bed first or punch the cheeky culprit first in this situation.

Adrian still didn't wake up, but his expression became much more relaxed, and he stopped kicking his legs.

Xiaolong rolled to a dry place and started snoring again.

As for the soggy sheets on the other side - it's all the wine's fault right?