Accidentally raised the dragon crookedly

"Brother...I'm going to die." Yilu gently pressed the tip of his nose against Fu Shuan who was curled up on his dragon's palm, and murmured softly.He could no longer maintain his standing posture, and simply lay down on the ground, staring at the man in military uniform obsessively.

He really wanted to tell the other party that he was very happy to see the other party at the end of his life.A tear flowed from the corner of Yilu's eye, but he was still a little unwilling, almost...

Fu Shu'an held the red blade fiercely, and hit the opponent's palm with the hilt of the sword not lightly or heavily.

He didn't expect that this kind of result would be the result of his hurrying and hurrying.

The panel in front of him is that the life bar belonging to Xiaoyin is dropping rapidly, 45%... 30%... 12%.

No, I can't see Xiaoyin die like this.

He looked at Yinlong who was slowly closing his eyes, his heart was pierced like a knife.Fu Shu'an looked at the last 5%, his hands were trembling, and he turned his head to look at the haggard-faced big dragons. His heart was half cold when he met Nolan's sad eyes.

Fu Shu'an staggered to Xiaoyin's peaceful sleeping face and half-kneeled on the ground. He stretched out his hand to gently caress the other's cold scales, crying and shouting: "You won't die...you won't..."

'System, you can save him, right?Tell me what you need, he can't die! '

Instead of answering him in the sea of ​​consciousness, the system appeared beside Fu Shuan, gently hugged Fu Shuan's body and said in a low voice, "Master host, Xiaoyin wants to die...I can't help it."

"Why would he want to die? Why?"

Fu Shu looked at the system steadily, and then immediately raised his head to look at Rosa who was standing aside with an indifferent expression.

Seeing him looking at her, Rosa frowned slightly, avoiding his man-eating eyes and said calmly, "He shouldn't have existed."

The ice-blue dragon tail suddenly emerged from the ruins, and slapped Rosa's face fiercely.Nolan's eyes were scarlet, and he gave a nasty snort, "Dragon God... what Dragon God! What right does he have to deprive my son of his soul? If I had known this, I should have killed him directly!"

Rosa wasn't angry after being hit by this tail, but she became angry when she heard her words. She said fiercely: "Don't slander Your Majesty the Dragon God! He did this for the sake of the entire Dragon Clan!"

"Fuck!"

Nolan couldn't bear it anymore, and dragged his bruised body to wrestle with Rosa.Seeing this, Wigg took the opportunity to break away from Rosa's spell, and was cut off by Witchell on the way to help.

"Vig, hit me first if you want to go there." Witchell licked his lips excitedly.

Jin Long looked at the black dragon who had broken hands and eyes and was speechless. He gritted his teeth and said viciously, "Witchell, just say it if you want to die!"

The scene was chaotic, layers of black clouds floating in the sky had already faded a bit, suddenly a gust of wind blew past, and light rain started to fall.

A silver dragon in the rain curtain quietly transformed into a human form, and his slender body was gently hugged into his arms. Fu Shuan lowered his eyelashes and wiped off the raindrops on his face little by little, half kneeling in the rain like this ,like a statue.

Until a rainbow bridge appeared in the sky, he still hugged her tightly and refused to let go.

"……and then?"

Haimer peeped through the closed door to no avail, so he could only secretly come to Nom to inquire about the news. Nom was very helpless to this weak orc leader, and it was really good to see a very young child blocking people. Yes, he has never escaped once since his return.

Noam resigned to his fate and put down the weapon in his hand, pouted towards the room at the end of the corridor, and sighed with some melancholy, "We all saw that the dragon died, but Mr. Fu insisted on bringing him back. Know what he thinks."

"I don't believe that Xiaoyin just died like this..." Haimo recalled the other person's face and thought of the scene of being threatened and warned by him all the time. His body was trembling, and he still didn't want to believe that such a powerful person died.

No!He is a dragon!How could the Dragon Race be so fragile? !

"That's all I know. You might as well comfort Mr. Fu if you have time to block me. He must be suffering right now."

Noam caught a glimpse of his companions packing up and going on patrol, and he also picked up his equipment and left.

Haimo looked at all gone, walked to the door of the room with his head downcast, and knocked on the door tentatively, "An'an, are you okay? Can I... can I come in?"

No one paid attention to him, so Haimo had no choice but to bite the bullet and barge in.

When the door was opened, there was no one there.

"What's the situation? Where's the person?"

Haimo stared dumbfounded at the untouched room, and hurried out.

The dense forest stretches as far as the eye can see, and the soft leaves are still dripping with pure dew. Occasionally, one or two snow-white bunnies come out of the deep forest, chasing and playing along the shore of the lake, all the way to the rose at the end of the forest. in the garden.

Out of the garden came out an old man with a long beard, wearing a white sackcloth robe, and plucked a few white roses.

The door of the hut was gently pushed open, and a black-haired man came out slowly. He had taken off his military uniform and was standing in the wind wearing a soft white gauze. His pure black eyes reflected the entire blue sky. .

"Give you."

A few white roses were delivered to him.

Fu Shu'an raised his head to meet the loving face of the old man, and smiled slightly, "Thank you very much."

The old man shook his head, looked at the roses of various colors and said softly: "In our Dragon Clan, everyone doesn't like these beautiful flowers. They think soft and fragile things are the most useless."

"But I'm different. I just like the beauty of these roses. There was a fire in my garden once, and all the roses were burned. Everyone laughed at me, but I always believed that my roses would be reborn. "

Fu Shu'an met the brilliance in his eyes, and subconsciously grasped the hem of his clothes.

"and after?"

"Later... this was the best result." The old man patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and pointed to his beautiful and bright manor.

Fu Shu'an looked at the delicate and charming rose, and suddenly understood what he meant when he said these words to himself.He turned his head slowly, and his eyes fell on the sleeping person in the hut.

Illu...will you be born again like these roses?

"Child, don't worry, he will wake up." The old man picked up the water bottle and walked slowly to the backyard as he spoke, and began to water his baby.

The blue-haired boy appeared beside Fu Shuan, and Fu Shuan seemed to think to himself, "Will he really wake up?"

The system nodded seriously, "What the host wants will definitely come true!"

Fu Shu'an suddenly smiled when he heard the words, turned around and rubbed the boy's head, and said apologetically, "Thank you for your hard work, isn't it difficult to bring him into the dungeon?"

It was the best way he could think of.

Little Silver was born in the most barren and absurd time of the Dragon Clan, so he should be taken to see the most prosperous Dragon Clan hundreds of years ago, and only here can he sleep peacefully.

The system chuckled, "It's okay! Xiaoyin is your mount! Of course he can enter here!" He detected someone approaching, and instantly got into Fu Shuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

The doorbell of the Rose Garden was pressed hastily. Seeing that the old man was still concentrating on taking care of the flowers, Fu Shuan had no choice but to walk a few steps to open the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a familiar-looking but slightly young boy.

The shoulder-length blond hair was scattered, and a pair of beautiful round eyes looked exquisite but somewhat arrogant.

The other party obviously recognized him, and immediately frowned in surprise: "Aren't you the one who gave us the thorn branches? Where's the old man?"

"He's in the backyard..."

Before the words finished, the boy rushed out in a hurry, a pair of golden dragon wings drew a beautiful arc in the air.

Fu Shu'an was stunned for a moment, "Vig..."

The young Fei Fei paused, then turned his head and said, "How do you know my name?" The soft blond hair was disturbed by the breeze, and the golden pupils facing the light refracted bright light.