The evil demon king in the puppy stage grabs my little biscuits

"The islanders here actually speak the language of the Wu tribe." Hino suppressed a smile and gently reminded the little fat dragon: "The elves can speak the languages ​​of the six tribes. I can't understand the dragon language, but I can understand everything else."

Little Fat Dragon was disappointed!

From the corner of the eye, Ilsa noticed that Hino was holding her left hand. Ilsa cheered up immediately, and smiled at Hino. "Now, please hold your favorite dragon with your right hand, three, two, one!"

Hino squinted at the opposite side to prove that he was liked by the little fat dragon. He couldn't laugh or cry. This little fat man was probably the only one in the world who dared to face thousands of troops and would still spend his mind on teasing him.

Ilsa pretended to inadvertently look down at Hino holding hands with her, and suddenly seemed to be awarded the Medal of Honor, and asked in surprise: "Is Isa the favorite? Then think about it, no' Like', it's 'favorite', if you don't think clearly..." Ilsa suddenly raised the dragon's tail, flicked it to the left, rolled up an invisible air, and raised it high, and suddenly smashed it on the stone pillar outside the palace go.

There was a muffled sound of "Boom", obviously no tangible objects were seen rolled up by the tail, but the surface of the beige stone pillar was cracked by something, and the stone fell to the ground.

Among the mixed-race nobles on the opposite side, some screamed in fright, and some covered their mouths in horror, staring at the sunken stone pillar with wide eyes and fear, as if they could see "something" being smashed on the stone pillar, It seems that the injury is not light.

Looking at the expressions of those people, Hino guessed that a half-blood nobleman should have taken advantage of Ilsa's playfulness with him just now, trying to hide his body and wait for an opportunity to sneak attack, but unexpectedly, Ilsa's tail rolled up and flew away during the play. .

"If you don't think about it, let go of Ilsa's hand first." The little chubby dragon still focused on Hino, wagging the tip of its tail, nervously waiting for Hino's "final decision", as if Raiders smashing dragons are not the same as him.

"..." In the dangerous situation ambushed on all sides, Hino couldn't let go of the little fat dragon's hand, so he could only accept the choice of favorite little fat dragon: "Okay, Ilsa, be careful, they can hide their bodies, You have to concentrate on dealing with them first, the business matters."

Little Fat Dragon pouted, and said unhappily: "That's the business."

While arguing with Hino, he swung his tail to accurately roll up the invisible attackers around him, and hit the distant pillar with a "bang bang bang".

Xinuo didn't know how this little chubby dragon was able to look stupid at the same time, but terrified a group of enemies on the opposite side.

Hino wanted to get serious and remind Ilsa to concentrate on dealing with the enemy, but before he could speak, Ilsa suddenly turned his head and looked behind him, warning: "Don't run, Ilsa is Nana's favorite dragon, and I can't go away for now .”

Standing behind him were nearly [-] rebel islanders, who looked at each other in confusion when they heard the words, not knowing what the "Son of God" was talking about.

After getting along with Ilsa for more than half a month, Bob was the first to understand the meaning, guessing that there should be a mixed-race noble hiding his body and preparing to escape in the chaos.

Bob immediately commanded the islanders to surround all the nobles in front of the palace in the center, airtight, and never let anyone go.

"Do you think you can be lawless with a group of mobs and a dragon!" The patriarch of a big family stepped forward unbearably, and angrily warned Hino: "Let that dragon leave the main city immediately, what do you want? We have a good discussion in private, if that dragon dares to hurt any nobleman again, we will not be polite! A dragon can sense a few or even a dozen talented hidden people by its dragon horn, but it is impossible to distinguish thousands of them at the same time. The whereabouts of the hidden talent, we don't want to cause a lot of casualties, it doesn't mean we are afraid of that dragon, please don't play with fire!"

Hino frowned when he heard the words, turned to look at Irsa, and asked in a low voice: "How many hidden people can your dragon horn sense at the same time? If you are not sure, we will take Andre out of here first, and wait for Di Carlo They came to support."

The little fat dragon pouted: "Issa not enough?"

Hino explained in a low voice: "I know Ilsa is very powerful, but these people have special talents. We don't even know how many hidden people are around waiting for opportunities."

Seemingly dissatisfied with Hino's concern about his strength, Ilsa blinked her eyes, turned her head leisurely, glanced at the "invisible" hidden people, turned around, and asked Hino seriously: "How many? Guess then. "

Hino smiled wryly and said, "How can I guess? Don't play with Ilsa, it's very dangerous now, we have to..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Ilsa's purple pupils suddenly retract.

A strong fighting spirit sent chills down the backs of thousands of people on the field.

Even Shino held his breath and looked at Ilsa suspiciously.

Ilsa squinted and smiled, and said to him softly, "Look around."

Hino turned his head in doubt, and was shocked to find that there were clusters of thin purple plasma gas surrounding him, enveloping the silhouette of a human being. There were about 30 people, obviously hiding around waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack on the mixed-blood talent!

"Now?" Ilsa asked the elf, "Then guess if Isa is sure."

"..." Hino suddenly realized that he seemed to have underestimated the "next Dragon God of War".

Although Ilsa looks silly, it's just a visual deception caused by the baby's fat cheeks, and the Ilsa in the official history is the norm to play with others in the palm of his hand.

To Ilsa, the more than 1000 mixed-blood talents in front of him were all prey to his mouth. The reason why he didn't make a quick decision was simply because he wanted the elf to hold him for a while.

But how can Xinuo trust the strength of a little chubby dragon who was scared to death in mid-air just now because of fear of heights?

He still remembers the bitter scene when Ilsa swung her little fleshy wings at Gregor, but was so frightened by Gregor's big dragon wings that she turned around and hugged her legs in an instant.

"Just be serious." Hino couldn't find any other reason, so he could only plead to the little fat dragon in a low voice: "If these villains are not under control for a moment, I can't feel at ease for a moment. I will accompany Yi after I finish my business." Ersa to play, okay?"

Ilsa laughed, looked at Hino excitedly, and drooped her long eyelashes a little bit shyly, scratched the tip of her nose with her right hand, feeling very happy, as if she was reminiscing about something.

Hino didn't even know why he was so happy all of a sudden.

Ilsa is really happy.

Dragons are actually very rough in terms of emotional expression. Their body structure is almost all tightly designed for combat, including the brain structure, so they are born unable to express their emotions too delicately, but this does not mean that they cannot receive external emotional feedback. .

What Hino said just now seemed to be nothing special, but Ilsa felt for the first time that the elf was relying on him wholeheartedly.

He needs to enter his own world, digest slowly the happiness of being dependent, but at the same time he can't live up to the elf's dependence, so he finally focused his attention on the group of mixed-race nobles opposite.

A burst of high-intensity hunting frequency directly caused the patriarch of the most respected and respected family to kneel on the ground. In the eyes of the islanders, just being glanced at by the "Son of God", the nobles in front of the palace all knelt on the ground. They really are gods bless.

Ilsa turned her head and ordered to Bob: "Lock them up."

Bob was still wondering why the group of nobles were all kneeling on the ground suddenly. Maybe he should ask whether these people still have the ability to act and whether they can be controlled.

But at the moment when the boy looked at him calmly and asked him, Bob straightened up and responded loudly, "Yes."

In the eyes of a ten-year-old boy, he saw the deterrent power of orders and heroes, and this kind of majesty is different from those mixed-race nobles who oppressed the islanders by force. Bob knew that even if he did not accept the order, he would not be harmed, but he was willing. There is even a sense of honor to accept Ilsa's dispatch.

This is a firm belief brought by whole-hearted recognition and awe, as if he has foreseen the future, and Bob feels that this boy will surely bring a new era full of hope to the Seven Clans.

Most of the nobles were imprisoned, and only the lord stayed in the palace to negotiate with Shino.

Hino asked the lord to remove the concealment barrier and the interference of the magnetic field. The lord did not object. There was a chubby and cute dragon sitting beside the elf opposite, but he had no doubt that if he didn't cooperate, he would be killed by that cute dragon. The dragon ended his life and passively fulfilled the wish of the elves to release the hidden enchantment on the island.