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

Lina was holding her breath as if fleeing for her life, but she didn't want to appear flustered, and kept running towards home, but she soon heard light footsteps catching up behind her.

Her heart jumped into her throat, and just as she was about to run away, the person behind grabbed her arm.

"What are you running for? Aunt Lina?" The girl looked at Lina excitedly: "How is it? Did you see clearly? Is that red-eyed man the hero you mentioned?"

Lina's tense body instantly relaxed, she nodded, and replied softly, "It's him."

It seemed that she was still worried about being chased by someone, even though her arm was held by the girl, Lina still walked home quickly.

"What's the hurry, Aunt Lina?" The girl was led, and hurriedly chased into the house.

Seeing Lina turning around in a panic and closing the doors and windows of the house, the girl became more and more confused: "Didn't you say he is your friend? Aren't you going to say hello to him?"

Lina was relieved after fastening the window bolts, turned around and smiled awkwardly: "That was more than 20 years ago, when I first met him, he was only 15 years old like you, so I haven't seen you for a long time, he must not know me, and I will make him embarrassed if I say hello suddenly."

"More than 20 years ago?" The girl was very surprised: "Didn't you say that he was only 19 years old at that time? He... why does he look about 20 years old now?"

"Silly girl." Lina smiled wryly: "The lifespan of dragons is more than ten times longer than ours, and of course they look different from us at the same age."

"Wow..." The girl muttered curiously, "Then how do we know how old a dragon is? The boy next to him who is half a head shorter than him looks younger, maybe he is already in his thirties Are you old?"

Lina replied: "The dragon clan should be able to identify the approximate age of the same clan by their appearance, but we foreigners can only judge by looking at their dragon horns."

The girl was very curious: "How do you see it? Teach me, Aunt Lina!"

"It's like the annual rings of a tree." Lina replied patiently: "For young dragons, the circles of black stripes on the dragon's horns will be very sparse, so the color will appear brighter. Some dragons are seven or eight hundred years old. For the old dragon, the horns of the dragon will turn completely black, and the original color in the gap of the black wheel cannot be seen. The dragon beside him has a sack on his head for some reason, so I can't tell his real age. "

"I've seen it, I've seen it!" The girl excitedly said, "The dragon horns of that dragon are golden in color, with very few black circles, and the color is also light, and the lines can't be seen clearly."

"That should be still young. The mental growth of the Dragon Clan is much slower than that of our Tuomi Clan. Don't look at them, they are all tall, and their personalities are like children."

The girl retorted: "I think that big hero is very mature and polite. He smiles at me as soon as we meet, and he smiles gently when talking to anyone. He is so graceful!"

Lina lowered her head and remained silent for a while, then smiled self-deprecatingly, and replied lightly: "He wasn't like this before."

In the past, the girl was only interested in how the dragon tribe kills enemies and saves the tribe. After meeting those two dragons, she became very curious about their personalities: "Did he not be so polite before? Is he just like the little dragon in the sack? Do you like to play tricks on people when you are mischievous?"

Lina shook her head, stared straight ahead blankly, seemed to be lost in memory, and replied hoarsely: "He doesn't have time to joke with people, that guy used to be fierce."

"Is it fierce to you?" the girl asked.

"It's fierce to everyone, including his teammate and partner of the same race." Lina chuckled absently, and changed her words: "I can't say it's fierce, but when you first met, you would think this dragon is so scary." Ah, why are you so angry? I remember that at the first dinner party when the Aowei envoy negotiated with our tribal leader, the diva who accompanied the guy raised the wine glass and wanted to feed it to his mouth, but his hand was suddenly caught by him halfway. Hold down, 'Boom' to push the wine glass back on the table, and the guy angrily warned the showgirl, 'You better not stain my shirt.'”

Lena suppressed a smile and imitated Gregor's expression and eyes at that time, and said in the fearful tone of the dragon at that time: "You eat yours, I eat mine, don't get yourself into trouble."

"It's so fierce!" The girl couldn't believe that the man who was smiling and handsome all the time would say such a thing!

"Isn't it? Everyone is afraid of him, not just the people in our tribe. The accompanying Aowei officials didn't dare to lift their heads when they saw him. At that time, I was still thinking: Could he be the emperor of Aowei? Such a young emperor."

"What will happen if you accidentally spill wine on him? Will he kill someone?" the girl asked nervously.

"Ha... that's what I thought too!" Lina laughed, "So when the clansman recommended me to perform dances for him, I was so scared that I cried, I couldn't control myself at all, but I was so stupid, I was standing there In front of him, while dancing obediently, tears flowed like a fountain."

The girl was surprised and said: "Did he find out that you were crying? Did he become friends with you because he saw that you were pitiful and didn't hurt you?"

Lina couldn't help but rolled her eyes: "Forget it, that guy still has that kind of kindness? He stopped the musicians at that time, stared at me fiercely and said: If you don't want to jump out, just go out. It just so happens that I don't know much about it." Appreciate your level of dancing."

"It's really fierce..." The girl shrank her neck: "Everyone said that Aunt Lina was the most beautiful woman in our tribe back then, and that dragon didn't know how to pity her. How did Auntie become his friend?"

"That's a long story..." Lina lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "I said, in fact, he just seems to have a bad temper. After you really get to know him, you will understand that the kid is just too sensitive and nervous." , I think he has a bit of low self-esteem, and he is always afraid that the officials will not take him seriously."

The girl's face was full of confusion: "Didn't you say before that he is the strongest dragon warrior in the world? He is so handsome, why should he feel inferior?"

"Not long after he broke his shell, Aowei had a conflict with the liberal dragons in the Dragon Realm. His parents died in battle, and he almost lost his nurturer at birth. I heard that the dragons do not have the protection of female dragons during lactation. , the young dragons will all appear insecure."

Lina recalled: "That guy is like this. He also loves to be brave and want to save face. He is obviously the youngest dragon, but he is the most disgusted when others mention his age, because the hard power of the dragon clan has a lot to do with age, and He always wants everyone to know how powerful he is, and it is no exaggeration to say that at that time, he might be the most annoying dragon in the entire dragon clan."

"Later, because you became friends with Aunt Lina, did you gradually open up your heart and become a handsome dragon?"

Lina couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't embarrass him, you are still handsome? I remember the first time I asked him 'Am I your friend now', when he fought with his teammate Dodra in order to save me One, from the shoulder here to the left chest was cut by Dodra's tail, covered in blood, and with a proud face, he asked me coldly: "You Tuomi people, like ants, live and die in a flash." How can I see you as a friend? Stop dreaming.'”

"Oh my god! This guy was such a nasty dragon at that time, Aunt Lena must have been very sad at the time?"

Lina smiled and shook her head: "At that time, I actually understood his nature. He spoke harshly, so I taunted him back and said to him, 'You should bandage the wound first, the noble dragon who almost died fighting for an ant warrior!'"

"Hahahahaha!" The girl felt comfortable: "He won't beat you up in anger, will he?"

"If he would beat me up, why would I dare to talk to him like that? I only dared to do so after knowing his character." Lina laughed: "At that time, his face was flushed, and he walked away in a hurry, and he changed after a while." After picking up clean clothes, I came back with my head held high and my chest held high, but the new clothes were stained red with blood soon after."

"Hahahaha..." The girl laughed so hard that her stomach hurts: "I really can't imagine what kind of dragon he is. I brought him to the village, and he was very polite! It seems that the dragon family is mature. It’s still pretty fast, and my personality has changed a lot!”

The smile on Lina's face suddenly froze. After a long silence, she said softly, "That's not him. He was imprisoned in the abyss called Haroji'an by the emperor of Aowei, and he hasn't fully awakened yet."

The girl didn't understand her words: "What? Where is he locked up? Isn't he just outside?"

"It's getting late, it's time for me to prepare meals." Lena turned to leave.

"I still want to hear your story, Auntie!" The girl said coquettishly, "Let's talk about it, come to our house for dinner later!"

Lina shook her head: "Go and see those two dragon warriors off. What's so interesting about the story? How can there be a living dragon standing in front of you?"

The girl woke up suddenly: "Ah yes! They are leaving soon, so I will see them off first!"

"Go."

Just as the girl was about to leave, she turned her head and asked in confusion: "It's so sunny outside today, what is Auntie doing with a scarf on?"

"Don't ask, just go."

When the girl went out, Lina hurriedly locked the door like a thief again.

She stood there in a daze for a long time, then turned and walked into the bedroom, sat in front of the dressing table, slowly took off the scarf, and stared blankly at the face in the mirror.

She comforted herself in her heart: the distance is farther, it seems that the age cannot be seen.

She plucked up the courage again to lean over to the mirror, looked left and right, and put on a smiling face in front of the mirror, but suddenly she backed away and straightened up as if she had been burned by herself in the mirror.

After a moment of silence, she smiled at the mirror again, and kept stretching the faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.

In all fairness, the charm of her face is still there, but the face of the man outside the door has hardly changed at all from when he left her and left 20 years ago.

The woman in front of the mirror suddenly had red eyes, and angrily covered the mirror with a scarf on the side, but the scarf kept slipping off. She stood up like avoiding a ghost, threw herself on the bed and pulled the quilt over her head to cover her head.

There was a suppressed sob in the quilt.