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

"Ang! Aang!" The cub's chubby face was buried in Di Carlo's arms, and he still did not stop resisting.

After a few steps, the little guy spread out his dragon wings angrily, and made a muffled little purr in Di Carlo's arms.

"Put me down." Tyron urged in a low voice.

Hino complied obediently, turned around and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Tai Lun's face was paler than before, and he frowned and bent over with his hands on his legs, panting restlessly.

"Did it hurt the wound?" Shino bent over nervously and looked up at him: "If you can't move, don't force it. Let's find a new hiding place."

Tai Lun seemed to be in extreme pain, and it took him a long time to force his voice: "It's... that dragon..."

"Ah?" Hino straightened up and looked at the cub buried in Di Carlo's arms: "What's wrong with it?"

Tai Lun seemed to want to say something, but was firmly suppressed by that extreme shocking frequency.

"What happened to this mermaid?" Di Carlo muttered impatiently.

"He was injured." Shino explained in a low voice: "There are ice spikes in his body that have not melted, and it will take two days for him to recover."

DiCaro said with distaste: "It's all hurt like this, and you still dare to dislike me as a hindrance. You combat races really don't have any self-knowledge."

"Yes..." Tai Lun seemed to be irritated, trying to make a sound to explain: "The dragon... is... warning..."

Hino suddenly realized something, turned around quickly, and hugged Ilsa from Di Carlo's arms back to his own.

The moment the breath in the embrace changed, the cub's small snoring stopped abruptly, and the dragon's wings were slowly retracted. The fat head was leaning against Xinuo's arms, as well-behaved as before.

Tai Lun finally let out a breath, straightened up, raised his head, closed his eyes and panted wearily.

"What the hell is going on?" Di Carlo looked at the young dragon holding Hino's front with its small meaty claws suspiciously: "Did this little guy attack you just now?"

Tai Lun finally regained his composure, looked at the chubby dragon cub, and explained helplessly: "It seems that the guardian creatures are completely unable to accept the hunting frequency released by the dragon."

Xinuo looked down into his arms in surprise, the young dragon was raising his head, staring at him uneasily with a pair of purple pupils.

"So you were scared stupid by this little chubby dragon just now?" Di Carlo walked up to the mermaid boy gloatingly and teased: "Hahahaha, poor little fish, Brother Elf tells you a secret: the purple one The 'Giant Dragon' has no teeth yet, so it is logical that it can't swallow a fish as big as yours, so we don't need to be too nervous."

"I'm not afraid of it." Tai Lun justified in a cold voice: "The energy vibration of the dragon race will surpass the judgment of the fighting race and directly activate the sense of fear. My mental defense power is invincible in the North Sea. It is this dragon that hunts and kills it." The frequency energy is extremely strong, it is really extraordinary, if there were trolls and mermaids around just now, you should be able to see them suddenly collapsed to the ground in pieces."

These words made the teasing look on Di Carlo's face serious.

Indeed, when this dragon is angry, it can directly make several troll warriors kneel instinctively. Di Carlo has seen it before.

This was even scarier than the dark red-eyed dragon killer he had met before.

When he was fleeing with his parents when he was young, he was protected by a tribe of trolls. Although the warriors of the trolls would temporarily become stiff under the threat of the dragon killer, they never collapsed on the spot.

This made Di Carlo inexplicably feel a little ominous, and turned to look at the little fat man in Hino's arms.

This little chubby dragon is not as harmless as it looks on the outside. The reason why it didn't hurt Di Carlo and Shino is because the elves themselves are half of the dragon's nemesis.

There is no structural organization in the brain of the elves to receive the hunting frequency of the dragon, so it is impossible to measure which level the energy level of this little fat dragon belongs to.

If this little guy is more terrifying than the dragon that DeCarlo met when he was young...

"Hino." Di Carlo asked seriously: "Should we send this young dragon to the palace? I heard that dragons who are not restrained by parents and priests before the age of seven will completely lose the sense of obedience when they grow up. We are sure It cannot be restrained."

At this moment, Xinuo seemed to have been splashed with a bucket of cold water, and his heart was suddenly confused.

Is the hint of the god stone what he thinks it means?

"Let's go first." Hino said in a hoarse voice, holding the cub in his arms and said to Di Carlo, "Can you carry Tyron up the mountain?"

"Hey!" Di Carlo looked at the mermaid boy with a schadenfreude smile, "No way, who told us little mermaids to be so weak? Come on, the strong elf brother will carry you up the mountain!"

"No need." Tai Lun didn't even look at the silver-haired elf, straightened his waist and walked towards the distant mountain by himself.

Hino knew that the future mermaid king was a fish with strong self-esteem, so he didn't force it, but slowed down and took care of Tai Lun's injuries.

All the way is preoccupied.

Hino dared not admit that from the moment he retrieved the cub from the sea, he secretly made up his mind to raise the dragon with his own hands and teach it to be a good dragon.

He wanted to try it, after all, he couldn't imagine how scary this cute and harmless little guy could become without a bad guy to guide him.

But Tai Lun's pain just now seemed to wake up Hino with a slap.

This little chubby dragon is not as harmless as he sees it. He thinks it is harmless, but because he is an elf, he cannot feel the real threat of the dragon clan.

What if the dragon was actually born a demon?

"Ang! Aang!" The young dragon raised his head, trying to arouse Hino's attention.

Hino looked down at it with a sad face.

The young dragon, which finally got Xinuo's attention, flicked its little tail excitedly, and eagerly "heck, heck" at Hino as if about to spit milk.

Every time this happens to the young dragon, Hino will patiently and gently massage its belly. When it stops hiccupping, Hino will rub its forehead twice and tell it: "Ilsa is so good."

This sentence is a sign that the young dragon feels loved. Although Hino did not touch its dragon horns, as long as "Ilsa is so good", it will not be thrown away.

At this moment, Hino didn't pay attention to the cub's behavior at all, and looked at the cub worriedly, secretly praying to the gods for clear instructions.

What to do with it?

Harmless and cute are just illusions. This cub will threaten the opponent just because it protects the food. If the one sent by the sacred stone to assassinate the young dragon is another race, I am afraid that it would have done it long ago.

The three of them climbed over two mountains in silence, and they didn't find a small village until dawn. Di Carlo found a small hotel and planned to rest for half a day.

The hotel was damp and dark, so the three of them went out and sat in the small courtyard in the center of the hotel to bask in the sun.

There are two goats and five chickens in the yard, and a group of chicks run with the hen.

As soon as the little fat dragon hit the ground, he jumped after a group of chicks, and learned how the hens looked for corn kernels on the ground.

The cub picked up a corn kernel, hesitatingly prepared to stuff it into his mouth, but fortunately, Di Carlo held the little paw in time.

Di Carlo hugged the cub, squatted next to the goat and the chicken, and patiently taught: "You are a dragon, even if you are really hungry, you should eat meat, not corn, these chickens and goats are your food, understand?" ?”

Cub: "Ang!"

DiCarlo tried to teach it to speak: "This is a chicken, this is a goat, do you understand? Say it to me: mountain—sheep—"

The cub didn't pay attention to Di Carlo's instruction at all, and happily jumped out of Di Carlo's arms, bouncing around and offering the corn he picked up to Xinuo.

Tai Lun's wound began to ooze blood again, and Shino was trying to squeeze out the last bit of energy from the God Stone to heal him.

"hold head high!"

Shino lowered his head and saw the cub proudly sticking out its belly, holding up the corn kernels in its paws, and flicking its tail at him.

In the past, no matter what kind of broken stones or even small bugs the cub found to give to Shino, it would be praised as "Ilsa is amazing" and patted on the head, but today, Shino only said to it: "Go talk to Di Carlo for a while."

"Ang!" The cub picked up another pile of corn kernels without giving up, and placed them neatly at Shino's feet, waiting for the general's inspection like a drill soldier.

Di Carlo on the side observed for a long time, and finally found a breakthrough in the cub's behavior.

He noticed that the cub seemed to enjoy being affirmed by Shino.

This made Di Carlo think of the secret of teaching dragon cubs to speak.

He immediately walked up to Hino and reminded him in a low voice: "Every time I say a word, you will praise me for being amazing, and then touch my head, understand?"

Hino didn't think about what he was going to do, and agreed casually.

So, in front of the cub, Di Carlo pointed to the goat and said to Shino, "Goat—goat."

Hino immediately complimented "Di Carlo is amazing", then raised his hand and patted him on the head.

The cub suddenly opened its eyes wide alertly, turned to look at the goat, and then at DeCaro.

"There's a show!" DiCaro winked at Shino, then continued pointing at the goat and said, "Goat—goat."

Hino once again praised Di Carlo and gave him a pat to encourage him.

The cub's chubby face became bewildered, as if he had suddenly discovered that the way he received praise had changed.

It jumped to Shino's feet, picked up the neatly arranged corn kernels, and tried to hand them to Shino, but Shino didn't accept them.

Di Carlo continued to repeat the pronunciation to the goat, and easily got the praise and head pat from Hino.

However, the performance of the two elves did not get the desired result.

The cub didn't try to imitate De Carlo's language, but ran around the yard nervously, catching chickens and giving them to Xi Nuo, and picking up stones and giving them to Xi Nuo.

"This is really the dumbest student I've ever taught." Di Carlo shook his head with his hands on his hips in despair.

Hino was not disappointed, and made excuses for the cub: "The communication method of the dragon clan is not our language in the first place, and it will naturally learn it after it takes shape."

Di Carlo frowned and said: "When it takes shape, can we still control it? Don't be afraid of trouble, we have to start teaching it to recognize things now."

In the evening, the cub caught a grasshopper from nowhere and gave it to Xinuo.

When it was time to breastfeed, the little guy would have been screaming around his feet, but today he felt a sense of crisis and was "hunting" everywhere.

Shino hugged it on his lap, took out a cheese stick and handed it to its mouth.

Unexpectedly, the little guy turned his chubby face, refused to eat, and handed the grasshopper to Xinuo.

There was no other way, so Xinuo had no choice but to accept the grasshopper.

The cub's purple pupils opened wide in excitement, but unfortunately, Xinuo didn't praise or coax it, but just continued to feed it cheese.

The cub suddenly lowered its head dejectedly.

Hino asked it in a suspicious voice, "Aren't you hungry today?"

There was no response, and the back of the cub's lonely head remained motionless.

"Ilsa?" Hino tried to pass the cheese to its mouth again.

The cub suddenly shrank its neck, as if a powerful explosion was brewing——

Hino subconsciously leaned back. The last time he saw this little guy shrinking his neck and becoming more round, the next moment the mermaid's water mist barrier was blown away by the purple plasma. I don't know what this little guy wants to do again.

The cub suddenly raised its chubby face, staring at Shino with bright purple pupils, opened its small mouth, and tried to make a sound tremblingly: "Ang...Ang...Ang...Ang...Aang?"

Hino: "???"

The cub jumped up suddenly, raised its head and said to Hino again: "Aang?"

Hino actually understood that the little guy was trying to pronounce the word "goat".

"Pfft..." Hino couldn't hold back, and laughed with his head raised.

Laughter represents happiness, which gives great encouragement to the cubs.

Perhaps thinking that his pronunciation had become perfect, the cub excitedly said "Aang" several times, and then immediately lowered his head towards Hino's chin.

The most powerful Ilsa will definitely be touched this time.