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

While a few people outside the door were talking, Hino hid the baby dragon in a firewood barrel in the corner of the kitchen, and piled hay on top of the barrel.

The cub just woke up and was still in a daze. He fell into the barrel from Shino's arms and felt uncomfortable, but when the surrounding light dimmed, he thought it was dark again, so he lay down with his belly open and waited. The elf patted and lulled him to sleep.

The eyes of several royal guards outside the door were fixed on Grandma Bonnie, wanting to hear how she would explain the crime of hiding elves.

There are almost no elves and Aowei people in Xuelu.

Most of the tribes defected to Xuelu out of dissatisfaction with the Aowei ruling system. As the ruling class, the Aowei tribe would naturally not be dissatisfied with themselves, while the elves were responsible for protecting the seven tribes. Betrayers will not go to Snow Deer either.

Mermaids in the territory are also quite rare, because mermaids are not used to living in fresh water for a long time, and the procedures for applying to enter and exit the enchantment are rather troublesome.

At this moment, two elves and a mermaid unexpectedly appeared in Bonnie's manor, obviously they were all outsiders.

"They were hunted down by Orway's priest and asked for shelter outside the barrier." Bonnie explained nervously: "We saw that they were innocent children, so we took them in."

A guard raised his eyebrows and asked, "Has it been reported to the parliament for review?"

"Preparing to report it!" Bonnie smiled flatteringly: "They are all children, and they haven't decided whether to become a Snow Deer citizen. We want to wait for them to think clearly before reporting to the council."

"Are you kidding, grandma?" Another guard with a long knife said displeasedly: "We defected to Snow Deer back then, and were blocked and waited outside the barrier before being inspected. Why haven't these elves made up their minds Don’t become snow deer people, you can live in your manor with good food and drink, because they are good-looking?”

Several guards around sneered, and the chief guard ordered in a deep voice: "Throw them out of the barrier immediately, and wait for the parliament to send someone to review."

Hino in the kitchen thumped when he heard this, and turned to look at the wooden barrel where the baby dragon was hidden.

If these people didn't find the cub, should he entrust the cub to Grandma Bonnie and Teacher Aiden first?Xinuo intuitively judged that the Wu couple was trustworthy.

"They are in a special situation!" Grandma Bonnie argued eagerly: "Someone outside the barrier is going to hunt and kill these children, and they can only wait for inspection here! Aiden and I will not let them slip away!"

The head of the guard sternly said: "Rules are rules. They are not Xuelu people now, so what does life and death have to do with us? Get out!"

"Slow down! Slow down!" Bonnie blocked the kitchen door with her short and chubby body, looked up at a group of tall troll guards angrily, and said fiercely: "You were at the knot back then. When the outside world was waiting for the review, it was cold winter and there was no prey. You were so hungry that you ate leaves and gnawed bark. Did I send you hot meatloaf and carrot soup? You were not snow deer people at that time, so I didn’t care about you Live or die?"

A group of men suddenly lost their momentum and lowered their heads.

The chief guard's tone became gentler: "Grandma, you didn't violate Snow Deer's regulations by giving us meatloaf, but it's against the law for you to let them enter the barrier now."

"It was I who broke the law!" Grandma Bonnie puffed her chest out and pushed away the troll guards with her chubby body: "You let the members of the parliament judge me! Don't drive my children away!"

A group of men scratched their heads and lowered their heads, all looking at the Dragon Councilor from the corner of their eyes.

The dragon councilor was still smiling, with one hand behind his back, patiently waiting for the guards to negotiate with the manor owner.

Seeing that the guards were all looking at him, the Dragon Councilor asked softly with a smile: "What are you waiting for?"

The chief guard bowed and replied: "Your Excellency Gregar, can you personally send these outsiders out of the barrier?"

The Dragon Clan member tilted his head and looked at him suspiciously: "But this is your duty."

"We've eaten Grandma Bonnie's meatloaf..." a guard beside him muttered softly.

"It's been eating for half a month..." Another guard whispered.

Bonnie looked like a hero who had won a medal, with her head held high, her nostrils upturned, and she raised her eyebrows and asked emphatically, "Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious..." The guards echoed in low voices.

The very old witch woman always has a strange magic power. She seems to be able to override some principles and become the grandma of the juniors of all races.

But the Dragon Clan in front of him didn't buy it. He didn't understand why the troll guards backed down, but he didn't intend to know. He just told Bonnie with a gentle smile: "These outsiders must send out the barrier immediately."

Bonnie knew that this dragon would never be as accommodating to her as other races, but she still tried to persuade: "These are innocent children..."

"Do you want me to do it myself?" Gregar looked at Bonnie with a calm smile on his dark red pupils, and he explained gently: "I don't understand why they violated their duties, I guess they did so It may upset you, but I'm sorry, you know I've been to Harrow twice, so I can't understand why you're angry, and I can only act according to the law."

Bonnie's face turned pale, and she suddenly held her breath, as if enduring great pain.

Not long after, she choked up with red eyes and said, "Don't mention that damn place to me!"

Thinking of the two dragons she raised with her own hands, she covered her mouth and lowered her head, sobbing tremblingly.

Facing the sudden tears of the elder Wu, Gregal raised his hand with a smile on his face, took out the parchment and charcoal from his bosom, and quickly wrote down a sentence: It is not appropriate to mention Hello Jian to the elder of the Wu.

This is a new harvest.

Over the years, Gregar has basically seldom caused unnecessary hatred by recording his reasons for angering foreigners. To a certain extent, he has changed the stereotype of the dragon's eccentric temperament. With good judgment, you can communicate with foreigners normally.

But this is the first time someone shed tears because he mentioned that place name, and he had to ask Mr. Sandy about the logic when he went back.

As for the murderous silver-haired elf behind Grandma Bonnie, Gregar can make an accurate judgment based on his own experience——

The elf wanted to kill him because he killed the elf's parents.

Although Gregar's current body is unable to understand the emotional transformation in this causal relationship, he can conclude from experience that the elf's hatred for him belongs to the highest level of hatred in his notes.

A single elf will never have the power to threaten him throughout his life, so there is no need for him to kill this elf for the time being.

Making these judgments is very cumbersome for a dragon who has entered Harojian twice, but even if it is cumbersome, it must be cleared up.

Gregar has now left the Aowei royal family, and no one will tell him what to do and what he can do. If he does not have a logical judgment criterion for his every move, it will cause very bad consequences, and he will become For a dragon that really deserves to be judged, the casualties caused by escaping will become meaningless.

"We're just here to take refuge," DiCaro forced to suppress the surging hatred in his chest, and begged the red-eyed dragon in a low voice: "I didn't know you were here, and I didn't intend to come to you. If you don't want to see Me, you can blow me out of the territory, but please let my friends stay for review, it is not safe for him outside the enchantment."

Gregar looked sideways at him, and replied politely: "Investigating the purpose of your coming here is the task of the review team. I am only responsible for eliminating unknown dangers. Please follow me."

Hino clenched his fists, looked uneasily at the wooden barrel behind him, and looked at Grandma Bonnie helplessly.

Grandma Bonnie guessed that he hid the young dragon, and immediately stepped forward to hint: "Xinuo, don't worry, go out and stay for a few days. Aiden and I will take turns to stay by your side. No one will bully you, so don't worry. Well, the...meatloaf at home will be prepared for you."

Xinuo decided to trust Grandma Bonnie, stepped forward and pushed Di Carlo, and comforted him: "It's okay, we'll go out for a few days, and we can stay in Xuelu after the review is over."

Di Carlo and Tai Lun didn't plan to go to Xuelu, but they knew that it was expedient for Xi Nuo to say so, so they all nodded and walked out the door obediently.

"hold head high?"

As if sensing Hino's departure, the cub, which had been lying obediently in the bucket, jumped up uncomfortably, and its little meaty claws groped around in the dark.

All I could feel was the rough texture of the barrel walls, no elves.

"Ang! Aang!" The cry of the cub visibly panicked.

Hino, who had already walked out the door, closed his eyes in despair.

"What's the noise?" A guard turned around and looked towards the kitchen suspiciously.

"It's a puppy just born a few days ago." Grandma Bonnie greeted with a smile, and waved her hand to let them move on.

"Ang! Aang!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud noise in the kitchen.

The guards all looked at the dark kitchen door curiously, always feeling that there was a strange force pouring out of the door.

There was a muffled thud, as if a heavy burden had fallen to the ground.

It was the cub that jumped out of the bucket.

"Aw! Aw!"

This immature cry made a group of troll guards tremble inexplicably. They heard the muffled sound of thumping and approaching extremely quickly.

It was as if a sealed terrifying monster was about to burst out of the door.

There was a harsh sound of metal rubbing, and the guards pulled out their sabers in unison, and their skins became hard defensive.

"Ang! Aang! Aang!" Amidst the terrifying roar, the "monster" finally rushed out... jumped out of the door.

With a muffled "plop", the lavender "monster" tripped over the threshold of the kitchen and rolled all the way in front of everyone.

It raised its fat head in a daze, and quickly locked onto the blond elf in the crowd with its pair of vine-purple eyes!

"What is this..." The head of the guard lowered his head and stared at the strange little beast on the ground in confusion.

"Grandma's meatloaf is really delicious." A guard teased: "The rats in the kitchen can be so fat and tender..."

A group of people laughed out loud.

"Ang! Aang!" Seemingly sensing a sense of danger, the cub jumped up in front of Shino uneasily, and opened its little dragon wings vigorously to demonstrate to a group of strangers.

The laughter of the guards stopped abruptly, and the next moment they instinctively knelt down on the ground.

The manor was silent.

But all fighting races felt the earth-shattering frequency of hunting.

Only Tyron and Gregar remained in their original standing posture.

"It's a headed dragon...it's a headed dragon!" A troll guard who recovered from his senses begged for help in a hoarse voice.

Gregar stood sideways, staring down at the little purple guy, and then at the guards kneeling on the ground shivering around him.

He turned around, took two steps slowly, and stood in front of the cub trying to flap the dragon's wings—

In the blink of an eye, there was an ear-piercing sound of silk cracking!

Hino saw a pair of crimson dragon wings stabbing straight out from behind the man in the white dress, stretching out "swish", covering him and the cub in a terrifying shadow like covering the sky and the sun!

Gregar stretched his dragon wings and did not attack, but stared coldly at the demonstrating cub with a pair of vertical pupils.

The purple little dragon wings that the cub was waving suddenly paused, and then slowly retracted.

Quietly, the cub turned around and hugged Shino's leg tremblingly.

Hino slowly bent over to pick up the cub, put it in his arms, lowered his head and whispered to the protesting dragon in front of him: "We surrender, you put away the dragon wings, it is timid."