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

Gregar's young dragon summation mission failed, and was called out by Aiden and Sandy for two-on-one exchanges and guidance.

When he came back, Gregor was drooping, as if he had been trained a lot, and became much more obedient, and confessed to the little chubby dragon who was rolling on the sofa: [I only learned to speak goat in their language when I was seven years old. 】

The young dragon finally stopped rolling and seemed to have regained hope. He turned his chubby face and looked weakly at the elf squatting in front of the sofa: "Ang? Aang?"

Hino deceived himself to the dragon: "Yes! It's Aang!"

Grandma Bonnie reminded in a low voice: "It is telling you 'Ilsa is also seven years old'."

Hino held the young dragon's chubby paw and comforted him: "... Hurry up, let's go to bed early and get up early to eat more milk, soon..."

Grandma Bonnie hurriedly interrupted: "I can't eat any more!"

Hino quickly changed his words: "Walk more by yourself, don't hug, and you will grow into a big dragon soon."

"Ang? Aang! Aang! A!!" The young dragon suddenly became emotional again, and he lay on the sofa with his belly heaving violently.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Hino turned to ask for help in confusion, and saw that Aiden transformed Ilsa's dragon language in the void and was still jumping out sentence by sentence: 【I want a hug too!Hugs too! 】

"Hug and hug! Hino hugs Ilsa once a day, okay?" Hino quickly calmed down the cub.

The onlookers couldn't stand it any longer: "Didn't the Dragon Clan live alone in Xijing? Could it be that you picked this kid up by mistake from some bear den?"

"It's almost impossible to go wrong." Di Carlo recalled: "When we picked it up, it was about the height of my knees. Now half a year has passed, and it is still the height of my knees. How can a bear eat so much milk? Just caring about growing flesh and not growing at all?"

"Okay, children, stop making trouble." Bonnie was very happy to see the big dragon and the little dragon made peace, and announced that she would show her cooking skills and prepare a sumptuous dinner for Duke Gregar as a farewell farewell.

At dinner time, everyone was seated, and the elf who had decided to cultivate Ilsa's independent eating habits relented again. He hugged the young dragon on his lap and prepared to feed it another meal.

"Indulge." Jealousy made Tai Lun become preoccupied: "I'll let it eat by itself after we agree."

Hino excused guiltily: "Ilsa was wronged just now, so I'll feed it one last time!"

Jealousy made Tai Lun sneer: "Is the word grievance the meaning I understood before?"

Hino argues: "The young dragon's heart is very fragile. I am an elf, and the elf's duty is to protect it."

Di Carlo teased: "Then, do you share your guardianship among the world equally, or do you give [-]% to the fattest cub of the dragon clan, and the remaining [-]% to all creatures in the world?"

"Don't always call it fat." Hino muttered pettishly: "Ilsa can understand a lot of words now, and she will feel inferior."

Di Carlo: "..."

The elf has become obsessed with the dragon.

There was another cub defender at the scene—Grandma Bonnie also helped explain: "The baby dragon really needs extra care before it takes shape. You are gentle with it, and it will be responsible for protecting the Seven Clans when it grows up. It is an adult dragon family, and it will also show special care for the young dragons before the transformation."

Di Carlo curled his lips in disbelief, he didn't believe that the Dragon Clan would have a gentle side when he was an adult.

While pulling out the cork of the red wine, Grandma Bonnie asked Gregal, who was sitting next to Hino, to confirm: "When you were a child, were all the dragons in the palace very gentle to you?"

Gregar nodded solemnly to Bonnie: "Before the transformation, it was a critical period for the formation of the dragon's character. I have been taught by my elders since I was a child that I should treat young dragons well."

Hino on the side: "..."

Based on your performance just now, you are the most unqualified person present to say such a thing!Your Excellency the Duke.

Grandma Bonnie praised with relief: "What a good and sensible child!"

The corner of Gregor's mouth raised even higher after being praised, and he immediately spread his palms to Grandma Bonnie, showing a more polite and sensible side: "Let me come, Mrs. Osmond."

"Oh!" Grandma Bonnie hadn't experienced the demeanor of a dragon child for many years, and happily handed the red wine bottle to Gregal, asking him to help remove the cork.

Gregar took the wine bottle, pointed the side of the cork at the top of the bottle to the cub's horn, pressed it down, and pried...

With a soft sound of "Bo", Gregor skillfully opened the wine bottle with the horn of the dragon, and handed it back to Bonnie with a smile.

Everyone: "..."

Did your dragon clan elders teach you to treat young dragons so kindly!

Attracted by the strange noise coming from his head, Ilsa looked up curiously.

Hino hugged the young dragon and moved the chair aside, away from the big bad dragon.

Gregar smiled and took a sip of his tea, he was still wandering around the corner of the eye, waiting for Grandma Bonnie's compliment, not aware of everyone's questioning eyes.

Dragon horns can be used to open wine bottles on weekdays. This is the common sense that Gregar learned at a young age. He used to be the youngest dragon in the palace. Because he couldn't put away the dragon horns before transforming, he was often picked up by his brothers and sisters. Uncorking a bottle or punching a hole is a good helper in their life.

After all, adult dragons seldom extend their horns or wings when they are not in combat. This will cause panic in nearby combat races, so they can only use the horns of young dragons.

The dinner ended satisfactorily in an atmosphere of doubting Grega.

Sandy has already found a good reason to let Gregal pass the application for temporary going out.

After all, it was to save the young dragon's parents. Early the next morning, Hinot took Ilsa and followed Aiden and Sandy out of the city to see Gregar off.

On the way, Xinuo listened to Gregor recite the manuscript for help to Sandy.

Sandy's eloquence really amazed Xinuo. He was able to perfectly grasp the reasons and emotions for asking for help. While ensuring that the liberal dragons were filled with righteous indignation, he would not burn the anger on the Aowei royal family, even the scapegoat. Emperor Aodong thought it over, and almost just let the matter be controlled after the rescue operation, and neither the liberal dragon clan nor the Aowei royal family wanted to delve into the balance state, so as to prevent the truth behind Snow Deer's instigation from being dug out.

If Hino had such eloquence, he might be able to persuade the elves in the Black Forest to give up observing the stereotypes handed down from their ancestors, and let the elves' choice be in their own hands.

This thought made Hino's blood boil, and he lowered his head while walking while typing, not noticing that a carriage pulling goods was rolling towards him not far away.

The moment he passed by the carriage, he suddenly heard the young dragon in his arms shout: "Ang!"

When Hino came back to his senses, he vaguely felt a shadow on the left approaching him rapidly. Before he could turn his head, he saw from the corner of his eye that the truck beside him lost its balance during the bumps, and a large cargo box piled up on the truck suddenly tipped over towards him. smash it down!

Hino's first reaction was not to raise his hands to protect his head, but to arch his back and use his whole body to protect Ilsa in his arms.

There was a sharp and loud "crack" beside his ear, and Hino shrank his neck and clenched his teeth, but he didn't feel the pain.

He opened his eyes and looked up, only to find a huge dark red dragon wing covering his head.

Turning around, Gregar was standing beside him in a straight posture.

Those wine-red eyes stared at Hino coldly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared. Gregar corrected the elf's actions with a blank face: "Elves are very fragile. When there is a sudden collapse, you should put the end of your arms The dragon wears it on top of the head and squats on the ground to protect its body."

Hino: "..."

In a crisis, to block the cub on the head? ?Is it plausible?

He managed to feed the cub out of this body of flesh, it was not used to resist damage!

Gregar shook the dust that fell from the dragon wings, said goodbye to Sandy and the others, turned around and raised a pair of red dragon wings, soaring straight into the sky.

Hino couldn't believe his eyes, Gregar circled around their heads in the air as a farewell, and then disappeared in an instant.

Disappears instantly!

Hino didn't even see which direction he flew away.

The peddler on the carriage jumped off his horse, apologized repeatedly to Xinuo, and asked him if he needed compensation.

Hino couldn't recover from the shock of Gregar's terrifying speed, but Sandy noticed something strange.

He walked up to Shino, looked down at the broken sand that had just been shaken off by Gregor's dragon wings, and raised his eyes to the small vendor: "What are you transporting?"

The peddler smiled and said, "They are all kitchen utensils made in the small town of Roach. They are very durable and affordable, with small profits but quick turnover."

"Kitchen utensils?" Sandy looked down at the black-gray sand mixed with wood shavings in surprise, and asked the vendor suspiciously, "Is it something like clay pots?"

The small vendor explained: "It's kitchen utensils such as iron pots and iron utensils."

Sandy was amused by him, and pointed to the gray sand on the ground: "How could the iron be broken like this? It doesn't look very durable."

"Ah?" The small peddler was worried that the passers-by would be injured just now, and he didn't even bother to look at his goods.

He squatted down, picked up a pile of gray-black broken sand, and murmured in astonishment: "Why...how..."

He stood up abruptly, turned around to check the goods in his car, and raised his hand to flip over the lid of a wooden box on the car. As soon as his hand touched the wooden box, he fell into a piece of soft sand.

The box was like an imitation piled up with sand, and it shattered into dust when touched, and the iron products inside were also reduced to debris.

"How could this happen!" The peddler was full of astonishment: "I inspected the goods myself when I loaded them!"

Sandy was puzzled by his performance.

Aiden stepped over and carefully looked at the goods on the truck, and suddenly kicked the middle of the truck's planks.

A shocking scene happened. The entire truck was broken into two parts, and it tilted and collapsed in the middle. Both the board and the cargo were turned into powder, but the boards and cargo on both sides were not damaged.

"Why is this car like this?" Shino asked Aiden in shock, "What did Duke Gregar just do?"

"He just used the dragon wings to block a cargo box for you." Aiden turned around slowly.

At the moment of danger, the cub yelled, and Aiden felt a completely unfamiliar energy.

At this moment, in the middle of the truck, which is the direction that Shino is facing, the truck and the goods seemed to be shot into a sieve by countless dense light beams that seemed to be real, and even the hard steel in the wooden box was shattered into powder.

Aiden thought to himself: Even if Gregar hadn't used the dragon wings to block the cargo box just now, Hino would not have been injured by these powders.

So, not Gregar.

Aiden looked worriedly at the purple dragonling who was gnawing his hand in Xino's arms.

Such a terrifying power is really an ominous sign.

"Could it be that Gregar smashed the truck in two with one tail?" Hino was more and more in awe of the Duke's speed of action.

Sandy on the side looked at Aiden thoughtfully. Not long after, a flash of astonishment flashed in his dark pupils, and he immediately turned to look at the young dragon in Xino's arms.