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

The shape and color of this chestnut-like God's Eye Stone has no taste of chestnut, it tastes like a stone, and it is hard and not tasty at all.

Seeing the boy's disappointed expression, the two priests came back to their senses and stopped casting spells. One priest suddenly yelled at the boy, "Spit it out! You little wild dog!"

They were not surprised that the boy got the sacred stone, they all thought it was because they had worked together to break the seal of the sacred stone, but it happened that the boy got it first.

With a stone in his mouth, Ilsa puffed out one cheek, and looked blankly at the priest who spoke loudly.

What does "little wild dog" mean in a foreign language?Probably a special type of dog.

Ilsa is not a little wild dog, as Nuonuo said, Ilsa is a little chubby dragon.

This person must have made a mistake, but Ilsa obediently took the unpalatable stone out of her mouth, and looked down at the stone curiously.

The priests breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out their hands carefully to catch the god stone, and warned fiercely: "If you bite the stone and break it, see if I won't open your ass!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the boy's ears twitch, and he suddenly raised his chin, staring sideways at him.

The indescribable sense of danger swept over again, and the priest took a step back subconsciously.

The threat of "blossoming ass" evokes bad memories of the first time "The Greatest Ilsa" lost the size of a dragon wing in front of a pixie.

Ilsa is not happy.

The other priest didn't know why, but his companion on the opposite side stared at the boy in a daze. He urged impatiently: "What are you looking at? Take the stone back quickly, you have to leave here before dark."

The companion remained motionless, staring at the boy, the priest couldn't wait any longer, seeing the God's Eye Stone being pinched by the boy between his fingers, the priest made a lightning strike, trying to take back the God's Eye Stone without fail.

But when he shot with confidence, the priest missed it.

The boy didn't seem to move, but seemed to move again. The hand raised in front of him actually lowered a certain height, which made the priest miss it.

The priest suspected that he was dazzled by exhaustion, otherwise, how could a wild child escape his snatching speed?

So he suddenly pressed his palm down and snatched the God's Eye Stone again!

Caught another empty.

This time, the boy's hand holding the stone appeared provocatively above the back of his hand, which was the height he saw when he first tried to snatch it, and he didn't see how the boy changed his movements at all.

At this moment, the priest finally realized that something was wrong. He looked sideways at the boy inexplicably, and suddenly held his breath.

When locked on by those clear purple pupils, there was an indescribable sense of panic. The boy's chubby little face had lost the careless expression just now, as if he had found something interesting, so he smirked. stared at the priest.

"Do you want it?" Ilsa handed the stone she had picked up to the uncle, and asked, "In exchange for goat's milk, Ilsa is even smaller than Biga."

priest:"……"

Although this kid spoke lamely, but luckily he could barely understand it. Of course he was willing to exchange goat milk for the God's Eye Stone, but he didn't want to waste time making a deal with a kid.

The priest got serious and pointed a curse, instantly imprisoning the boy's hand holding the God's Eye Stone, and made another move to seize the God's Eye Stone.

There was a crisp "pop", this time, he really took hold of the boy's hand, and carefully opened his fingers, only to find that the boy's hand was empty.

"Here." The boy's immature voice carried a little mischievous complacency.

The priest turned his head and saw the God's Eye Stone appearing in the boy's other hand.

Sure enough, there was something wrong with this little boy, and he was not as harmless as he seemed to be dismissed. The priest became nervous, and turned to his companion on the other side, shouting: "Why are you still standing there? Take the stone back!"

The roar finally woke up the companion from the stiffness, and hurriedly grabbed the boy's other hand and quickly opened the fingers, only to find that the boy's palm was still empty.

"Where's the stone!" The two looked at the boy in horror.

Ilsa narrowed her purple pupils, showed her small white teeth in a smile, stuck out her tongue at them, made a face, and raised her chin mischievously towards the center of the altar.

The two priests hurriedly turned their heads and saw that the God's Eye Stone had been put back to its previous position.

A priest immediately let go of the boy's hand, and raised his hand to retrieve the God's Eye Stone.

Since the boy was able to get the sacred stone, it meant that the seal had disappeared. He didn't think too much, and reached out to grab it defenselessly. Before his fingertips touched the stone, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and the aroused power of the seal burst into thunder in an instant. Such a loud noise!

The other priest was still holding the boy's hand, watching dumbfoundedly as his companion was sent flying by the seal, flew high into the air, and finally landed on the bluestone board a few meters away from the altar with a "boom", motionless fainted.

"What's going on! The seal is still there?" The priest let go of the boy's hand in astonishment, and hastily cast a spell on the god's eye stone seal, and found that the last layer of the seal was indeed the most powerful layer.

The priest was stunned. If the seal hadn't been released, why would it have been easily taken out by the passing child just now, and now it was put back without anyone noticing it? Could it be that the protection of the seal depends on the mood?

Having seen his companion stunned by the sealing power, the priest did not dare to take the risk of reaching out to retrieve the God's Eye Stone, so he turned his head to look at the boy, and finally condescended to calmly negotiate: "How did you take out the stone just now? Take it again, give me the stone, I can exchange any food you want, is it goat milk? And what is Little Biga?"

Ilsa raised her chin and taught him the foreign pronunciation of the biscuit word by word: "Xiao-bi-ga."

The priest frowned at the little boy, and asked again in a deep voice, "What is that?"

Ilsa became impatient, not wanting to waste time with someone who had never met Biscuit, turned around and jumped off the altar, looking for something to eat elsewhere.

The priest watched the boy walking away calmly, and had no time to chase after him. He turned his head and raised his hand to try to take out the God's Eye Stone by himself, but he didn't dare to take the risk.

At this moment, his companion was in a coma, and his strength had been exhausted. It was impossible to crack the last seal, so he could only jump off the altar in resentment, catch up with the boy and begged, "Where are you going? Didn't you want goat milk and baby boy?" Bigar? I can give it to you! Help me get that stone out!"

As soon as the words fell, the priest suddenly heard chaotic and hurried footsteps behind him, turned around vigilantly, and found a group of snow deer troll guards rushing towards him.

How could it alarm the guards?

Naijia said that the unseal spell he taught was the same as that of Aiden, and it would not disturb the snow deer army stationed nearby. Only when the intruder forcibly broke the seal would it disturb the guards.

In the fog in his mind, there seemed to be a bolt of lightning, and the priest slowly turned his head to look at the boy with purple eyes in astonishment.

There was a terrible conjecture that made the hairs on his body stand on end—this kid didn't just "just happen" to take out the God's Eye Stone and "just happened" to put it back, but used some kind of force that he couldn't understand, twice Break the seal!

At this moment, it was easier to explain the sudden intuition of danger when he was stared at by those purple pupils - this is not an ordinary child.

Although he hadn't figured out what was weird about the child, he was sure that the mission had failed, so he let go of the child's shoulders, turned around and quickly ran to the other side of the altar, picking up his unconscious companion.

As Naija's apprentice, even in a state of exhaustion, he could escape the pursuit of the trolls. The priest cast a concealment spell and fled in the direction he came with his companions.

When the troll guards arrived, they found that the god's eye stone on the altar was intact. They were slightly relieved, and saw the leisurely back of a boy not far away, who was walking south carelessly. Trespassing into a forbidden place.

The guards caught up and questioned him, but the boy always avoided their encirclement and continued on, ignoring them at all.

"I tell you to stop, do you hear that? Which village? Where are your parents! Stop!"

The strange thing was that the child could not be surrounded or touched. A group of unwilling guards just chased an impatient child like this, and lost it in a blink of an eye.

Ilsa finally came to the familiar manor, pushed open the wooden fence door, and walked into the front yard.

The peasant woman who was weeding in the manor was startled, and when she turned her head, she saw a child with puffy and dirty cheeks standing behind her.

Ilsa asked the woman: "Grandma?"

This used to be the estate of Grandma Bonnie, but now it has been replaced by a Tomi family.

The peasant woman thought that the child was looking for her mother-in-law, so she immediately put down the farming tools, wiped her hands on the apron, and said to the child with a smile, "Whose child is this? Has it rolled in the mud? It's so dirty that you can't recognize it!" Go to sit at home, and Auntie will bring you water to wash your face. Grandma has gone to a relative’s house in the city, and she won’t be back until a few days later.”

Ilsa looked around and found the familiar cow in the cowshed, and immediately turned to look at the woman excitedly.

"Are you hungry?" The farmer's intuition made her guess right: "Go inside, Auntie will get you something to eat."

Not long after, the peasant woman approached the house with milk and freshly baked bread, and asked which family the boy was from.

Ilsa raised her hand and pointed in the direction of Longyu, showing a young dragon's precise sense of direction.

The peasant woman looked at the direction he was pointing, guessed that it was the new family next door, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

What are you doing here?

Ilsa put down the milk bowl, her little face was visibly disappointed.

Half a month ago, Longyu.

On the Modisola Plateau.

Three male dragons took the shape of a dragon and stood side by side on the mountainside.

The blue dragon on the left is Claude who lives in the territory next to Liuguang.

The tallest and strongest red dragon in the middle is Lu Xiuao.

Further to the right, the fat purple dragon that is more than ten heads shorter but not much wider is Ilsa, Liu Guang's son.

Following the order of the streamer on the side, Claude on the left unfolded the cyan dragon wings, stepped forward gracefully with the most standard posture, slowly adjusted the angle of the dragon wings, and used speed and The power of airflow, take off smoothly.

This is a take-off method that does not need to take into account the sense of balance at all, and it is also Liu Guang's last hope.

"Look carefully at the change in the angle of the dragon's wings, and don't make it too large." The red dragon next to the little dragon reminded his son again with the frequency of the dragon clan: "Just tighten the dragon's wings and maintain balance. Don't wave the dragon's wings. Watch carefully——"

Worried that his beloved wife would be pissed to death by his unworthy son, Lu Xiuao slowed down as much as possible, tried his best to let the cub behind him see his every move and subtle angle adjustment, and ran half a mile longer than Claude just took off.

Liu Guang cheered up his son nervously at the side: "You don't need to wave the dragon wings, just adjust the angle a little bit like uncle and dad. Go, Ilsa! Mom believes in you!"

Hearing this, the dwarf dragon's purple eyes were cold, staring at the distant sky, he spread his dragon wings with a "crack", and confidently...jumped forward!

Liu Guang hastily caught up and shouted: "Let's step! Step! Don't run! Jumping and running will cancel out the up and down airflow!"

Before she finished speaking, she saw that her son, who had jumped far away, seemed to have accidentally tripped over a stone and fell to the ground. Due to his speed, he couldn't stop his forward momentum, and Gululu rolled away down the mountain!

The two male dragons soaring in the air rushed to dive to intercept Liu Guang's son!

Not long after, Xiaolong was carried back by two big dragons.

Facing Baozi's face with a blue face, Liu Guang couldn't bear to scold him, and went home alone in frustration.

Lu Xiuao sat on the top of the mountain with his son, facing the evening wind, watching the gorgeous sunset, and rarely uttered a majestic and low frequency: "You kid did it on purpose."

Ilsa looked at Papa suspiciously with innocent eyes.

"Don't try to pretend you're a little cunning in front of me, I'm not your mother." Lu Xiuao turned his head and squinted at his son: "Why don't you want to learn to fly? You are already 12 years old. When Bie Jialong was so old, he would fly by himself. Hunting, why do you become more and more misbehaved as you grow older?"

Ilsa lowered her head angrily and ignored him.

Ilsa doesn't like others to praise him for being good now.

The elf never came back to see him.

Good Ilsa would just be thrown away.

"Are you still a little afraid of heights?" Lu Xiuao now remembered many things, including the memories of the Aowei Palace.

The priest of the Wu tribe told him that the lack of security of the baby dragon will cause many problems, and the fear of heights is also one of the phenomena after the dragon's wing bones develop.

The priest said that it is best not to leave the nurse for too long before the baby dragon is seven years old, but his son left Liu Guang for three years when he was two and a half years old, and then left the second caregiver until today. Problems are also expected. But I didn't expect the problem to be so serious. How can a dragon that can't fly survive in the future?