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

When he saw Abu Sauron's tail tip piercing the young dragon's abdomen, Jason thought the battle was over, but he didn't expect that Abu Sauron did not continue to launch a fatal blow, but pulled out the tip of his tail and was hit by the young dragon again. Retreat, lost the best opportunity to attack, but did not attack again.

I thought that the young dragon would give up protecting the two elves after being injured, and escape alone with mystical talent, but unexpectedly, the young dragon let go of all defenses, turned back into the arms of the trapped elf, and began to cry.

It's like it wasn't a life-or-death fight, but an accidental fall while playing a game.

Jason was puzzled by the unreasonable reactions of both sides in the battle. Before he recovered, he suddenly felt that the solidified air flow he was controlling began to lose a lot!

"What's going on..." Jason growled, trying to stabilize the airflow around him, but he couldn't stop all the airflow from losing in a certain direction, as if he was being sucked in rapidly by an unknown infinite abyss.

Jason looked in the direction where the air flow disappeared, and found that the air flow solidified around the blonde elf who was fixed in place by him began to spin rapidly, and the vortex continued to spread outward.

Jason soon realized that it wasn't just the airflow. As the vortex around the elf expanded rapidly, all the natural energy around it seemed to be drawn into the elf's body by the vortex!

"Abu Sauron!" Jason warned his companions in a high-pitched frequency: "Click to stun them! There is something wrong with the elf! I can't control him!"

Absolun came back to his senses, turned his head in panic, and told Jason with a sad frequency: "That purple dragon is Irsa, the child of Liuguang!"

Jason Molan's pupils went blank for a moment, and after a while, he looked back at the weeping young dragon in the elf's arms, and asked in disbelief: "Didn't it mean that they all went to the Dragon Realm? How could it be..."

Before he came back to his senses, the whirling vortex gathered back into the elf's body in an instant, and Jason saw the elf suddenly opened his eyes, the pair of golden pupils seemed to absorb the flames of the sun, and locked him and Abu Sauron full of monstrous anger!

Hino raised his hand and waved vigorously in the direction of the two dragons.

The two dragons were caught off guard and pushed hundreds of meters away by an invisible air shield.

The troll army behind them didn't have the strong defense of dragon scales. Half of the soldiers were knocked unconscious by the sudden and terrifying impact, and the battlefield was instantly swept away.

"That hurts! Uh-huh..." Ilsa's brow was dripping with sweat, and she kept rubbing back and forth in Hino's arms, obviously feeling extremely uncomfortable.

The young dragon's sobs extinguished Xino's anger at once. He hugged Ilsa in his arms with trembling hands, and bent to hug him horizontally, but he underestimated the current weight of the cub. Falling to the ground with Ilsa.

"Heh heh heh..." Probably because it hurt the wound, Ilsa cried even harder.

Hino panicked and wanted to pick him up and flee to a safe place, but his limbs were weak, and he couldn't hold him no matter what, his emotions broke down suddenly, and he wailed while hugging Ilsa: "Why are you so angry? Shen! Eat less, woo woo woo..."

At this moment, the burden of survival fell on the shoulders of DiCarlo, who was still calm. He stepped forward to pick up the little fat dragon, grabbed Hino's arm and pulled him up, shouting: "Let's go!"

So, with a crying little fat dragon on his shoulders and a wailing elf in his hand, DeCarlo ran all the way into the valley and into a hidden cave.

Di Carlo carefully put Ilsa on the ground, took out a few thin coats from the luggage bag and tore them into rags to stop Ilsa's bleeding.

Hino couldn't look directly at Ilsa's wound at all, and kept tightly hugging his chubby face and gently patted him coaxingly: "It's okay...it's okay, ancient books say that the dragon clan's wound recovery speed is the fastest among the combat clans. Hurry up, Ilsa is not afraid, the pain will be gone after a night of sleep."

"It hurts! It hurts!" Ilsa raised her chubby face and asked Hino for help in pain: "Rub it!"

"It's not a bruise, don't rub it randomly." Hino wiped his sweat and tears at the same time, his sleeves were wet, and coaxed him calmly: "Can I sing to lull Ilsa to sleep?"

Ilsa suffered so badly that she didn’t want to sleep at all. She struggled not to overturn her head to catch her breath for a while, but still couldn’t bear it, she grabbed Hino’s hand and pressed on the wound, as if only Hino could relieve his pain.

Hino tried several times to urge the god stone to heal Ilsa's wound, but the god stone didn't respond, so he could only hold down the rag with his hand to stop the bleeding.

The palm of his hand soon felt that the rags blocking the wound were soaked with hot blood. Hino felt as if his heart was being twisted, and he looked at Di Carlo in despair and asked tremblingly, "What should I do? Save it!"

"Calm down, Hino." Although Di Carlo was also very distressed, but his rationality was still there, he reminded Hino softly: "You also know that the dragon's injuries will recover quickly, and nothing will happen. It might be fine to rest for a night."

Hino immediately nodded vigorously in agreement with Di Carlo's words: "Yes, it will be fine tomorrow, it will be fine!"

"It won't get better, not tomorrow, not the day after tomorrow, only the Aowei tribe can help him relieve the pain." Jason's voice suddenly came from outside the cave.

The blood in Hino's body burned again, and he immediately let go of Ilsa, clenched his fists and turned around to rush out of the cave to face the Aoweilong warrior.

I don't know why the body that has been overdrawn is full of energy, as if it can use the power of nature for its own use. Hino doesn't know how such power can injure the dragons, but at least it can repel the dragons.

As soon as Hino walked out of the cave, he heard Jason standing at the entrance of the cave say: "Liu Guang and Lu Xiuao are our former comrades-in-arms. We watched Ilsa grow from birth to two and a half years old, and we haven't seen each other for too long. I didn't recognize him just now."

Abu Sauron, who was full of embarrassment, said in a low voice: "I am willing to accept your punishment or Liu Guang's punishment, but I have to heal the wound of that brat first, and the delay cannot be too long."

Hino stared at the two dragons that hurt Ilsa: "You can't take me away now, and you want to trick me back to the palace with you, and find the Orwe to treat Ilsa? The elves are not uncivilized savages, we know Dragons are very capable of self-healing, so there is no need for you to be kind!"

"That's different. Ilsa was stabbed by Absoren's dragon tail. This is not an ordinary wound." Jason explained anxiously: "The wound caused by the flame dragon's fighting state will be burned by flames, at least it will last. For more than one and a half months, the burning has not stopped for a moment, and the wound will not heal. We do not want to see Ilsa suffer such pain, and we must immediately go back to Dries to seek treatment from the Aowei tribe."

"What burning?" Hino wanted to force himself to stay calm so as not to be deceived, but his voice no longer sounded like his own.

Unable to wait for the two dragons to explain, Hino turned around and rushed back to the cave, knelt down beside Ilsa on one knee, picked up the rag stuck to the wound on his side and opened it, and found that the cloth pasted on the wound had been removed. Burned through several layers of holes.

Di Carlo at the side saw that Hino's face turned pale and his lips turned blue.

"That hug..." Ilsa struggled to move her body, curled back into Hino's embrace, and grabbed Hino's hand to press on the sore spot.

This time without the cover of rags, Hino's palm directly touched the burning flames at the wound, and he was so hot that he subconsciously withdrew his hand.

As if his soul had been emptied all of a sudden, Hino was stunned for a long time, expressionlessly raised his right hand to embrace Ilsa, and then pressed his left hand directly on his wound, as if he had no pain, and let Ilsa's wound The flames burned his palms.

He couldn't do anything, it seemed that the only way to relieve the despair in his heart was to accompany Ilsa in pain.

Di Carlo also noticed that the blood-stained fabric had been burnt with several layers of holes, so he hurriedly grabbed Hino's left hand and opened it, and saw that his palm had been burned to a bloody mess.

Hino withdrew his hand from his hand, pressed Ilsa's wound again, and murmured numbly: "Didn't you agree to stay at home and wait for me to come back? Why did you run out alone? Ilsa is not good. "

"Hino!" DeCarlo eagerly removed his hand from the wound again: "You don't want your hand anymore? It will burn!"

Ilsa opened his eyes and looked up. A tear from Hino happened to drop from his chin and hit the tip of his nose.

Di Carlo's words and Hino's weird expression diverted Ilsa's attention. He picked up Hino's hand and looked at it. He was so frightened that he hurriedly blew into Hino's palm, and then raised his head and asked: " That that?"

Hino rubbed his head sideways on Ilsa's sweaty forehead: "I'm here."

Ilsa retorted seriously: "My good Isa has been waiting for a long time."

"Yeah." Hino pursed his lips and tried his best to hold back the hot tears: "It's been a long time."

Ilsa was very unconvinced: "Then are you still waiting? How long? Ilsa misses Nana very much, sometimes."

Hino hugged Ilsa tightly, resisted his sobs and replied: "Hino sometimes misses Ilsa very much, but I still have a lot of things to do, so I have to be patient first."

Ilsa lowered her long eyelashes angrily and thought for a while, then decided to confess, and raised her eyes and told him: "It's not that sometimes, Ilsa thinks about that every day."

Hino pursed his lips tightly and nodded vigorously.

"What about that?" Ilsa asked expectantly.

Hino hugged him and said nothing, tears kept dripping on his forehead.

Ilsa thought his hand was hurting, and grabbed his palm again and blew.

"Stop blowing it..." Hino said hoarsely, "Have a good rest."

Ilsa was originally a little chubby dragon who didn't need to worry about eating and sleeping. In the past, Hino could quickly lull him to sleep by singing or counting goats, but now the wound was so hot that he couldn't sleep, so he could only close his eyes and pretend to be asleep.

Not long after, Hino saw Ilsa secretly peeping at him with his left eye open, and Ilsa urged him in turn: "Na Na didn't sleep."

Hino sneered, this dragon liked to observe whether he was asleep before going to bed when he was a child, for fear that he would be thrown away by Hino when he fell asleep and had to go to sleep together, and now he is so cautious when he grows up.

"You go to bed first, I can't sleep." Hino said.

Ilsa stared at him with her eyes open, not letting down her vigilance at all, and in turn coaxing Hino to sleep, and began to count the goats stammeringly: "One goat, two goats, four...three goats, six goats... "

Hino raised his head and smirked for a while, and said softly, "Okay, okay, then we all don't want to sleep, just wait for me."

Reluctantly, he let go of Ilsa, got up and walked out of the cave. The despair just disappeared from his face, and he just calmly negotiated with the two dragons outside the cave: "I can go back to the palace with you and accept the trial of Emperor Odong, But you can't hand Ilsa to Emperor Odong, you must find an Aowei man to heal his wounds in private. He is a free dragon from the Dragon Realm, not a reinforcement of Snow Deer. After the injury is healed, Ilsa has the right to make his own decisions Where to go."