ride on the back of a dragon

Hill's face was slightly startled, but he didn't stop.Carat sat up abruptly and held Hill's wrist: "What are you doing, Hill! Are you crazy!" The movement of getting up was so loud that the whole world shook.After dizziness, the scene in front of him became clear, and he suddenly realized that Hill was wearing pants, the black trousers he was used to, and his own clothes were completely different from yesterday, and he was wearing clean and fresh clothes.Carat lowered her head, and there was no longer a cold rock under her body, but a hammock hanging between two trees.He looked around, and this was not the original rocky reef at all.

"It's okay, it'll be fine soon." Hill pressed his palm directly on his wound, and the inexplicable fresh smell became strong and even sweet.Hill avoided his questioning eyes and explained: "Your wound is infected. There is no other way."

"You, you use blood? So your blood can..." Carat lifted his hand and looked at the blood-stained wound on his abdomen that had healed in sevens and eighties, and the new flesh was shiny .He remembered his unexplainable escape from the dead not long ago, and looked at Hill in surprise: "Yes, bring the dead back to life?"

Hill frowned helplessly: "How is it possible. It's just that the damage can be repaired to a certain extent and the healing can be accelerated."

Carat finally knew how she survived: "Enough is enough, no more Hill, I'm fine. I'm fine." He took Hill's hand and saw the knots stacked near the winding wound Scab, it must have been caused by more than one forced tearing: "Does it hurt? Why did it get so deep..."

"If it's not deep enough, the blood will stop soon. Don't worry, there will be no problem this time." Hill rubbed his hair with the other hand, and he found that the skin on Hill's arm was smooth, and those bruised nails The bloodstains from the pinch had completely disappeared, but it was himself, the scratches on his arms, the tooth marks on his shoulders, and the mottled hickey marks on his chest, all revealing what kind of night they had experienced.

"Where are we? How long have I been asleep?" Clara grabbed the hammock's fixed rope and stood up.

"Two days, my house." Hill glanced at the hole behind him.

Carat was startled when she heard the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets from the depths of the cave. Not long after, a blood-red dragon flew out with a gem belt in its mouth. The moment she saw Carat, Frey jumped up excitedly. Bite the bullet to catch her, and was pushed to the ground: "Fleur!" He turned to Hill and asked, "Why is she here?"

"I picked her up." Hill said, "You have been unconscious, and I don't worry about her being alone."

"Why is he alone, isn't there still..." Carat suddenly stopped talking, probably because it was Karma, Hill was so anxious to pick up the little guy: "Stop licking..." Carat walked over to stop Hill from licking The palm of my hand: "Where's the backpack?"

"Fleur, go and get the backpack." Hill commanded the little dragon stuck behind Kela.

Xiaolong immediately turned around and rushed into the entrance of the cave. There was another crackling sound, and she returned to Cara with her backpack in her mouth in a blink of an eye.

"Didn't I tell you that you are not allowed to fly in the cave..." Hill rapped heavily on the center of her forehead, and Fleur raised her slightly shorter front paws to reach her forehead with all her strength.

Carat took out the sheepskin water bag from her bag, shook it, took a piece of clean cotton cloth, soaked it, and wiped Hill's palm: "Why did she turn back into a dragon?"

"Probably instinct. The boat was moving too slowly, so I took her to a place where no one was around and flew back. I wanted to carry her, but she changed after seeing me as a dragon." Hill chuckled lightly: " But she is still too young to control well, and now it seems that she can't change back to human form."

Hill saw Carat's silver eyes staring up and down curiously at him, as if reacquainted with him.

"You are a dragon." Carat muttered to herself: "Sill, you are a dragon." Then, the kid stretched out his hand and pressed his forehead: "There are no horns, but..." The hand silently ran along his back. down the spine: "Has a big tail."

Carat talked to herself, getting more and more excited as she talked.

Hill just sat there and watched him, letting him gossip.

"Sill...I think..." Carat's cheeks were flushed, and a layer of blue sea water was reflected in her clear silver eyes.

"what?"

"I want to see what it looks like when you become a dragon." Carat's uncontrollable curiosity lit up her eyes: "Is it possible?"

Hill undressed and arched her back, and Carla hurriedly blocked Fleur's eyes.

After a gust of wind, he sat on the ground and looked down at Carat, whose head just reached his navel.

Carat's eyes lingered between him and Fleur, before she said in astonishment for a long time: "Why don't you look alike at all..."

Hill was dumbfounded, of course not.Although he and Fleur are both dragons, Fleur is a fierce and warlike fire dragon, with beautiful hard scales like ruby, and a magical flame that burns everything, which is a fearsome power.

"Fleur is a dragon. Not like me."

Seeing that Cara covered his ears, Hill consciously lowered his voice, "I'm just... a dragon." Apart from the healing blood, he was nothing special.But it was precisely this that he dared not tell anyone.He used to live among different groups of people. People around him were amazed by his superhuman healing ability, but they were also wary of him.

He once rescued a 4 or 5-year-old human cub. At that time, the little boy who was about the same height as himself fell from the side of an abandoned ship and hit the rocks. He was taking a nap.Awakened by the heart-piercing cries, Hill saw the long gash on the boy's thigh bleeding, but besides him, there was only another girl around the same age sticking out her head from the boat, and she was too frightened to They probably ran so far inadvertently.The wound went deep to the bones, and soon the reef was stained red with blood, and the child's crying also weakened.Hill squatted beside him and took a look. If he didn't do anything about it, he would be unconscious and slowly die due to excessive blood loss in a while.He is very young and hasn't had time to experience anything, so even if he dies, he won't have too many regrets and pains.Hill thinks so.Although he looks like he is only four or five years old, it has been 30 to [-] years since he became conscious, even older than this little guy's parents.Every moment, countless lives are dying, Hill is used to it.

But he obviously underestimated the human will to survive. The little boy grabbed his hand in a daze. The palms of human children were more tender than his.I don't know whether it was because of fear or pain, but the little boy was speechless and just looked at him as if asking for help.Of course, it is impossible for the other party to know that he is a dragon, but instinct will make people grasp all the hope around them.Hill pulled his hand hard. The cub didn't know where the strength came from, and he refused to let go.

Helplessly, Hill scratched the rock with his other hand and covered his wound.

That was one of the few humans he had saved.When he met again on the street, he still didn't get any thanks, and the little boy lowered his head in fear.

"They won't believe that you saved him." The phoenix from nowhere has been entangled with him recently.

"Yeah." It's useless to be thankful, and Hill just didn't want to see the cub dragging his hand to die.

"Fortunately, I don't believe it." Feeney grabbed a few pears he planted by himself and ate them unceremoniously: "Otherwise they will definitely drain your blood and sell them for a good price."

So birds are stupid.Smart humans will raise him in captivity, bleed a little blood every day and sell it for a good price, so that he can benefit humans for a long time, just like the cows and chickens they raise.

The premise is that humans can catch him.Hill tugged at the phoenix's long tail, defending his few remaining pears.

"You..." Carat's expression was wonderful. Hill was confused and shocked when he saw it, and finally fixed on a gentle and bright smiling face.

Clara lunged at his elastic belly, half-sinking into it.The kid rubbed the skin on his stomach: "Why are you like this?"

Although Hill never felt inferior, he knew that he was not very imposing as a dragon.In the past, he had no feeling for the dragons described by humans. He thought it was just a phenomenon of human beings, until he saw Fleur.Although she was still a young dragon, her hard horns, sharp-edged dragon kiss, dense and large scales, and strong and slender limbs already implied aura. He finally knew that those legends were based on reality, and he also understood human beings. Fear and hostility towards alien races.Hill looked down at his feet. Without the head and huge wings, his shadow was almost a perfect pear.

"Sill, you are so fat." Carat buried her face in his belly and spoke in a muffled voice. He gently pushed Carat's head away, scratched his stomach and turned his back to restore his human shape, and put it on silently. Pants.He guessed that Carat was probably disappointed.

"Why, what's the matter... Hill, I didn't mean that, I..." Cara rushed over in a panic: "Sorry, don't be angry. I am, I just didn't expect it. I like your appearance very much." He Trying to explain: "I think it's very cute." After speaking, the kid poked his belly: "It's very comfortable to hold."

How could he be angry with Clara?

The kid didn't even pursue his own deception and concealment, and seemed to accept the reality easily.

Hill was a little scared. He didn't wake up until yesterday evening, but he was still earlier than Carat.To be exact, Carat hadn't woken up at all until just now. When Hill opened his eyes on the reef, Carat held his tail in his arms, and his pale body was tightly pressed against his chilled scales.

He retracted his tail, turned over the huddled Carat and laid it flat beside him.Memories of the previous night's chaos flooded into my mind, the intense running, the scuffling and shoving soaked in the sea water, and the slightly brutal love affairs were all vivid in my mind.The wound on Carat's abdomen broke free and oozes blood and viscous liquid, and the edges are red, swollen and festered.He leaned over and whispered in Carat's ear, but the other party was unconscious and only exhaled hot air in a hurry. Hill waited quietly for a long time. Carat's high fever persisted, which should be caused by wound infection.

If he wasn't a dragon, then Carat would have died in Olive Town.

Hill has never been so grateful that he has such a trivial little magic.

"Sill..." Carat gently hugged the silent man.

He swore that he didn't dislike Hill's appearance as a dragon at all, it was just a little unexpected, Hill was indeed very different from what he had imagined.Fleur grew up gradually, not far from the image that Carla had seen in the book.So he took it for granted that Hill was Fleur who was a few sizes older. In addition, Hill was mysterious and handsome in human form, and he imagined that the momentum of the giant beast like a hill would be even more compelling.

But on the contrary, Hill is a chubby dragon.His scales are smaller and more flexible than Fleur's, and he is not very large.Sitting on the ground, he looks like a large mammal, and Ke stretches his long arms to barely reach his chest.When he looked down at himself, his big green eyes were full of life.

"I like the way you look. I'm not going to lie, you know that." Carla smiled. "It's so cute."

Hill turned his head and pecked lightly on his lips.

"Hiss... is this how you take care of Fleur? You don't even put on your clothes?" Feeney stood on the top of the hill with a heartbroken expression.