The red dragon just wants to do whatever he wants

"Can this be hatched?"

David immediately narrowed his eyes, and with some disbelief, he picked out the cracked white dragon egg from the egg and held it up. The tip of his index finger gently tapped the eggshell.

Ding ding.

clang clang.

Some people responded hesitantly.

Ding ding.

David knocked again.

clang clang.

There seemed to be some courage inside the eggshell.

David lost his patience.

"Get out of here if you're still alive! Stay inside and beat your mother!"

The muscles under the scales of the red dragon's right limb bulged, and he hit it with a sudden burst of chestnut.

Click.

A third of the eggshell flew out directly along the crack.

The white baby dragon's face was full of confusion, revealing his pure eyes that seemed uncontaminated by knowledge.

He instinctively said his real name quickly in dragon language:

"Sabhashish Mephile Rashid Zulkifli."

Just looking at the angry and impatient red dragon in front of him, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he squeezed out a flattering smile and greeted:

"Happy winter and summer, Mom"

Pretending to be a baby red dragon.

A solemn smile appeared on the corner of David's mouth:

"Who the hell are you calling mom?"

"What about dad?" Mephiler's smile became even more humble, and a drop of crystal water overflowed from the corner of his eyes and cloaca at the same time.

"Huh???" David held half of the eggshell and knocked it upside down on the beach.

"You damn white dragon, where did you get the courage to call me daddy?"

【arrogant】

【fury】

The entire beach fell silent on the spot.

There were hundreds of elves, but no one dared to say a word in the face of the [furious] and brutal red dragon.

Zhuoer, who was still worried that David was ignorant, reminded him in a low voice:

"Master, White Dragon, that's a dragon too. If you really don't like it, that's fine."

What she didn't say was that this was a real dragon that called out its real name.

The value of just one of them is probably worth all the dead eggs on this ship.

"Yeah, that's true. After all, the white dragon can be considered one of the five-color dragons."

David, who "almost forgot about this," rubbed the scales on his knees and showed a gentle smile.

But this unexpected surprise gave David a sudden headache.

Of course he also knew what Siatt meant.

If you don't like the fighting power of the white young dragon, you can sell it along with this ship of dead eggs.

But what David hated most in his previous life was human traffickers.

Now that he has traveled through time and become a giant dragon, even if he is a red dragon with an evil nature, he still cannot do such things that go against his true intentions.

Even if he could deceive himself and give himself an excuse to 'help these young dragons' to be adopted, not all buyers will value the value of dragons as mounts and reproduction like those elves.

After all, not everyone has the financial resources, energy, and time to raise a young dragon into a dragon, especially humans whose life span is less than a hundred years.

They will maximize the interests of a young dragon for the short-term highest benefit. Otherwise, how did there come so many low-end 'dragon XX's on the market?

Even if he doesn't talk about the fact that this will make him confused, if any dragon really takes the risk and does such a crazy thing of selling his compatriots for vivisection by aliens, once the news is leaked, I am afraid that he will immediately become the leader of all giants. The public enemy of the dragon, even Tiamat, who is the largest mercenary leader in the entire Baator Hell, has to think carefully when issuing the Dragon God's blessing.

But since he is not selling it, why should he imitate the dragon mother and raise a white dragon if he has a red dragon?

He and Tanya are still just baby dragons!

When he thought about the stupid guy who called him daddy following him all day long, David felt like the next [Rage] entry was about to pop up again.

Maybe he noticed David's thoughts. Zhuoer changed his tune and immediately said with a worried smile:

"Actually, Master doesn't have to worry about the raising of the white dragonet at all. You can leave him to us, or in other words, to my brother, Chretien, when I leave."

"Oh?" David immediately became dubious.

Naturally, he is not worried about it. Dragons are probably the best species to feed in the entire multiverse. They can maintain their vital signs by eating soil.

But education is a problem that makes the dragon's head as big as a bucket.

Without the absolute suppression from the female dragon, these extremely energetic things that are like perpetual motion machines will immediately turn into dragon children that the dragon hates the kobolds and dares not to see.

Especially a white dragon that is comparable to a husky, but much more destructive than a husky.

David could even imagine the scene where his nest suddenly collapsed one day while he was sleeping - the white dragon who liked to dig holes everywhere could probably make his nest into a honeycomb cheese that extended in all directions.

Chretien on the side immediately plucked up the courage to step forward and introduced himself to the red dragon:

"Dear Master, Chretien, the former Dragon Care Technician of Spider Nest City, reports to you.

"If you are willing to trust Chretian, within fifty years, Chretian can present you with a fully trained white dragon warrior. I guarantee it with my life."

"Spider Nest City dragon care technician?" David chewed on this somewhat awe-inspiring word.

He didn't know why, but he always felt like he had heard of it somewhere.

"Yes! This is a profession created by the ancestors of our Siat family. It has been passed down to my sister and I, and it is already the seventeenth generation of drow. We are professionals in raising dragons. Master, you are great You can safely leave it to Chretien."

"." David finally remembered where his impression came from.

My ancestor who was stolen and raised by drow back then.

And relying on this ancestor's contribution like a stallion day and night, Chretien's ancestor even wrote "Postpartum Care and Mental Health Management of Female Dragons" and "Hatchling Dragon Raising Manual - Love and Whipping" 》These two books are sensational in both the elven society and the dragon circle.

I have to admit, judging from my resume and experience in dealing with dragons.

What kind of expertise does this drow family have? They are simply the masters of raising dragons!

It’s no wonder that a branch of drow can live safely for so many generations.

David, who was no longer worried, was in a good mood. He immediately picked up the eggshell and used his paws to pull back the white dragon Mephiler who was pretending to be dead buried in the sand. He stuffed it into Chretien's struggling arms and patted it with the tip of his tail. Pat his thin shoulder:

"Very good. From today on, you will be the chief dragon care technician of my red dragon lair."

As he spoke, David's eyes fell on the white baby dragon Murphy, who had a face full of sand in the eggshell and looked confused from beginning to end:

"Stop pretending to be dead and come meet your new mother."

Chretian did not object to his master's 'new title'. Instead, two attractive blushes appeared on his pretty face. He looked at the white dragon baby who was about to be raised by him with a cold smile and a friendly smile:

"Hello, little Moffele, do you want my love or the whipping of love?"

Poor Mephile looked at the red dragon David with a fierce look in his eyes, then at the black army of elves, and threw himself into Chretien's chest:

"Mom! Murphy is a smart and good dragon!"

"If this is your love."

Bailong overflowed with two lines of moved tears:

"Please whip me as hard as you like!"

"Moffelle can bear it!"

"Mom loves me!"

"I love mom!"

"Wow!!!"

David looked at each other with Chretien, who held his neck slightly but had a submissive expression on his face.

Finally he showed a satisfied smile.