Chapter 52: Sun Dragon Cub

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　　 After finishing this cruel thing of throwing the cliff, the cold-blooded young dragon staggered back into its soft nest. It seemed that after the whole nest was its own, it could sleep more peacefully.
　　 Zhu Minglang witnessed the whole process and couldn't help sighing.
　　 originally planned to steal this young dragon, thinking about its cold-blooded and meanness, suddenly lost the slightest interest.
　　 Silently waiting for the cliff eagle to hide in the pine tree, Zhu Minglang realized that he seemed to have created a perfect criminal environment for the little beast, and the cliff eagle did not witness this scene.
　　 It is estimated that when the mother dragon returns, it can still rely on these cliff eagles, because they are not optimistic about the little dragon cubs.
　　 I wish Minglang didn't stay much longer. It took advantage of the strong wind to slide down the vine from the top of the cliff, intending to leave this dragon cliff as soon as possible.
　　 As soon as he landed, a faint bark after another sounded from a thorn, like a wounded little milk dog, and Zhu Minglang realized that the dragon cub just now seemed to be thrown below...
　　 did not fall to death? ?
　　 Zhu Minglang looked up at the broken vines and then at the thorn bushes.
　　 After all, it was a little unbearable, Zhu Minglang walked up quickly, pulled away the thorn bushes, and saw the little dragon cub covered with wounds at a glance.
　　 The skin on its body is still very tender, its size is similar to that of a small dog, and it is estimated that the bones are still very soft. Falling from such a high place did not immediately die, but struggled painfully in the thorny thorns.
　　 The bushes of thorns gave it some cushion, so that it did not die instantly, but it also pierced its delicate body severely, making it more painful before it died...
　　 Seeing the terrible look of this dragon cub, I wish Minglang a little softened.
　　 "I will save you, whether you can survive or not depends on you." Zhu Minglang said softly to the dragon cub.
　　 I wish Minglang let Xiao Bai Qi freeze those thorns, and at the same time rely on Bai Qi's frost to slightly stop the bleeding wound of this dragon dragon cub.
He carefully held it out of the thorns. I don’t know why Zhu Minglang felt that this little creature would fall apart at any time. When it was smashed from such a high place, the bones inside must have been broken a lot, and the broken bones pierced into the body. Here is another kind of torture!
　　 It stands to reason that this kind of pain cannot be endured by a little cub at all, but this young forest dragon is clenching the teeth that have just grown, and the small eyes are shining a little bit of resentment!
　　 It does not want to die like this.
　　 It is eager to survive.
　　 Before I changed it, I saw such a creature struggling in pain, Zhu Minglang felt that the most considerate kindness is to pierce it with a sword and let it be completely free.
　　 Zhu Minglang actually wants to help this little cub even more, because just looking at its somewhat deformed and body makes people worry!
　　 took off his clothes, and Zhu Minglang wrapped the little cub in a soft wrap and hung it on his chest. Zhu Minglang grabbed Bai Qi's hind paws and flew towards the direction of How to Train the Dragon Academy.
　　The wounds were only treated very crudely. Those drugs actually did not have much effect. On the contrary, they prolonged the pain before death. Zhu Minglang felt that it could not persist in the sanatorium...
　　 Soaring above the sea of ​​Ye, the sky is still gloomy, the Bingchen Bailong its wings, and its size is still too small, it can only fly with the load of the wind.
　　 Blood oozes along Zhu Minglang's clothes. The little cub did not groan painfully. Zhu Minglang glanced down at the little cub, thinking it had no signs of life.
　　 But Zhu Minglang saw its eyes.
　　 Emerald-colored vertical pupil, still unwilling to close, obviously full of pain, but never let go of his teeth.
　　 Living in such a painful life, why not give up, obviously still so young?
　　 Another world, maybe better than this one.
　　 "Bai Qi, can you be faster?" Zhu Minglang asked.
　　 Bingchen Bailong waved its wings, and a gust of wind blew up over the forest, blowing all the trees like seaweed in the waves.
　　 Stepping on this gust of wind, the Bingchen white dragon flies faster. It didn't take long for its white dragon shadow to appear at the end of the ancient pine forest. After passing through the cedar forest, you should be able to see the plain and Lichuan River.
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　　 At the cliff, a giant dragon covered with moss forest slowly landed on the top of the cliff.
　　 Standing on this high place, a distant white figure was reflected in the large pupils of the forest dragon, and they were gradually leaving.
　　 "呓呓!!!!!!"
After learning, the cliff eagles finally realized that the treasure house was looted, and the young dragon's son was also taken away by the thief. For a time, all the cliff eagles hovered over the cliff in fear. They were looking for the smell in mid-air, ready to chase it. Thief!
　　 "Roar!!!" The forest dragon roared, and all the cliff eagles rushed into the canopy of the tree in fright, and did not dare to make any more noises.
　　 hiding on the branch, the cliff eagles shivered, for fear that the forest dragon mother would kill them all.
At the foot of the forest dragon, the young dragon came over and made a very soft cry as if acting like a baby~EbookFREE.me~ The forest dragon looked down, and it opened its mouth and saved it. A piece of animal meat in the stomach was spat out.
　　 The forest young dragon let out an excited cry, and rushed onto this piece of beast meat. Without the contenders, it doesn't need to gobble up like before. It can slowly wait for the meat to melt in its throat before swallowing it in its stomach.
　　 The mother dragon looked at the bite marks on the young dragon's forehead, and then at the white figure that was fading away, but finally did not chase.
　　 It slowly sank its body into the empty dragon pit, and slowly closed its eyes...
　　 It didn't take long for the full young dragon to come over. The forest dragon didn't open its eyes, but raised its wings and wrapped the young dragon under its wooden wings.
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　　 After crossing the forest, plains and rivers have appeared in front of them.
　　 Zhu Minglang The breath of this little cub wrapped in clothes is getting weaker and weaker. It glared at Zhu Minglang with great effort.
　　 "Why are you doing this."
　　 Zhu Minglang looked at its young eyes and couldn't feel the anger in his heart, as if saying goodbye to his stranger, with a bit of reluctance and a bit of gratitude.
　　 It can't hold it anymore.
　　 Although it works very hard.
　　 The injury was too serious and too serious.
　　 Without thorn bushes, it will die instantly and life will be released.
　　 But that thorn bush, let it stay in this world for a while.
　　 This short meeting made it taste all the pain for the young!
　　If there is an afterlife, don’t come here anymore.
　　 "Oh, I don't know if this method will work, come to my spiritual realm." Zhu Minglang is still not so open after all.
　　 Since they met, it is the fate of fate.