The heavy leaves were hundreds of meters apart from the dragon, and the red eyes were particularly obvious against the white space behind him, while the owner of his eyes was spewing a scorching breath, grinding his claws on the ground anxiously.

I don’t know what material the floor is made of, but even after being attacked by the dragon’s sharp claws, it was not divided. It only showed shocking traces on it.

"Bang--"

The sound of the door closing came from behind, and Chongye was staring at the red eyes deeply, almost unable to take steps - but it was only almost the case.

"Are you okay?" Chongye gave a soft greeting, thought for a while, and repeated it again after changing to Copa Xingyu, "Do you still remember me?"

He stretched out his finger and pointed at himself.

Long Tong moved slightly in the deep eye sockets, and his eyes moved to his face with his fingers.

Chongye couldn't see what it meant. He took a tentative step forward. The dragon did not move or showed any sign of his approach. But his deep eyes were still firmly nailed to him like locking in prey.

The heavy leaves are a little uncomfortable.

He thought, what exactly did Mr. Leiden ask him to help? If the dragon is sick and needs a doctor, shouldn't it be that Miss Nancy?

It was not that he was self-deprecating. Chongye really couldn't think of any help to the current dragon. It was like an elephant fell down. Will it expect the passing ants to lend a helping hand to him? It must not be.

So the "help" mentioned by Mr. Leiden is worth pondering.

Chongye's pace involuntarily slowed down, and a ridiculous thought suddenly popped up in his mind: Could it be that he was put in as the dragon's food?

But then he shook his head. With his stature, it was probably not enough to even plug the dragon's teeth.

Moreover, the dragon did not seem to have an appetite for him, but just stared at him tightly, and the anxiety seemed to fade away. He also changed his posture, with his two front paws under the huge dragon's head, turning his head to watch his movements.

Chongye felt a little relieved, took a few more steps forward, and made a "da" sound on the ground with his feet. One of the dragon's ears stood up, collecting all the subtle sounds.

I wonder if he thought his movements were too slow, the dragon suddenly stood up, casting a shadow on its huge body, completely covering the heavy leaves. And directly above the shadow was the dragon's huge mouth, and the sharp teeth exposed flashed with a cold light.

――It won’t be really eaten, right?!

Chongye subconsciously turned around and wanted to escape, but the next moment, the dragon grabbed his collar. Suddenly he rose to nearly a hundred meters above the altitude, Chongye gently struggled his limbs, feeling dizzy.

- He was not afraid of heights at all.

Then, he felt his body slowly falling, and finally landed in a place with a warm and warm hair dyed. The dragon's head and tail were connected, while the heavy leaves were located in the center of this private field, which was the abdomen of the dragon.

This is the softest, most fragile and least accessible part of the dragon, but now it is unprepared to be exposed to Chongye.

The dragon was still looking at the small and short, fragile little guy in front of him unscrupulously. It seemed that there was a thick white mist in his mind. It didn't remember seeing this little guy, but it smelled a familiar smell on him.

--That's my smell. It thinks so.

--This little guy was marked by me. It thought of it again.

Although he didn't remember the existence of this little guy, he felt a heartless and unspeakable pleasure.

Not only that, when it was in a "special period", the pain of the wound and the itch during healing made it unable to fall asleep. A little movement could make it irritable and wish to destroy it, he actually saw the little guy standing at the door and looking at him worriedly.

It miraculously calmed down, and did not reject the little guy's tentative approach. It even wanted to get him closer, but even brought him over because of the impatient waiting.

The weight in his mouth was light and his struggle was too weak. The dragon couldn't help but sigh again - the little guy was too weak, right? It was obvious that it was not the type it liked.

Although he thought about it this way, it naturally put him in the bounded realm and looked at it unscrupulously.

The little guy deserves this title, with small hands and feet, and his cheeks are also small. There is a little panic in his black and moist eyes. The panic undoubtedly comes from its reckless behavior just now, but the dragon was not at all conscious.

What are you afraid of? It squirts out a breath, and nothing can hurt you in the field I have defined.

Unfortunately, Chongye could not understand his intention at all. After his feet fell on the ground, his heart that was beating suddenly calmed down. He stroked his chest and met the dragon's big head that was approaching. Its red eyes were flashing with tiny and leaping light.

"Are you happy too?" Chongye asked softly, quite helpless and a little funny. He forgave its reckless actions without hesitation.

The dragon squirted a scorching breath in response.

As soon as it moved, Chongye discovered something was wrong - the dragon's scales seemed to have something wrong?

It wasn't that he had misread, the shiny scales now became dull, with even curling edges showing white marks that had been worn and bright red flesh under the scales.

"..." Chongye looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, and many speculations such as "injured", "a parasite", and "a strange disease" flashed through his mind. He finally asked, "Are you changing scales?"

If something really happened to the dragon's body, the Grand Duke and Mr. Leiden would not ignore it. After thinking about it, there is only the possibility of natural transformation.

The dragon's throat made a vague bass sound, as if admitting this speculation.

Chongye sat down next to the dragon's head, sighed gently, and looked at it with heartache. Perhaps the impression left before was too deep-rooted. In his opinion, the giant dragon in front of him was not much different from the little dragon cub before. Although he grew up, he still liked to act coquettishly.

What Mr. Leiden calls "help" means this? Do you want him to accompany and comfort it?

"Does it hurt?" Chongye subconsciously stretched out his hand and stopped it before he touched the wound, afraid that he would hurt it accidentally. Unexpectedly, the dragon came over and put his face on his palm.

After the heavy leaf took the action lightly, he still felt that the scales under his hands were uneven, which was completely different from the smooth touch before.

The dragon stared at him without blinking, and the figure of the little guy approaching him was clearly printed in its pupils.

Sure enough, she is still very weak.

It was fascinated by the little guy's care, but a little doubt came from his heart - it could clearly feel the body temperature from the little guy on the scales. His palms were not much larger than its scales. His thin wrists seemed to be able to break easily, and his skin was too sensitive and tender. It looked like it was a delicate little thing. And it always stayed away from such a small thing.

Just like it was certain before - it was not the type I like.

Now it is a little uncertain.

If he really didn't like it, the little guy would have been driven far away by it. However, the fact is that it let the little guy touch its head, and even his hands touched its sensitive dragon horn, it just hesitated for a moment and let the other party move.

Why? It was half-closed, and the questions were still lingering in its heart.

The dragon's horns were still the same as before, with a jade-like texture, and there were tiny patterns coiled around it. The heavy leaves were originally trying to confirm that their horns had not changed, but unexpectedly, with a light touch, the dragon squirted heavily and avoided his hand.

Is this...not letting touch?

But the next moment, it approached again and unpredictably exposed the dragon horn in front of him.

Chongye hesitated for a moment and put his hand on again. Compared to the last time, the dragon horn did not seem to have any significant changes. It seems that only scales need to be replaced.

I don’t know how long it will take to replace Lin this time.

Chongye looked around and did not find any equipment such as clocks that could display time. There was still a vast white space around, exactly the same as when I came last time.

And the last time, he seemed to fall asleep in the end, and I don’t remember who took him out of the space.

Is it the Grand Duke?

"Um?"

Hearing the dragon's confusing nasal sound, Chongye realized that he had actually expressed his doubts.

"That's - Detri." Chongye thought for a while, "He is the owner? Master? Do you understand?"

In his opinion, the dragon is like him, all creatures raised by the great master. However, he is a pet, while the dragon is a beast.

Detri? Who is this? The dragon shook its head. However, the little guy's "producer" made it care more.

It stares at the unknown heavy leaves - isn't your owner me? Otherwise, why would I smell like me?

Although it didn't remember the existence of the little guy, it was inexplicably sure about this matter, so that when he heard him mention other owners, although the name was a little familiar, it also made it irritated again.

"Um--"

Unprepared, Chongye was gently hit by the dragon's long kiss and fell uncontrollably on the dragon's tail. The dragon's tongue followed closely, just like last time, with the soft and wet tongue emitting warmth on his cheek, and he was enjoying it.

"No, wait--" Chongye's protest was buried between his lips and teeth.

The wet saliva wet Chongye's eyelashes, not just his cheeks, but the dragon added his whole body.

Its sudden enthusiasm is really unbearable. It is not like the last time I changed the waterproof clothes in advance, but now Chongye is covered with dragon's saliva all over his body. His clothes are wet and his hair is messy, as if he has been ravaged.

What's even more excessive is that when seeing this scene, the dragon's throat made a pleasant hum.

Chongye: "…"

Unexpectedly, his first intimate contact was with a dragon!

He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and there was still a soft and wet touch of the agave tongue. After being licked, it showed a moist and bright red color.

The dragon's eyes were once again condensed on it, and the bright red color suddenly became clear on its retina, like an extremely delicious dessert. It had just tasted it in a simple way, and now it can reminisce about its deliciousness.

It lowered its head again uncontrollably--

"Ah--" Just then, Chongye sneezed suddenly, the dragon's movement stopped, and the little guy's sneezing sound came from his ears one after another.

Chongye hugged his arms and felt a wave of chill coming from his body. The temperature underground was already lower, but now his clothes were licked and he naturally felt cold.

He raised his face, his eyes full of helplessness: "Now, what should I do?"

There is no clothing here that he can change.

Chongye is also very good-tempered, or rather, he knows that it doesn't make sense to talk to the dragon, and there is a patient on the other side. So what else can he do? He has to forgive it like an old father.

This problem also stumps the dragon.

It is not like other orcs. It has a thick fur or down feather in shape. Its scales are cold and hard, with first-class defense. It is a bit difficult to use it to keep warm.

After thinking about it, it spread its wide wings, put the heavy leaves under the relatively warm wings, and then signaled him to take off his clothes.

"Hmm?" Chongye looked at it in surprise. He probably didn't mean it wrong? Wouldn't it be colder if he took off his clothes? Or would it have a way to dry the clothes?

The dragon squirted a few breaths of demonstration, and the scorching breath spread. Chongye took off his clothes suspiciously, poked his head out from under the dragon's wings, and watched the dragon's movements curiously.

The dragon used its claws to push the clothes in front of him, then opened its mouth -
To be continued...