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After doing this cruel thing to throw the cliff, the cold-blooded little dragon staggered back to its soft nest. It seemed that after the whole nest was its own, it could sleep more peacefully.

Zhu Minglang couldn't help but sigh when he witnessed the whole process.

I was originally planning to steal the young dragon, but when I thought about its cold blood and despicableness, I suddenly lost my interest.

Waiting silently as the cliff vulture hid in the pine tree, Zhu Minglang realized that he seemed to have created a perfect criminal environment for the little beast, and the cliff vulture did not witness this scene.

I guess when the dragon mother comes back, it can still rely on these cliff vultures because they are not optimistic about the dragon cubs.

Zhu Minglang did not stay for too long. He took advantage of the strong wind and slid down the vines from the top of the cliff, intending to leave the dragon cliff as soon as possible.

As soon as he landed on the ground, faint screams rang out from the thorns, like a wounded little puppy. Zhu Minglang realized that the dragon cub seemed to have been thrown below...

Didn't even fall to death??

Zhu Minglang looked up at the broken vines, and then looked at the thorn bushes.

After all, Zhu Minglang was a little unbearable, so he walked up quickly, opened the thorn bush, and saw the wounded little dragon cub at a glance.

The skin on its body is still very tender and its body is similar to a puppy. It is estimated that the bones are still very soft. It fell from such a high place and did not die immediately. It just struggled in pain among the thorns covered with thorns.

The thorn bush gave it some buffer, so that it did not die immediately, but it also pierced its delicate body, making it even more painful before it died...

Seeing the terrible appearance of this dragon cub, Zhu Minglang felt a little soft-hearted.

"I will save you. Whether you can survive depends on yourself." Zhu Minglang said softly to the dragon cub.

Zhu Minglang let Xiaobai Qi freeze the thorns, and at the same time, he also relies on Bai Qi's frost to slightly stop the blood-flowing wound of the long dragon cub.

He carefully picked it out of the thorns. I don’t know why Zhu Minglang felt that this little creature would fall apart at any time. When he smashed it from such a high place, the bones inside must have been broken. The broken bones penetrated into his body, which was another torture!

Logically speaking, such pain is not something that a little cub can bear, but the Senlong cub is biting the teeth that have just grown, and his small eyes are a little unwilling to accept it!

It doesn't want to die like this.

It desires to survive.

If it were before, when seeing such creatures struggling in pain, Zhu Minglang felt that the most understanding kindness was to stab it into the vital points with one sword and completely free it.

Zhu Minglang actually wanted to help the little cub get rid of it, because just looking at its deformed and bloody body was heartbreaking!

After taking off his clothes, Zhu Minglang wrapped the little cub softly and hung it on his chest. Zhu Minglang grabbed Bai Qi's hind paws and flew towards the direction of the Dragon Taming Academy.

The wound was treated with extremely rough treatment, and those drugs actually did not play a big role. Instead, they prolonged the pain before death. Zhu Minglang felt that it could not hold on to the sanatorium...

Soaring above the sea of ​​leaves, the sky was still gloomy. Bingchen White Dragon flapped its wings, and its size was still too small. It could only fly by the wind.

Blood oozed out along Zhu Minglang's clothes, and the little cub didn't moan in pain. Zhu Minglang looked down at the little cub, thinking that it had no sign of life.

But Zhu Minglang saw its eyes.

The emerald vertical pupils were still unwilling to close them. They were obviously full of pain, but they didn't let go of their teeth.

Living so painfully, why don’t you give up? It’s obviously still so young?

Another world may be better than here.

"Bai Qi, can you be faster?" Zhu Minglang asked.

Bingchen White Dragon waved its wings, and a strong wind blew over the forest, blowing all the trees like seaweed in the waves.

Stepping on this gust of wind, the Bingchen White Dragon flew faster. Not long after, its white dragon shadow appeared at the end of the ancient pine forest. You should be able to see the plains and Lichuan River through the fir forest.

...

At the cliff, a giant dragon covered with moss forest slowly landed on the top of the cliff.

Standing at this high place, a white figure in the distance reflected in the huge pupils of the forest dragon, and they were gradually leaving.

"Wild!!!!"

After realizing it, the cliff vultures finally realized that the treasure house was looted, and the young son of the dragon was also taken away by the thieves. For a moment, all cliff vultures hovered over the cliff in panic. They were looking for the smell in the air, ready to chase the thief!

"Roar!!!!" The forest dragon roared, and in an instant, all the cliff vultures rushed into the canopy, and they did not dare to make any more noise.

Hiding on the branches, the cliff vultures were trembling, fearing that the mother of the forest would bite them all to death.

At the feet of the forest dragon, the young dragon rubbed over and made a very soft cry as if it was acting coquettish.

The Mori Li dragon looked down and opened its mouth and spit out a piece of animal flesh that was kept in its stomach.

The young forest dragon let out an excited cry and pounced on the beast meat. Without the stakes, it no longer had to swallow it like before. It could slowly wait until the meat melts in its throat and then swallow it into its stomach.

The Dragon Mother looked at the bite marks on the young dragon's forehead and looked at the white figure gradually fading away, but in the end she still didn't chase after him.

It slowly sank into the empty dragon pit and slowly closed its eyes...

Not long after, the full young dragon also came over. The forest dragon did not open its eyes, but raised its wings and wrapped the young dragon under its wooden wings.

...

After crossing the forest, plains and rivers have appeared before our eyes.

The little cub wrapped in his clothes was getting weaker and weaker. He stared at Zhu Minglang very hard and hard, staring at Zhu Minglang.

"Why are you doing this?"

Zhu Minglang looked at its young eyes and could not feel its inner anger, as if he was saying goodbye to himself, a stranger, with a little reluctance and a little gratitude.

It can't hold on anymore.

Even though it works very hard.

The injury was too serious.

Without thorn bushes, it will die in an instant and its life will be freed.

But that thorn bush let it stay in this world for a while.

This little moment made it feel all the pain when it was young!

If there is a next life, don't come here.

"Oh, I don't know if this method works. Come to my spiritual realm." Zhu Minglang was still not that open-minded after all.
Chapter completed!