Zhu Minglang bit his finger and quickly drew a picture seal on the forehead of the little dragon cub. This picture seal was a spiritual promise, signing with this soul that was about to disappear.

The little cub basically had no rejection, and his internal organs were fragmented, and he probably had no strength to resist.

Its soul was connected with Zhu Minglang under the signing of this spiritual contract. After success, Zhu Minglang immediately sent it into his spiritual realm, allowing the spiritual energy in the spiritual realm to continue this breath for it.

This is actually very dangerous.

The little cub is a dying life. If it does not survive after signing the spiritual contract, it will be like Zhu Minglang's dragon pet dies and the spiritual date is broken.

Once the spiritual promise is broken, it will backfire Zhu Minglang. Not only will it cause him to suffer the pain of his soul's heavy wounds, this spiritual promise will be completely necrotic and cannot be repaired.

The broken spiritual contract cannot be signed with other dragons anymore.

Zhu Minglang now only has three spiritual promises.

Since you want to become a Dragon Shepherd, losing an important spiritual contract during your growth is a taboo.

But some lives are radiant indescribable, which makes Zhu Minglang really difficult to ignore.

Do it anyway.

Even if there is sacrifice, Zhu Minglang hopes that the little cub in his arms can survive. He is so eager to stay in this world, even if his short life is mostly torture and pain.

...

It was already night, and Zhu Minglang felt that the old man should be in Chulong Hall.

Flying to the Chulong Hall, Zhu Minglang pushed open the door and saw the old man lying on a rattan chair, drowsy.

"Mr. Wu, please help me save it." Zhu Minglang opened the spiritual realm without saying a word and placed the little cub in front of Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu was shocked by Zhu Minglang's voice. What caught his eye was a bloody cub. His body was almost broken, and his appearance was so miserable that he was no different from a roadside dog corpse!

Mr. Wu's first reaction was to lay the cub flat, then use his spiritual power to turn it into a small mist that is as warm as hot spring steam, protecting the little dragon cub, and then immediately rub its bones so that the blood can circulate.

"Go to the sanatorium and put a barrel of healing spring water in a wooden barrel, hurry up!" Mr. Wu said to Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang dared not delay and immediately ran towards the sanatorium.

After signing the spiritual contract, the pain of the little dragon cub was also conveying to Zhu Minglang's mind along the connection between the souls. Zhu Minglang was already a little unbearable after only savoring less than one-tenth of the soul feedback.

With bonds and connections, Zhu Minglang didn't want the little dragon cub to die like this. He found the wooden barrel, loaded the healing spring water, and ran back again.

...

It was getting late at night, and in the Dragon Palace, small heads were curiously surrounding the stage. They looked at the little dragon cub lying on it in confusion, watched it open its eyes, closed its eyes again, and opened its eyes again not long after...

Finally, Mr. Wu wiped the sweat on his cheeks with a bloody cloth. He asked Zhu Minglang to pick up the little cub and let his body completely soak in a wooden barrel filled with healing springs.

"Fortunately you came in time." Mr. Wu let out a long sigh and continued, "Or I'll go back to sleep."

"Can you survive?" Zhu Minglang looked at the little dragon cub who was in a completely unconscious state and said with some concern.

"Hmph, if you can send it to me, I can make it live if you are angry." Mr. Wu said.

"On the first day I went to the Dragon Taming Academy, I saw that you are always a living god." Zhu Minglang exclaimed sincerely.

"You are also a fool. A dying young dragon will die if you die. Will there be fewer creatures in the forest every day? The young dragon cannot die, right? It almost takes advantage of your own future!" Mr. Wu said in a tone, and he was very disagreeing with Zhu Minglang's behavior.

After understanding the situation, Mr. Wu really didn't know how to evaluate Zhu Minglang, a student.

Dragon Shepherd Master, soul is very important. If you want to take a step further, the spiritual promise must not be broken. It will not only affect a single dragon, but also affect the growth of Dragon Shepherd Master himself.

"It's also a special situation." Zhu Minglang said with a wry smile.

"You watch the night tonight, I'll go back to sleep. By the way, you can settle the account. Liaoyang Pavilion is not a relief courtyard." Mr. Wu beat his waist and walked outside the Chulong Palace.

Zhu Minglang hurriedly saluted and thanked him. He once again helped him a lot, so he was of course obliged to keep an eye on the old man!

"Oh, do you know what kind of breed it is?" When Mr. Wu walked to the door, he suddenly turned around and said to Zhu Minglang.

"I don't know yet." Zhu Minglang replied.

"You, don't know what kind of dragon it is, so you signed a spiritual contract... You kid have good fortune. After it wakes up, feed it some nanmu juice, which will make green blood again." Mr. Wu reluctantly smiled.

"Isn't it the Green Forest Dragon or the Forest Dragon?" Zhu Minglang said in surprise.

“It’s a lot.”

After saying that, the old man had already arrived at the door, and a few very clingy young spirits followed the old man, but they were soon raped by the old man.

Zhu Minglang said goodbye to him and closed the door of Chulong Palace.

After patrolling around, the young spirits were still making noises like before. Otherwise, they would twist them back into their nests and shut them down, and they would not be willing to sleep at all.

It was not until the second half of the night that the young spirits completely fell asleep, and at this time the Dragon Palace finally calmed down.

Zhu Minglang walked to the wooden barrel and looked at the little cub, wanting to see what Mr. Wu said from it, but Zhu Minglang looked bloody when he saw it. It is estimated that only when it fully recovered can he be able to distinguish its differences.

...

As winter begins, crystal frost hangs over the Dragon Taming Academy. They hang on the branches without leaves, scattered in the low bushes, and even cover the small yard.

Zhu Minglang stretched out and found that he was the first to get up today. His classmates seemed to be hiding in bed. Even the most diligent Li Shaoying couldn't see him training young people there.

Zhu Minglang is also sleepy, but there is no way. He has done quite a lot of things recently.

First of all, he had to go to the casting house early in the morning to practice all his basic skills. This can only be diligent and persistent.

Fortunately, after being promoted to a real Dragon Shepherd, Zhu Minglang's physique was much stronger than before. Finally, he didn't have to drag his sore and tired body around the pleasure boat to think about life every day.
Chapter completed!