Chapter 52: Senlong Cubs

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After doing this cruel cliff-throwing thing, the cold-blooded little dragon staggered back to its soft nest, as if the entire nest belonged to it, it was able to sleep more peacefully.

Zhu Minglang couldn't help sighing after witnessing the whole process.

I had planned to steal the young dragon, but when I thought about its cold-blooded and despicable nature, I suddenly lost the slightest interest.

Silently waiting for the vulture 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 vulture did not witness this scene.

It is estimated that when the dragon mother returns, it can still rely on these cliff vultures, but they are not optimistic about the little dragon cubs.

Zhu Minglang didn't stay too long, he took advantage of the strong wind to slide down from the top of the cliff along the vines, intending to leave this dragon cliff as soon as possible.

As soon as he landed, a faint cry rang out from among the thorns, like an injured puppy. Only then did Zhu Minglang realize that the dragon cub just now seemed to be thrown under here...

Didn't fall to death? ?

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

After all, he couldn't bear it anymore, Zhu Minglang walked up quickly, cut through the thorns, and saw the little dragon cub covered in injuries at a glance.

The skin on its body is still very tender, and its size is similar to that of a puppy. It is estimated that the bones are still very soft. It did not die immediately after falling from such a high place, but struggled painfully 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 fiercely, making it more painful before dying...

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

"I'll save you, whether you can survive is up to you." Zhu Minglang said softly to the dragon cub.

Zhu Minglang let Xiao Bai Qi freeze those thorns, and at the same time, he also relied on Bai Qi's frost to slightly stop the bleeding wound of this dragon and dragon cub.

He carefully lifted 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 fell from such a high place, the bones inside must have been broken a lot, and those broken bones penetrated into the body. Here, another torture!

It stands to reason that this kind of pain cannot be endured by a small cub at all, but this Senlong cub clenched the teeth that had just grown, and there was a bit of unwillingness in those small eyes!

It doesn't want to die like this.

It longs to live.

In the past, seeing such a creature struggling in pain, Zhu Minglang felt that the most empathetic kindness was to pierce its vital point with a sword and let it be completely freed.

In fact, Zhu Minglang wanted to help this little cub free, because just looking at its deformed and bloody body was disturbing!

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 Dragon Training Academy.

The wound was only treated extremely roughly, and the medicines didn't actually have much effect. Instead, they prolonged the pain before death. Zhu Minglang felt that it would not last for the convalescent pavilion...

Soaring above Ye Hai, the sky is still gloomy, Bingchen Bailong flaps its wings, and its size is still too small, it can only rely on the wind to carry it to fly.

Blood seeped out along Zhu Minglang's clothes, and the little cub stopped moaning in pain. Zhu Minglang glanced down at the little cub, thinking it had no signs of life.

But Zhu Minglang saw its eyes.

The emerald-colored vertical pupils were still reluctant to close them, although they were full of pain, they never let go of their teeth.

Life is so painful, why not give up, obviously still so young?

Another world may be better than this.

"Bai Qi,

Can you go any faster? "Zhu Minglang asked.

The Bingchen White Dragon waved its wings, and a gust of wind blew over the forest, blowing all the trees like seagrass in the waves.

Stepping on this gust of wind, the Bingchen White Dragon flew 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 the 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 at this height, a distant white figure was reflected in the huge pupils of the giant forest dragon, and they were gradually leaving.

"Rabble!!!!!!"

The vultures who realized it with hindsight finally realized that the treasure house had been looted, and the young son of the dragon was also taken away by the thieves. For a time, all the vultures hovered over the cliff in fear. They were looking for the smell in mid-air, ready to chase that one. thieves!

"Roar!!!!" The giant forest dragon roared, and all the cliff vultures were so frightened that they rushed into the canopy, and they didn't dare to make any more sound.

Hiding on the branches, the cliff vultures shivered, for fear that the forest dragon mother would bite all of their clan to death.

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

The giant forest dragon looked down, opened its mouth, and spit out a piece of animal meat kept in its stomach.

The young forest dragon let out an excited cry and threw himself on this piece of animal meat. Without the contenders, it no longer had to devour it like before, it could slowly wait for the meat to melt in its throat before swallowing it in its stomach.

The dragon mother looked at the bite mark on the young dragon's forehead, and then at the white figure that was gradually receding, but in the end she didn't pursue it.

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

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

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Beyond the forest, plains and rivers are in sight.

The breath of this little cub wrapped in clothes by Zhu Minglang is getting weaker and weaker. It stares very hard and stares at Zhu Minglang.

"Why are you suffering?"

Zhu Minglang looked at its young eyes and could not feel the anger in it, as if saying goodbye to a stranger like him, with a bit of reluctance and gratitude.

It couldn't hold up.

Although it works very hard.

The injury was too severe.

Without the thornbush, it would die in an instant, and life would be liberated.

But that thorn bush, let it stay in this world for a little longer.

This little time, so young it tasted all the pain!

If there is an afterlife, don't come here.

"Oh, I don't know if this method will work or not, come to my spiritual realm." Zhu Minglang was not so open after all.

Since we meet, it is fate.