Chapter 53 New Dragon Pet

Zhu Minglang bit his finger and quickly drew a seal on the forehead of the little dragon cub. This seal was the spiritual contract, which was signed with this dying soul.

The little cub basically did not refuse, and with its internal organs torn apart, it is estimated that it did not have any resistance.

Its soul was implicated with Zhu Minglang under the signing of this spiritual contract. After the success, Zhu Minglang immediately sent it into his spiritual realm and let the aura in the spiritual realm continue to hold this breath for him. .

Doing so is actually very dangerous.

The little cub is a dying life. After the spiritual contract is signed, if it does not survive, it means that Zhu Minglang's dragon pet dies and the spiritual contract is broken.

Once the spiritual covenant is broken, Zhu Minglang will be heavily backlashed, causing him to suffer the pain of heavy trauma to his soul.

The broken spiritual covenant can no longer be signed with other dragons.

Zhu Minglang only has three spiritual covenants now.

Since you want to become a dragon pastor, it is a taboo to lose an important spiritual covenant in the process of growing up.

But some life itself glows with an indescribable brilliance, which makes Zhu Minglang really hard to ignore.

Still did it.

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

...

It was night, and Zhu Minglang felt that the old gentleman should be in the Dragon Palace.

Flying to the Dragon Palace, Zhu Minglang opened the door, and at a glance he saw the old man lying on a rattan wooden chair, drowsy.

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

Mr. Wu was sobered up by Zhu Minglang's voice, and what caught his eye was a bloody cub whose bones were about to be twisted, and his appearance was so miserable that it was no different from a roadside dog corpse!

Mr. Wu's first reaction was to lay the cub flat, and then use his spiritual power to turn it into a warm mist like hot spring steam, protecting the young dragon cub, and then immediately rubbing its bones upright, okay allow blood to circulate.

"Go to the convalescent pavilion, put a bucket of healing spring water in a wooden barrel, come quickly!" Mr. Wu said to Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang did not dare to delay, and immediately ran towards the convalescent pavilion.

After signing the spiritual contract, the pain of the little dragon cub was also passed on to Zhu Minglang's mind along the connection between the souls. Zhu Minglang just tasted less than one-tenth of the soul feedback, and it was already unbearable.

With the fetters and implication, Zhu Minglang didn't want the little dragon cub to die like this. He found a wooden barrel, filled it with healing spring water, and flew back again.

...

It was getting deeper into the night, and in the Dragon Palace, all the little heads were curiously surrounding the stage. They looked at the little dragon cub lying on it in puzzlement, and watched it open and close its eyes, and then open it again after a while. open eyes...

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

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

"Can you survive?" Zhu Minglang looked at the little dragon cub who was in a complete coma and asked worriedly.

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

"On the first day you arrived at the Dragon Training Academy, I could see that you are always a living fairy." Zhu Minglang said with sincere admiration.

"You are also a nonsense, a dying young dragon, you will die when you die. Will there be fewer creatures dying in the big forest every day, and the young dragon can't die, right? It almost caught up with your own future!" Mr. Wu said in a serious tone, I disapprove of Zhu Minglang's behavior.

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

Dragon Pastor, the soul is very important. If you want to go a step further, the spiritual covenant must not be broken. It affects not only a dragon, but also the growth of the Dragon Pastor himself.

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

"Tonight, you can keep the night, I'm going back to sleep. By the way, you can settle the account later. Liaoyang Pavilion is not a workhouse." Mr. Wu beat his waist and walked outside the Chulong Hall.

Zhu Minglang hurriedly saluted and thanked him. He has helped him a lot again, and it is of course his duty to keep a vigil for the elderly!

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

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

"You, you don't even know what dragon it is, so you signed a spiritual contract... If you think your kid is blessed, after it wakes up, give it some nanmu juice, just in time to make green blood." Mr. Wu forced a smile .

"Isn't it the dragon of the green forest or the giant forest dragon?" Zhu Minglang asked in surprise.

"A lot stronger."

After finishing speaking, the old gentleman had already arrived at the door, and there were a few very clingy little spirits following the old gentleman, but they were quickly beaten back by the old gentleman.

Zhu Minglang bid farewell to him and closed the door of Chulong Hall.

After patrolling for a while, the young spirits are still as noisy as before, or they are screwed back to their nests and locked up, they are not 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 became quiet.

Zhu Minglang walked to the wooden barrel and looked at this little cub, wanting to see the extraordinary things that Mr. Wu said from it, but when Zhu Minglang saw it, he was dripping with blood. It is estimated that And only when it fully recovers will it be able to tell the difference.

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In the beginning of winter, the crystal frost covered the Dragon Training Academy. They hung on the branches without leaves, scattered among the bushes, and even covered the small courtyard.

Zhu Minglang stretched and found that he was the first to get up today, and his classmates seemed to be still hiding under the covers, and even the most diligent Li Shaoying could not see him training young spirits there.

Zhu Minglang is also sleepy, but there is nothing he can do. He has a lot to do recently.

First of all, he had to go to the casting workshop early in the morning to practice all his basic skills. This can only be done with diligence and persistence.

Fortunately, after being promoted to a real dragon pastor, Zhu Minglang's physique is much stronger than before, and finally he no longer has to drag his sore and tired body around the painting boat to think about life every day.

Secondly, I still have a large amount of dragon cave treasure on hand. I have to find a suitable place to sell the stolen goods and make myself rich. In this way, I can buy more high-quality nectar for Xiaobai, and I can also create the heavy armor I want. !