Chapter 1415 Finger!

Gulp gulp...

Finger was awakened by an inexplicable sound, or more accurately, by a strange smell.

That smell...

It was inexplicable, never smelled before, but it was very attractive to dragons.

Finger slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a huge, gray-white metal container, and under the container there was a magic circle with red light.

A hot breath emanated from the metal container.

And the strange fragrance that woke him up before also came from the metal container.

Gulp~~~

A strange sound came from under Finger, and his originally empty and numb eyes subconsciously dodged.

"You're awake!"

Finger's eyes condensed, and he looked in the direction of the sound, only to see the strange silver dragon throwing pieces of plant roots into the metal container.

He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and for the second time he became curious about something.

The first time was when he was just born, he was curious about the world, and then his curiosity was torn apart again and again in an extremely cruel way.

Thinking of this, Finger's eyes became empty again.

With his heart dead, he no longer needed to be curious about anything.

Witt looked at the black dragon cub who turned around, smiled, and then said in a very seductive voice: "Do you know what I'm doing?"

As he said this, Witt did not expect the other party to respond to him.

For him, who picked up Antawana when he was a young dragon, he was very familiar with how wild dragons would react when facing a strange dragon.

So, Witt continued, "See? These things can make the meat more fragrant. In a while, I will pour the soup in this pot into your stomach while you are still alive.

Marinating from the inside out will thoroughly stimulate the fragrance of your meat.

When the time comes, take a bite, and the fragrant juice will burst in your mouth...

Tsk tsk!

Just thinking about it, I'm drooling!"

After saying that, Witt looked at the black dragon cub with expectation, but saw that the other party just looked at him expressionlessly, with dull eyes.

Witt was stunned for a moment, wouldn't he be scared silly!

Thinking so in his heart, Witt took out a large spoon from the reverse scale space, and then put it into the pot to stir it.

"Well, it's almost done!"

Muttering to himself, Witt fished out a huge dragon beast leg from it.

"Have some snacks before dinner."

As he said this, Witt put his head in front of the black dragon cub again, then grinned, revealing his sharp teeth.

"Boy, you are going to die at such a young age. Do you think that your dragon life has no value? Now, I will give you a chance to realize your value!"

At this point, Witt pointed to the pot next to him.

"See that pot? I rarely kill, so I don't want to kill you. Why don't you jump in and drink until you are full.

In this way, you will not only save me from the sin of killing dragons, but also provide me with a delicious meal. You have done so many good things before you die...

Your value in this world has been realized!"

Finger looked at Witt blankly, and suddenly a hint of irony appeared in his originally lifeless eyes. Then he dragged his tired body and flew towards the huge pot.

Looking at the thick soup below that exuded the aroma of dragons, Finger turned his head to look at Witt, and then a calm and hoarse voice sounded.

"You make me sick!"

As soon as the voice fell, he plunged into the pot. That look, that expression, highlighted two words-determination!

Witt looked at the big pot with a strange expression.

He really jumped!

Moreover, I have said this to this extent, can't you tell that this is a joke?

Thinking so in his heart, Witt gnawed on the dragon beast leg while staring at the soup in the pot.

Looking at the gradually falling soup base, the expression on Witt's face became more and more strange.

Half a magic hour later, Witt, who was bored gnawing on the bones, looked at the pot lightly.

"Aren't you coming out?"

There was no sound in the pot.

Witt raised his eyebrows, and a red fire element was injected into the magic circle under the pot.

The sudden high temperature caused a scream from the hot pot, and at the same time, a black unknown object that was as fat as a ball bounced out of the pot.

Witt saw this and laughed unscrupulously.

"So you're embarrassed to come out!"

Finger, who was forced out by Witt, shifted his gaze subconsciously after hearing this, and then silently fell to the side, looking at Witt with a complicated expression.

In fact, when he drank the first mouthful of soup, he realized that the dragon didn't really want to eat him.

The rich and sweet soup slid down his throat into his stomach, and before it entered the dragon's stomach, it turned into a stream of warm currents and drilled into his limbs.

Not long ago, the injuries that were not completely healed, and when he moved, there was always a sense of blockage on his body (hidden injuries), all of which sent a warm feeling.

This is not soup, this is a potion!

He still has the memory of inheritance, and knows that this is no longer an effect that food can achieve.

The other party kept saying that he wanted to eat him, but what he did was to heal him.

Why?

Finger couldn't figure it out at all.

But soon, his past experience made him paranoid that even if the dragon healed his injuries, it was for some other purpose.

So, he looked at Witt with a look of confusion, and gradually turned into vigilance.

On the other side, Witt saw this, but didn't care.

"Okay, I admit that I just played a joke on you before, um... isn't it funny?"

Finger looked at Witt speechlessly.

Put yourself in his shoes, in that situation, would there really be a dragon that could laugh?

He thought so in his heart, but he remained silent.

Witt saw that Finger ignored him, thought for a while, and then looked at Finger with interest.

"As a giant dragon, I helped you heal your injuries and adjust your body, and your reward to me is silence?"

Finger was stunned for a moment, and then slightly entangled.

"What do you want to know?"

The corner of Witt's mouth slightly lifted.

"Your name!"

"..."

There was another silence, but Witt was not in a hurry. He just took out a blank metal book and started writing and drawing on it with his claws.

"Finger!"

After a long time, Finger's voice sounded again.

Witt raised his eyes slightly.

"Oh, my name is Witt, a mutant silver dragon. By the way, can you give me a drop of your blood?"

Finger was stunned for a moment. For some reason, he did not ask why, but tore his skin directly.

Just when he was about to do something else, the blood on his wound floated up by itself, and then a warm touch came from his wound.

Looking down, he saw that a water ball had wrapped his wound.

The rich breath of life made his wound heal in the blink of an eye.

"Thank... Thank you!"

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