Long Ming sat on a ball of soul fire, warm and warm. After saying that, the Abyss Bone Dragon reluctantly touched his son with his claws, and his movements were full of warmth.

Long Ming felt that the Bone Dragon father liked to touch his tail, belly, and cheeks, and would touch his scales in detail.

"My son is so cute." The deep bone dragon's low voice hid a little smile.

Long Ming shook his tail, and the arc was not high. The Bone Dragon father only spoke about the holy war in just a few words, but these few words were so cruel, revealing a corner of the war, like a glacier under the sea, and no one knew the darkness below it.

"Go to sleep well, it's not too late, I'm going back." The Abyss Bone Dragon finally touched his son's head and wanted to retreat.

Long Ming looked at him and felt that he was being put on the ground safely. He looked at the bone dragon that was about to disappear and blurted out: "Good night Dad."

The Abyss Bone Dragon was stunned, and his tone became even deeper, and he even felt a gentle feeling: "Good night, my son."

After the space crack was completely closed, Long Ming lay on the white and fluffy long-haired carpet, feeling a little sad. The deeds of the Bone Dragon father during his lifetime were too tragic, and it must be very painful in the end.

The candlelight shook a few times, and a gust of wind blew in, bringing light from outside, and then shutting it down again.

Carlo picked up the young dragon on the carpet and patted him on the back: "I will find an opportunity to tell the patriarch about the Abyss Bone Dragon, and only he can negotiate with the Pope's Holy Staff."

"Class Hillier is not such a dragon. I think there must be some misunderstandings. I was still young when I participated in the holy war, but I remember that the light dragon and the patriarch had a very good relationship. When I retreated to Dragon Island, Class Hillier locked himself in a cave for a long time and didn't want to see any dragons." Czech hesitated and said, "Good cub, if what the Abyss Bone Dragon said was true, we all admire him."

"The holy war has passed for too long, and only the clan leader may know the truth." The Czech looked down at the young dragon: "The current middle-current power of the dragon clan is our generation of young dragons. Most of the giant dragons belonging to the clan leader have already slept in the dragon clan cemetery. There has been a long time since the new young dragons were born in the clan. The clan leader is actually very anxious."

"I just want to say that the patriarch always values ​​every dragon."

Long Ming lay on Carlo's shoulder and nodded.

"Okay, go to bed." Carlo put the dragon cubs on the bed, and when he fell asleep, the dragons left.

The next morning, Long Ming sent out the small cloak on the head of the bed and actually mended it. He looked at Gru in surprise.

"I stitched it last night." Gru smiled and handed the honey candy to the fat baby: "For it, I found it in your little cloak pocket. I have a bag of honey candy here, and I will still eat it."

Long Ming's eyes lit up instantly and he put honey candy into his mouth.

After drinking breakfast milk, Long Ming walked out of the house and saw Segg at a glance.

"Oh, little fat boy, good morning." Seger came out of the next room leisurely with a smile on his face.

"Good morning, Seg." Long Ming looked behind him, but did not see his brother and Alger.

"They are going to save their detained companions." Seger lowered his head and whispered, squatting down and sighing: "But I don't think it's that easy. What if I get caught?"

Long Ming felt a chill on his head and found that the one-eyed Demon Lord had flew out. Its tentacles formed into a small pink flower bud, and flew to Long Ming's shoulders. The crimson one-eyed blinked slowly, and his tone was careless: "If you catch it, you can only be made into a deceased knight."

Seg was frightened by it: "That won't work."

Long Ming bit the honey candy and frowned.

"You can redeem it." The one-eyed Demon Lord waved his tentacles and looked at the human youth in a good mood: "Look, the palace of the Miss Mother Rose has been destroyed so much. You can let the knights communicate with the Miss Mother, why fight to the death? They are not the opponents of the Miss Mother Rose."

"Never forget that this is in the underground world. If you want them to die, it is a word from Rose's mistress."

"Can this work?" Seger was a little uncertain. He remembered that there was a knight dogma in the Temple of Light that he would never trade with dark creatures. Will his brother agree?

"Can you do it?" The one-eyed Demon Lord flew into the air and disappeared after a while.

"How about trying it." Long Ming looked at the entangled Seg, feeling that what the One-Eyed Demon Lord said was reasonable. After all, people were under the eaves and had to bow their heads.

"Let's wait for my brother to come back." Seger took out his travel notebook, sat on the stone steps next to him, and asked the fat little boy to come and sit together.

"We'll go on an adventure when we're out. I miss the past." Seger said, "The Emerald City outside the elves is so fun. I'll take you to see it."

"Okay." Long Ming shook his little tail and agreed.

Suddenly, Segg thought of something: "Will your dad still follow you when he reaches the ground?"

Long Ming blinked: "I don't know."

Seger suddenly hugged the fat baby's shoulder and whispered in his ear: "Actually, I'm going to tell you that your father is quite scary."

"But, I thought about it again." Seger laughed humbly: "You are my good friend, you must be from ours. Then, in other words, the Abyss Bone Dragon is also from ours. As long as I think of this, I feel safe suddenly."

Long Ming:………I can’t refute it suddenly, Yazi, who makes sense.

"By the way, why didn't you see Carlo and the Czech Republic?" Seger asked casually, pulling a blade of grass between his lips.

"They are in the room." Long Ming heard the familiar grass whistle sounding in his ears.

After Seg finished blowing, he just wanted to get up but failed. He turned around and saw that the squid puppy was pressed under his butt after he let out his clothes.

The fat little cub looked at him with his innocent and beautiful big eyes and slowly stood up.

Seger twitched his forehead and found that the left hem of his clothes had run under the fat baby's butt at some point. The exquisite hem was pressed tightly, not as elegant as before.

This is the gorgeous clothes he specially chose today to attract female dark elves!

"I'm sorry." Long Ming shook his tail.

"Forget it, it's okay..." Before Seger finished speaking, he heard the next sentence of the fat baby.

"I did it on purpose." Long Ming couldn't help laughing anymore. While Segg didn't react, he quickly ran away. After a while, he saw Segg chasing him.

"Little fat boy, stop!"

Long Ming immediately ran faster, but unfortunately, his calf was too short, and he was found by Segg despite running hard.

Seger stood in front of the little guy and was very tired, panting: "Run, what are you running? Don't you know I am a mage? Isn't your body and physical fitness good?"

Long Ming shook his tail and simply sat on the ground. He was a little gasping. He had just had a prank and it was so fun to tease Segg.

"Naughty, did you deliberately put my clothes underneath?" Seger adjusted his breathing, squatted down and looked at the fat baby, wanting to poke his belly. He had been envious for a long time.

Long Ming looked at Seg with bright eyes and refused to admit it: "No."

"Hmph." Seger snorted deliberately, his expression was not controlled well, and he still laughed: "Okay, let's go, but a piece of clothing. Seeing you running, I thought you had burned my travel notes."

Long Ming stood up, rubbed his cheeks sorely that he laughed, and let out a whistle.

Seger put his hands behind his head, whistled and walked back slowly.

Long Ming looked at his back and chased after him.

After playing around, Long Ming saw the Bone Dragon Dad in the room.

The atmosphere inside the house was very solemn, but both sides did not take action.

Long Ming saw the Seg's legs trembling in front of him, pretending to be calm and sat on the dining chair not far away.

"My son." The Abyss Bone Dragon looked at his son.

"Dad." Long Ming shouted obediently, and then was carried to the small high chair by Carlo.

The Abyss Bone Dragon moved the position, tearing the hole in the space crack behind his son, and leaning over to see what his son was eating.

Long Ming's claws stiffly held a transparent glass tube, and the other claws grabbed the handle of the golden milk jug, sucking the hot honey milk soup. This is a food that dark elves in the underground world often eat. When Long Ming first ate it, he felt like he was drinking double-skin milk. The thick layer of milk fat was extremely sweet, and he could drink it into his stomach with a suck.

"Is it delicious?" asked the Abyss Bone Dragon suddenly.

Long Ming swallowed it with a rumble and nodded heavily: "It's delicious, dad."

The meal was finished under the silent and caring eyes of the Bone Dragon Dad.

When he was going to bed at night, Long Ming saw the Bone Dragon father again by surprise, and he quickly stood up from the bed.

Abyss Bone Dragon's snow-white claws hung with a black triangle bag.

Long Ming took it back and smelled it. It was not good to smell, and it was indescribable. The fabric was very good. The silver pattern was faintly visible. The small triangular bag with a crooked appearance was surrounded by a faint black air. A golden string exuded a faint glow and passed through the top of the small triangular bag, like a necklace.

"This is the amulet, I asked the immortal wizard to do it, you can keep peace with it."

The Abyss Bone Dragon opened his mouth.

Long Ming felt warm and put on the guardian talisman, very happy: "Thank you, dad."

The Abyss Bone Dragon looked at his son, and the dark blue soul flames rose and disappeared: "No need to thank you, you are my son."

"Go to bed quickly, I'll be there for you."

Long Ming lay on the pillow, looking at the terrifying appearance of the bone dragon, but was not afraid at all, and slowly closed his eyes.

The Abyss Bone Dragon stared at the glowing guardian talisman, stretched out his claws and gently touched his son's head.

Although it is a light dragon, Ludvia never thinks he is a open-minded, kind and upright dragon. The idiot Hillier is very suitable for those names. He must seek everything he does, and he will do everything he wants, and he will kill decisively. In his life, there was only one accident, that is, the bloodline condensed by half of his body.

His son.

When he was in the abyss, he was thinking about his dragon eggs every moment. Now that he saw them, he became even more dissatisfied. He even thought about letting his son stay underground forever with him. Only when he was underground, his appearance would not cause panic or chase. The creatures on the ground have always hated the monsters in the abyss. Of course, Ludvia also hated them.

But during lunch today, the young dragon was happily tasting the food, and its golden eyes were shining. Ludvia suddenly remembered that when he was a light dragon in the past, he longed for the outside world. Azerick was a huge unknown treasure for him, full of mystery and temptation.

For young dragons, he is still so young, he should go and see the snow-capped grasslands, deep sea lakes, high mountain birds, and the differences between thousands of races, rather than being trapped underground.

Ludvia felt that he was not himself. He was obviously lonely and crazy. After he had no flesh and blood scales, there was no temperature difference, no taste, no ups and downs, and he could not remember how long he had not had physical contact with other creatures.

But whenever Ludvia thinks of the young dragon's golden eyes full of sunshine, it seems that all this is not that unbearable.

Every time he sensed the joy coming from the young dragon, Ludvia felt as if he had come back to life.

But trapped underground, how long will the happiness of the young dragon last?

Ludvia stared at his son's cute sleepy state, stretched out his claws to cover his quilt, and suddenly heard the young dragon in his sleep suddenly shout "Dad".

The voice was intimate, and he rubbed his head against the bone dragon's snow-white claws, and he smiled with satisfaction. His snow-white little fangs were unexpectedly cute...
To be continued...