Chapter 52
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After the cruel act of throwing itself off the cliff, the cold-blooded baby dragon staggered back to its soft nest. It seemed that the entire nest belonged to it and it could sleep more peacefully.
Zhu Minglang witnessed the entire process and couldn't help but sigh.
He originally planned to steal the baby dragon, but when he thought about how cold-blooded and despicable it was, he suddenly lost all interest.
Silently waiting for the cliff vultures to hide in the pine trees, Zhu Minglang realized that he seemed to have created a perfect environment for the little bastard to commit a crime. The cliff vultures didn't witness this scene either.
He reckoned that when the Dragon Mother came back, it could still blame the cliff vultures for not looking after the baby dragon.
Zhu Minglang didn't stay any longer. He took advantage of the strong wind and slid down the vines from the top of the cliff. He planned to leave this dragon cliff as soon as possible.
As soon as he landed, a weak cry sounded from the thorns, like an injured puppy. Zhu Minglang realized that the baby dragon seemed to have been thrown down here …
It didn't die from the fall?
Zhu Minglang lifted his head to look at the broken vines and then at the thicket.
In the end, he couldn't bear to see it. Zhu Minglang quickly walked up and pushed the thorns aside. He immediately saw the baby dragon covered in injuries.
Its skin was still very tender and its body was about the same size as a puppy. Perhaps because its bones were still very soft, it didn't die immediately after falling from such a high place. It only struggled painfully in the thorns.
The thorns gave it some buffer so that it didn't die immediately. However, they also ruthlessly pierced its delicate body, making it even more painful before it died …
Seeing the miserable state of the baby dragon, Zhu Minglang's heart softened.
"I will save you. Whether you can survive or not depends on yourself," Zhu Minglang said softly to the baby dragon.
Zhu Minglang asked Little Bai Qi to freeze the thorns. At the same time, he relied on Bai Qi's frost to stop the bleeding of the Forest Dragon's wound.
Zhu Minglang carefully carried it out of the thicket. For some reason, he felt that this little creature was going to fall apart at any moment. It had fallen from such a high place, so many of its bones must have been broken. The broken bones piercing into its body was another kind of torture!
Logically speaking, this kind of pain was not something a baby dragon could endure, but this Forest Dragon baby clenched its newly grown teeth, and its tiny eyes flashed with a hint of unwillingness!
It did not want to die like this.
It longed to survive.
If it were in the past, Zhu Minglang would have thought that the most compassionate and merciful thing he could do to a living creature struggling in pain like this would be to stab his sword into its vitals and free it completely.
Zhu Minglang actually wanted to help this little cub escape, because just looking at its deformed and bloody body was enough to make one's heart wrench!
After taking off his clothes, Zhu Minglang gently wrapped the baby dragon up and hung it in front of his chest. Zhu Minglang grabbed Bai Qi's hind claws and flew in the direction of the Dragon Tamer Institute.
The wound was only treated crudely. The medicine did not have much effect, but it only prolonged the pain before death. Zhu Minglang felt that it would not be able to make it to the Recuperation Pavilion …
Soaring above the sea of leaves, the sky was still gloomy. The Bingchen Bailong flapped its wings. Its body was still too small, so it could only rely on the wind to carry it in flight.
Blood seeped out along Zhu Minglang's clothes. The baby dragon stopped moaning in pain. Zhu Minglang looked down at the baby dragon and thought that it had lost all signs of life.
However, Zhu Minglang saw its eyes.
Its jade-green eyes were still unwilling to close. It was clearly in pain, yet its teeth were still clenched tightly.
Why didn't it give up after living such a painful life? It was still so young!
Perhaps the other world was even better than this one!
"Bai Qi, can you go faster?" asked Zhu Minglang.
The Winter Ice White Dragon flapped its wings, creating a gust of wind in the sky above the forest, causing all the trees to sway like seaweed in the waves.
The Bingchen Bailong flew even faster as it rode the wind. Its pure white figure soon appeared at the end of the ancient pine forest. They should be able to see the plains and the Li Chuan River after passing through the cedar forest.
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An enormous dragon covered in moss slowly landed on the top of a cliff.
The enormous eyes of the forest dragon reflected a white figure in the distance as it stood on the cliff. They were slowly leaving the place.
"Jiao jiao!!!"
The Cliff Vultures finally realized that the treasure vault had been plundered, and the Dragon's Whelp had also been taken away by the thief. For a moment, all the Cliff Vultures hovered above the cliff in fear. They were searching for the scent in the air, preparing to chase after the thief!
"Roar!!!" The forest dragon roared. In an instant, all the eagles scurried into the treetops in fear, not daring to make a sound.
The eagles hid in the branches and trembled in fear. They were afraid that the forest dragon mother would bite them all to death.
The young dragon rubbed itself against the forest dragon's leg and let out a very gentle cry as if it was acting coquettishly.
The forest dragon lowered its head and looked. It opened its mouth and spat out a piece of beast meat that was stored in its stomach.
The Forest Wyrm let out an excited cry and pounced on the piece of meat. With no one fighting for it, it no longer had to wolf down the meat like before. It could slowly wait for the meat to melt in its throat before swallowing it into its stomach.
The dragon mother looked at the bite mark on the young dragon's forehead and glanced at the white figure that was gradually leaving. In the end, she did not chase after it.
She slowly sank her body into the empty dragon pit and slowly closed her eyes … …
Not long after, the young dragon that had eaten its fill came over. The forest dragon did not open its eyes. It only raised its wings and wrapped the young dragon under its wooden wings.
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After passing through the forest, the plains and river appeared in front of them.
The young dragon wrapped in Zhu Minglang's clothes was getting weaker and weaker. It tried very hard to open its eyes and stare at Zhu Minglang.
"Why do you have to do this?"
Zhu Minglang looked into its young eyes. He could not feel the anger in its heart. It was as if it was saying goodbye to a stranger. There was some reluctance and also some gratitude.
It could not hold on any longer.
Even though it tried very hard.
The injury was too severe.
Without the thorns, it would instantly die and its life would be freed.
But the thorns allowed it to stay in this world for a little while longer.
This little while made the young dragon experience a lot of pain!
If there was a next life, it was better not to descend here.
"Sigh, I don't know if this method will work. Come to my Spirit Realm." In the end, Zhu Minglang was not so open-minded.
Since they had met, it could be considered fate.
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