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The young fire dragon in the palm of his hand is completely composed of compressed flames, its eyes, ears, mouth, nose, legs, claws, and wings are all clearly visible. Even the scales on its body can be clearly seen. The eyes condensed by the flames are as bright as a gem, full of life.
There is no doubt that this is a real dragon.
Fire dragon!
The Fire Dragon, which Liszt had personally bred, had to swallow the entire Phoenix feather to hatch from the state of a magic fire seed.
"Roar!"
Seeing Liszt staring at it, the young fire dragon seemed a little dissatisfied and opened its mouth to cry. Its voice is very small, it feels like a roar, but in fact, it is similar to the cry of a little puppy. But Liszt can vaguely feel its emotions.
Very vague emotions, much weaker than the telepathic connection after the contract with the elves.
But he can barely distinguish the meaning of the emotion.
"Little Charmander, what form are you in?" Liszt asked in a low voice. He didn't expect it to answer, so it was more of a question to itself.
He was very curious about the difference between this little fire dragon and a real adult dragon — in terms of composition, an adult dragon had a body of flesh and blood, with bones and muscles, while the little fire dragon was condensed from flames, without a body of flesh and blood.
He did not feel the magic of the fire dragon or the power of the dragon from the little fire dragon.
It seems to be just a flame, a flame composed of its own fighting spirit, but there is a clear boundary between the flame and fighting spirit.
This boundary determines that it is an independent individual.
An individual with a soul and a mind.
"Roar!"
The little fire dragon did not understand what Liszt is asking, it made an unknown sound, then flapped its wings and made a flying action. However, it can't leave Liszt's palm, it seems that its body and Liszt's fighting spirit are still connected.
During this time, Liszt's body has barely generated some fighting spirit.
He tried to run his fighting spirit and found that he can run it again and even affect the little fire dragon. As soon as he absorbed it, the little fire dragon quickly turned into a flame and was absorbed into his meridians. Then it felt a faint anger in its mind. Charmander was very unhappy that it had been sucked into the meridian.
So Liszt released it again. The flames condensed, and Charmander reappeared. "Roar!"
It seemed to be scolding Liszt.
"I feel like this guy is too weak. He doesn't have the slightest bit of majesty of a dragon. Is there something wrong?" As he thought about it, he suddenly stretched out his other hand. His thumb pressed down on his index finger, and he gave Charmander a Finger Flicking Spirit Art.
Patter!
It felt real to the touch. His fingers felt like they were flicking on a soft piece of meat. Charmander's head bounced up, and then its entire body tilted and fell on his palm.
Charmander waved its limbs and struggled to get up. It opened its mouth and screamed, "Roar!"
Then, a small flame came out of its mouth and sprayed at Liszt's hand, which was still holding a finger snap. However, when the flame touched Liszt's finger, it did not produce any burning effect.
He didn't feel anything.
Discovering this, Charmander was very disappointed, and even its "Roar" sound was a little weaker.
So Liszt took out a thick piece of bast paper and extended it in front of Charmander. "Come on, spit out a flame." He gave orders to Charmander in the same way he gave orders to the elves, using a vague emotional connection.
Charmander tilted his head and froze for a while.
Then he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out flames.
The flames instantly pierced through the thick bast paper and turned half of it into flying ash. There was no sign of burning, and the process of paper to ash was completed directly.
The temperature in the room rose a few degrees again.
"The power of the flame is good, but it is a little small, and there is no Eternal Mark Engraving nature. This is not the real magic of the fire dragon. Charmander is not a real young dragon. Its current state is very wonderful. It seems to be between the magic fire seed and the real fire dragon? "
Liszt grabbed with his left hand and held the little fire dragon in the palm of his hand, enjoying the soft meatball.
Looking at the mighty little fire dragon, it couldn't resist his claws at all, and could only anxiously "Roar". Liszt did not stop at all. He still remembered the severe pain he felt when the magic fire seed swallowed the phoenix feather. Even if it was a dragon, bullying an honest man like this was intolerable!
Without waiting for Charmander to respond, he ran his qi again and put the little fire dragon directly into his qi meridian.
Charmander was very angry in the meridian and was determined to get out, but it couldn't resist Liszt's qi. With the qi running, it was stuffed all the way into the meridian of the heart. This meridian was very wide, and it was also the place where the magic fire seed chose to live. It was very suitable to imprison Charmander.
"Roar!"
In his mind, he could hear the roar of the little fire dragon, like a puppy that had been stepped on.
His face had recovered, and he was a little hungry, but his mood was very tangled: "This is definitely not the fire dragon I want. This kind of thing is not worthy of being called a dragon … It is not like the majestic dragon under the Dragon Knight!" During the magic fire seed period, Liszt could not control it, but now he could control it at will.
Therefore, there was a huge contrast with his expectations for a dragon, and he couldn't accept it for a while.
He took out the dragon milk from the gem space and drank it. Then he took out the cooked World of Warcraft meat and wolfed it down. Finally, he appeased the hunger caused by the depletion of his qi. With the constant wriggling and absorption of the body's stomach, the nutrition was supplemented into the cells, and then the qi was produced to fill the meridian.
The qi he had lost was quickly restored by a small half.
At this time, he tried to use the original method of training with the magic fire seed to transfer the Combat Qi to Charmander. He found that although Charmander was very angry, it obediently absorbed the Combat Qi, then expelled the magic impurities and mixed it with his Combat Qi. It was still producing Dragon Combat Qi.
And the speed was faster, and the efficiency was improved several times.
But.
The consumption also increased more than ten times, and the little qi that was replenished quickly fell into a state of depletion. The dragon qi produced was less than one tenth.
"This … I originally had to feed two mouths. Now, I have to feed several mouths! The little fire dragon's appetite is too big, how can I feed it? " He took out the dragon milk and World of Warcraft meat again and continued to eat to supplement nutrition. He also took out a magic potion.
After taking the potion, he found that the increased qi still could not fill the little fire dragon's huge appetite.
The little fire dragon that could swallow the qi finally calmed down and stayed in the heart position, enjoying the constant flow of qi. But soon its qi supply was cut off. Liszt pulled a long face and was upset: "I can't feed it like this, no amount of qi can satisfy its appetite."
He himself had to continue to train. Without qi, how could he train?
For the first time, he didn't look forward to raising a dragon. He was really frightened by the dragon's appetite. He didn't know if this was a super-small mini dragon.
At this time, he looked up and suddenly noticed that the clock on the wall had pointed to 12: 30.
The New Year's Day had passed.
"Right, smoke mission!"
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