blogombal Chapter 1057 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (44)
Chapter 1057 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (44)
The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (Forty-four)
The stove in the room was still burning as usual, and there was a constant sound of water in the small room near the door. Song Ning slumped on the sofa in a very ungraceful manner, his eyes seemingly distracted but actually full of confusion.
He was really confused. At which step of raising the dragon did something go wrong?
Aren't dragons said to be both evil and lazy? He seemed to remember hearing that although dragons were exceptionally powerful, it was precisely because of this power that they were also exceptionally lazy.
Song Ning reached out and picked up a piece of barbecue from the small coffee table next to him. The juicy meat filled his mouth. His eyes lit up. This barbecue restaurant is very good. I have never eaten it before and I didn’t expect to be surprised.
"Xiaolong, don't wash your hands there. Aren't they cold in this winter? Come over here and eat some barbecue while it's hot. I bought it especially for you."
The sound of water dripping in the small room stopped temporarily, and Long, wearing dark green trousers and a white shirt, walked out of the room. His sleeves were half rolled up, revealing his enviable muscle lines. His gray-blue eyes were slightly curved, revealing genuine joy like a human.
"So you bought it especially for me? Thank you, Ningning. Ningning is really the best to me."
Song Ning got goosebumps when he heard the familiar tone of coquettishness. Although several days had passed, he still found it difficult to get used to the fact that after this dragon grew up and started to speak human language, it also learned to act coquettishly with him without any instruction.
Dragon, coquettish, these three words don’t seem to go together, right?
"Let me try it."
Lance lowered his head and took the piece from Song Ning's fork. After chewing it carefully, he showed a thoughtful expression.
"It does taste pretty good. Ningning, do you like this?"
Song Ning ignored his words and just nodded casually, "Well, I think it's pretty good. It tastes much better than those sold in the tavern."
He doesn't really care much about food, but if people can eat something more delicious, who would refuse it?
Ningning likes to eat this flavor of barbecue, so I’m recording it.
Lance took another bite and sat down next to Song Ning, his fingers consciously pushing on Song Ning's lower back.
"Hey, kid..."
Song Ning was about to refuse, but the hot temperature coming from his lower back and the comfortable feeling gradually climbing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head made him just push it away, then he climbed down and closed his eyes to enjoy it.
Lance's skills were better than Song Ning had imagined. He felt the big hands massaging his limbs bit by bit in a daze. The pains left over from long ago that tormented him like maggots in the bones in the snow and rain seemed to be soaked in a warm hot spring, and his whole body became light.
The pain seemed to suddenly become unfamiliar. Song Ning thought about it in his dream, but gradually he smelled a burning smell.
Some kind of creature blocked out the sun and brought darkness. People's painful wails could be heard everywhere, and the sharp howls of undead creatures spread across the entire continent. Countless ordinary believers knelt and cried in front of the gate of the Temple of Light, begging for shelter. However, Song Ning saw with his own eyes that the bigwigs hidden behind the temple were enjoying the finest wine and food, holding blindfolded men and women in their arms, and completely turning a blind eye to the believers' cries for help.
Song Ning clenched his fists tightly in his sleep. Why... not save him?