blogombal Chapter 1033 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (2)
Chapter 1033 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (2)
The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (Twenty)
Of course Lance had no objection.
He flapped his wings, and his body, which was a circle bigger than before, circled as usual and landed on Song Ning's shoulder and rubbed against it.
Song Ning laughed and scolded: "You are a dragon, don't you understand? Do you think it's okay to act like a spoiled child every day?"
He cursed at the bottom of his mouth, but his hands were not at all vague and he couldn't let go of the wings.
To be honest, he is probably the only one in the world who knows how good the young dragon's wings feel.
"You dragons are so majestic when you grow up, but when you were little you actually had fuzz on your wings. They feel really nice."
The fingertips with fine and dense scars moved as if stroking a feather, gently and delicately touching the dragon's wings. The feeling of the fur rubbing against his hands was excellent. Song Ning became addicted after touching it once.
Lance rubbed his hand and let his warm fingers stroke his wings repeatedly, rubbing and biting them from time to time. The meaning of intimacy was self-evident.
Song Ning played for a while and felt quite satisfied. "Okay, you take a nap first. I'm going to work first."
Lance nodded his head up and down, took off and flew to the fireplace before circling and landing in his nest.
Seeing that Long was as self-aware as ever, Song Ning thought that raising a dragon was not as troublesome as he had imagined. He slowly stood up and opened a secret door in the basement.
Inside the dark secret door, the walls were densely covered with magic array patterns, and the hidden array patterns were intertwined into one. The whole room was very empty, with only a faint fluorescent light flickering on the dark wall, and a half-human-high pillar in the center with a groove in the center of the pillar.
Song Ning walked over, took out a magic stone from the magic storage props and pressed it in. The fluorescent light on the wall flashed twice, and a figure appeared in a picture.
Song Ning, draped in a black robe, concealed his face. "You should know the value of a Philosopher's Stone. It would be best if you have information of equal value."
The voice of the person in the painting was hoarse, and it was obvious that he had put on a disguise just like Song Ning. "Of course, you are my most important guest. I have a piece of news that you absolutely want to know."
Song Ning was unmoved, "Tell me about it."
The other party chuckled and stretched out five fingers.
"The information is authentic, but I have to say this is exclusive. If you really want to know, you'll have to pay this much."
Song Ning frowned. This old guy was becoming more and more fond of asking for too much.
He didn't agree, and his tone was as arrogant as always in front of the other party.
"You don't get to decide how much the information is worth, and I don't believe you can get a better price from anyone else except me. Tell me the information first, and I'll give it to you based on how much it's worth. It won't be less than yours."
His arrogance made the other party a little annoyed, but after thinking about it and realizing that Song Ning was not the most generous person he knew, he was the one who caused the least trouble, he smiled again.
"You are right. I certainly believe that your credibility is unmatched."
He bowed slightly and spoke a few words in an obscure language.
The Son of the Abyss is summoned,... bathed in fire and reborn. The dragon is imbued with darkness and transformed into the embodiment of revenge. As darkness erodes the earth, the dragon will pursue the footsteps of immortality... and follow the light.
After he finished speaking, he fell to the ground as if he had suddenly lost all his strength, and gave a reminder while gasping for breath.
"Hehehe, dear guest, do you think this information is valuable enough?"
"This is the latest news I got from... the temple."
Song Ning had a complicated expression, and after a while he said "hmm" lightly.
The screen went dark, and his fingers pressing on the Philosopher's Stone did not move.
After a long while, a faint sigh came from the darkness.
"Even so, will the dragon still choose to follow the light?"
That's really a little white-eyed dragon.