Accidentally raised the dragon crookedly

Chapter 38 Illu Mir

The mount contract is a special contract between two races, and its other name is: the slave contract.

From now on, the contractee will obey the contractor unconditionally and perform all duties as a mount. For a large and powerful race, this contract has only two words.

insult.

The system anxiously looked at the suddenly silent host, and asked hesitantly, "Master host... why don't you just forget about it."

Anyway, it won't do you any good, and you will suffer a lot. Without this dragon, we still have the next one!If it doesn't work...then choose a different powerful race!

Fu Shu'an was completely different from what it thought. He felt that this contract was too unfair to Little Silver.

The Dragon Clan is the most powerful existence in this interstellar world. From the dungeon, Fu Shuan can feel the arrogance and arrogance in their bones. If they take advantage of the time to suppress Xiaoyin's violent period and forcefully sign a contract...

Little Silver...wouldn't be able to survive in the Dragon Clan.

"Hiss—" Fu Shu'an irritatedly threw it on the tree, his lung cavity was torn apart, and his face turned pale from the pain.

"Forget it, Master Host! Your small body can't withstand a second blow." The system ran out of the sea of ​​consciousness and sighed melancholy.

The two giant dragons in front were fighting fiercely, one red and one white fighting melee and magic attacks, causing the entire suburb to be reduced to ruins.

Fu Shu'an vaguely heard the roar of the spaceship, his expression changed and he said in a deep voice: "System, quickly see if someone is coming?"

Speaking of which, Fu Shu'an leaned against the tree trunk and got up with difficulty, clutching his lungs that were hard to breathe, and walked in the direction of Xiaoyin. His boots were worn away by the sand and branches so that the original color could not be seen at all, and his jacket was scratched. Just like the pickers on the street.

The system nodded immediately: "Master Host, it's a military spaceship! If my deduction is correct, it should be sent by the Central Military Region to stop the two of them."

stop?

Fu Shu'an raised his eyebrows amusedly, "How can the military stop the dragon clan's infighting? Aren't you afraid of being slapped to death by the entire army?"

As if hearing his words, the dark black spaceships that were getting closer and closer gave out warning sounds, and an indifferent and sharp male voice came from above, "Two honored guests of the Dragon Clan, you have violated the interstellar race agreement, if you If it continues, it will be handled by our Imperial Army.”

Those spaceships stood up in quick succession, and actually surrounded Xiaoyin and Niman.

Fu Shu'an realized that it was not good, he frowned and stared at the spaceships that repeatedly shouted.

"Everyone in the military department listens to the order, prepares the particle laser cannon and the Luo Hongguang net, and counts down the countdown to hunt down the violators of the agreement—"

"I go!"

Fu Shu'an was dumbfounded. He didn't care about the suffocation in his lungs, and ran towards the two of them with all his strength. He shouted anxiously at Niman: "Niman! Stop! If you keep hitting you Both will be hunted!"

Niman dodged a ferocious tail flick from Xiaoyin, gasped and replied, "You should ask him! Those stupid human races are beyond their limits and dare to offend the noble dragon clan, I will let them die without a place to die! "

Just after he finished speaking, he rubbed a big fireball in his mouth, and sprayed it on the military spaceship very pretendingly.

"Warning-the spaceship is under attack, the countdown is accelerating..."

When did you still suffer from secondary illness? !Fu Shuan was about to cry, but he couldn't wake up Niman, so he turned around and rushed towards Xiaoyin.

Fu Shu'an tentatively shouted: "Xiaoyin! Wake up! Did you hear me?"

Yinlong didn't respond at all, his red eyes were full of ferocity and madness, his body was bloody and bloody, the newly grown Yinlin was beaten to death, the dragon horn on his forehead was almost broken, and his body was covered in burnt black. mark.

Even so, he was still fighting Niman paranoidly. When Fu Shuan saw that Niman was about to hit Xiaoyin's stomach with the dragon's horn, his black pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted heart-piercingly, "Little Yin, get out of here!" !"

Long's stomach is very soft and fragile, Fu Shu'an was full of fear when he thought of the feeling of rubbing Xiaoyin's stomach before.

I don't know if Xiaoyin heard it or reacted to it, but actually dodged Niman's fierce blow.

"Hunting countdown 10—"

No, it can't go on like this.

Fu Shuan turned pale with fright, he calmed down a little and said in a low voice: "System, let's start to conclude the contract." He didn't want to put Xiaoyin in danger anymore, this is what he should do as an older brother.

"Hey... the mount contract is now being concluded, the contractor: Human Race Fu Shuan, the contractee..."

The system paused, and said resignedly, "Ilu Mir."

Fu Shu'an was stunned for a moment, and murmured: "Yilu...Mir?" This surname is not that one...!

A bright light surrounded Fu Shuan, and time seemed to freeze. He was wrapped in the light and flew towards Xiaoyin. Everything around him was so quiet. There were golden feathers faintly floating down in midair, as if falling into the sky. A golden feather rain.

After the strong light faded, Fu Shu'an finally saw the appearance on the other side.

A huge dragon in silver armor stood in front of him. The dragon's horns were sharp and glittering with golden light. The sharp golden pupils were staring at him.

Majestic and ruthless.

This was Fu Shuan's first impression when he saw him.

The light group led him forward again, and Fu Shuan knew that the silver dragon in front of him was Xiaoyin, whom he had raised, but for a moment he felt a little strange.

The dragon looked mighty and handsome, yet so out of reach.

"Little...Little Silver?" Fu Shuan called out cautiously and softly.

Yinlong finally moved, he bent slightly and approached the little man, his voice was low and cold: "My name is Ilu Mir."

The delicate and beautiful dragon horns received the master's wishes and gently touched the villain.

Fu Shu'an lowered his head in disappointment, Xiaoyin has grown up and found his own name, he won't be called Xiaoyin anymore.

"If you like, I like the name Xiaoyin better."

Yinlong completely lay down on the ground, and slowly encircled Fu Shuan in his protective circle. He spread his dragon claws in front of Fu Shuan, and all the previous cruelty and coercion were shattered.

Yilu put away the coldness in his eyes, revealed the tenderness in his eyes, and said with a smile: "If you want, can you sit in my palm?"

Fu Shu'an was almost dodged by his sudden tenderness, and carefully stood in the other's soft palm with trembling steps.

He tried to call the system in his heart, but the system acted as if it had never appeared, and there was no response.

Then he saw Yinlong holding himself up to his chest, and the huge roar of the dragon resounded across the sky. Fu Shuan looked at the distinctive dragon scales in front of him, on which his own shadow was reflected.

"Ilu Mir swears with his life that he is willing to live forever as the mount of the human race Fu Shuan. If he violates the wishes of the Dragon God, he will be wiped out and his soul will never return to the Dragon Tomb."

Fu Shuan raised his head in shock, and the next moment he was surrounded by a soft light. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a silver-haired man kneeling respectfully on one knee not far from him. The other person's face is not clear.

Is it Xiaoyin?Or...Ilu?

"Master Host! Master Host! Wake up!" A familiar voice suddenly came from beside my ear, his tone full of anxiety and tension.

The soft light faded, and a tide of pain swept his whole body. Fu Shuan's heart throbbed violently, his throat became hot, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He fell powerlessly like a kite with a broken string, and the pain spread to his fingertips.

"Master Host?!"

It was so painful, as if someone had repeatedly pierced his body with a silver needle and a sword, and his heart seemed to be burning, excruciatingly painful.

Fu Shu'an thought in a daze: Did Xiaoyin feel this pain just now...he hurts more than me...

The moment he closed his eyes, he fell into a bloody embrace, and the familiar breath made him fall asleep. Fu Shuan raised his weak eyelids, and caught a glimpse of a silvery white shadow.

Is it Xiaoyin?

"it's me."

"Brother...it's me."

The person who caught him responded with a trembling voice, and there were two faint water marks on his pale cheeks, mixed with dried blood, dripping onto Fu Shuan's lapel.