Dragon's Professionalism

The place where Ning's mother was located was quite a distance from this small kingdom, and it was obviously impossible for them to walk there.Ning originally wanted to transform into a dragon to carry him, but the guards firmly disagreed—looking at the scaled back of the dragon, he always felt that he would be ground into a ball of dough on it.

No, it should be flour.

"Maybe we can make a saddle? Like a saddle, but bigger, I think I have enough leather there." Ning proposed to him.In all fairness, this idea is indeed very reasonable, but Yang just shook his head firmly and refused.

"I don't want to ride you even if I don't get hurt...that feels weird. I'd rather have you grab me with your claws."

Hearing this completely unfeasible idea, Ning was angry and funny for a while, and couldn't help but say, "Why don't you let me have you in my mouth? It's like lions holding a cub in their mouths?"

"I think we can do this!" the guard suddenly realized, and planned with great interest: "In that case, maybe I should wear thicker armor? I believe you won't bite me, but just to be safe ...Hmm..." He tentatively put the gauntlet to his mouth and bit it, and immediately spit it out with a bah, disappointed: "It's really uncomfortable to pick up, and it's slippery, or we can change it to fur..."

After thinking for a while, he said dejectedly, "It's too hot now, and the fur is too thick and I'll get dehydrated...or do you have any method...magic or something...to make the temperature of the fur coat more comfortable?"

He raised his head and looked at the dragon expectantly—he was actually thinking seriously!

God knows Ning was just joking just now...

Ning had no choice but to persuade: "Let's go riding, remember our two horses? They haven't seen each other for a long time, I think we can take this opportunity to reunite them for a while."

The guard accepted his offer.So the two rode horses all the way, passed through several small countries, and finally arrived at a wild valley in the middle of a starry night.

In the middle of the night, the valley was as silent as a cemetery.

The moonlight shone coldly, like flowing silver frost, shining on the huge bone frame in front of him, making the pale skeleton show a white jade-like texture.

The guard was wearing a newly made uniform and stood in front of the bone frame with a complex expression. It was completely different from the "meeting the parents" he imagined. The dragon led him straight into the wilderness where no one had ever seen.He had expected a house—at least a cemetery—but all he had in front of him was a skeleton, clean, pale, and gleaming faintly in the moonlight, with even a few clumps of weeds protruding from the skull's enormous eye sockets. , looked bleak and miserable to the extreme.

And the giant dragon stood beside him, introducing to the skeleton neatly: "Jan, this is my uncle August; August, this is my lover Jan."

His attitude was so natural, as if what he was facing was not a pair of cold bones, but a living dragon.The guard could only smile and say hello to the skeleton: "Hi, Mr. August, nice to meet you..."

As a matter of course, there was no response from the skeleton frame.

The guard breathed a sigh of relief, he thought this was a normal situation, if the skeleton suddenly jumped up and answered him happily "Hi, hello, I'm August", the guard thought he would not be able to bear it .

Ning seemed to have expected this situation long ago, and he didn't look frustrated at all.It was as if sitting in front of him was an elder who was dozing off. He whispered some latest anecdotes on the mainland (some of them happened hundreds of years ago), chatted and laughed for a while, and just now He pulled the guard up and said goodbye to leave.

The moment they got up, the guard suddenly found out in horror that the skeleton seemed to have moved slightly!

"Ning!" He exclaimed in a low voice, holding Ning's arm tightly, Ning patted the back of his hand lightly, and whispered: "It's okay."

"August is like that, lazy...he always likes to sleep, but that doesn't mean he doesn't snore or turn over every now and then..."

"Snoring?! Turn over?!" The guard stared at the bone frame with horror mixed with confusion, his face looked a little pale.Ning sighed helplessly, and led him away for a certain distance. He waited until he could no longer see the skeleton, and then explained to him: "My uncle August died in a landslide 3000 years ago. He He was sleeping at the time, and in his dream he heard movement on the mountain, but thought it was an accidental landslide... Anyway, he has been sleeping since then."

"...he has turned into a bone!"

Yang pointed out with a complex expression, and Ning spread his hands, and said helplessly: "He died in his sleep, and he still thinks he is dreaming. On the day his cave collapsed, we ran to dig him out of the ruins." Come out, try to revive him, cry over his dead body... and by the time we brought him here from the wreckage, he showed no sign of coming to terms with it."

"We tried to wake him up, but it didn't work. No matter what changes happened in the outside world, he just kept immersing himself in it, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming."

"Even if his body has been weathered into bones?"

"Even if his body has been weathered into bones."

Ning nodded, looking at the guard's tangled eyebrows, couldn't help but reach out and rub them.

"Well, dear, we should go—Mother should still be waiting for us."

Yang nodded silently, walked a distance with Ning, but couldn't help but look back, and murmured very softly: "I finally know what the real long sleep is."

rather:……

He couldn't help laughing, but he couldn't laugh directly, so he hugged the guard's shoulders hard, and said to him in a low voice, "Just know it yourself, don't say it."

Ning stretched out his hand to gesture around, and the guards saw many bones, will-o'-the-wisps, and grave bags...

"My God, Ning, what is this place..."

In fact, Yang had vaguely guessed something, but he didn't want to believe that it would be true, so he held Ning's sleeve tightly and looked at him with those blue eyes as if asking for help, as if hoping that he could deny it. Let go of your guesswork.Danin said coldly, decisively, and beyond doubt:

"My baby, you think right, this is indeed the cemetery of the Dragon Clan."

Yang's face turned pale in an instant.

"God of light..." He shuddered, and subconsciously shrank to Ning's side: "Tell me, there won't be... there won't be anything..."

"There will definitely be no ghosts." Ning said firmly, and before the guards could breathe a sigh of relief, he immediately added: "The souls of our people are very powerful, and they will not become ghosts after death. .”

"That will become... what..." The guard's voice trembled, Ning smiled gently, and counted to him one by one: "There are many types, such as undead, evil spirits, undead, liches... "

Every time he uttered a noun, Yang's body would tremble unconsciously, and at the same time, he shrank a little closer to Ning's side.When Ning finished explaining these nouns one by one in the tone of telling ghost stories to children, the guard had already shrunk into his arms.

"The people of your clan...they are all good dragons, aren't they? They won't easily...uh...hurt anyone..."

He clung tightly to Ning's body, not daring to look at the bones around him, but he still insisted on emboldening himself inside and outside the words.

The dragon hugged him contentedly.

"Of course, they're good dragons, and with me here nothing will happen, trust me."

He said gently, under Ning's comfort, Yang finally calmed down slowly.He mustered up the courage to raise his head, and glanced out of Ning's arms——

I was seeing a group of will-o'-the-wisps flying past!

The poor guard was terrified at this moment, he plunged his head back into Ning's arms without hesitation, and this time, no matter how much Ning tried to persuade him, he refused to stick it out...

"Just take me away like this." Yang said, covering his face in Ning's arms.

His voice was muffled, and the hot air in his breath blew on Ning's chest, warm and soft, which made Ning, who was a little angry, soften instantly.

"Okay, okay." Ning shook his head: "There's really nothing I can do about you."

He smiled dotingly, and hugged the startled guard horizontally, with one arm around his waist and the other supporting his leg, so that the guard's body leaned on his chest.

Yang struggled subconsciously—without success—and looked up at the dragon.

"Can you let me down?"

Ning smiled: "Don't let go."

"...It's not good for us to do this." The guard hesitated and struggled.

"It's nothing bad." Ning smiled lightly: "Unless you suddenly change your mind, otherwise... it's more convenient to walk this way."

Facing the guard's gaze, Ning tilted his head and smiled at him.

He pretended to be pondering, and said slowly: "Actually, it's not bad if you want to come down and walk together. We can stroll around here and visit some friends... I remember that there are many acquaintances here, not just Uncle August , and Cousin Moretra... Oh, I forgot to tell you, Cousin Moretra's soul was very powerful when she died, so she is now an undead dragon, and may be about to become a lich. It's been years since I last saw her..."

"No! That's it! Let's go directly to Auntie! Please let me know when we get there!"

Yang quickly interrupted him, buried his head in Ning's chest, and refused to lift it up.

The dragon laughed.

"Don't scare him next time, you're so timid..." Ning thought about it, and walked forward steadily with the guard in his arms. After walking for a while, he suddenly looked down at the person in his arms. Unconsciously, she fell asleep, her cheek was quietly pressed against Ning's shoulder, and soft red hair covered half of her cheek.

From time to time, there will be a few strands of hair blown up by the airflow, which is Yang snoring: he is really tired these days, and he has been riding a horse all the way, so he has not had a good rest .At this moment, being held in Ning's arms, the surroundings are full of peace and warmth. With a relaxed mind, he actually fell asleep like this, and slept very soundly, so familiar that Ning kissed the tip of his nose and the corners of his lips. Not enough to wake him up.

"...Forget it, it's good to be timid."

Ning smiled softly, and hugged the guard in his arms tighter.

The author has something to say: ?(????ω????)? Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone~