Young Dragon Breeding Program

Origin.Not sure whether he was more angry or more surprised, Duran took a deep breath.

Well, from the very beginning of this misfortune, we should have expected today, shouldn't we?

Let's get down to business.

"I do not know how to cook."

"You can learn."

"No time to."

"You have a lot of time, Mom."

"Nobody taught me."

"This is the cookbook I found in your study. There are thirteen books in total, namely..."

"I will not do it."

"Then I'll starve to death."

"You..." Duran frowned, deeply feeling that parents in the world are not easy.

Just think, Duran Wilbur!Your life rests in the hands of this unreasonable, rambunctious young dragon.I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell.He gritted his teeth and gave up, put on his apron, picked up the cookbook, and ran to the kitchen: "Okay, can I do it!"

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This is the first time in his life to cook, and one can imagine how unpalatable Dulan's cooking is.

Thanks to Paddy, there are everyman's ingredients in the kitchen, albeit out of nowhere.Loren seems to yearn for the atmosphere of a human family.In order to meet its requirements, Duran worked hard all afternoon, and what he finally got was a scorched black object.

Loren, however, ate surprisingly cleanly.

It must be too hungry to lose its sense of taste.

Even Paddy turned his head so hard that he couldn't bear to see it.

Dulan secretly decided that he would work hard to improve his cooking skills in the future, so as not to accidentally poison Loren to death one day.At that time, isn't he the one who suffers?

The author has something to say: I don’t know why the advertisement of Jiangzhong brand Jianweixiaoshi tablets popped up in my head...

It's hard for me to remember so clearly =口=!

chapter four going out

In the blink of an eye, Loren survived 360 five days in this world.

Consider Duran's normal reaction—there should be no reaction to this matter.However, Paddy encouraged him, and persuaded him in a loyal tone: "Take it out, the baby's first birthday is very commemorative."

Duran stood up straight and looked down at Paddy from above: "Don't waste your mind."

Didn't he know Paddy yet?Do you think he can be a tyrant if he is not around?

However, Dulan didn't mind taking Loren out for a few hours. Usually, he didn't have the opportunity to contact other people, and doing it occasionally was good for his physical and mental health.The kid was so inquisitive.

"Happy first birthday." Duran pinched Loren's face, which grew from a palm to the size of a basin.He thought regretfully that maybe in a few years, Loren would become thick-skinned and bulky, just like his compatriots.Likewise, that softness can evolve into a firmness that feels like a whitewashed stone wall and bites down like a frozen breadstick.

"How's your invisibility?"

"Invisibility is a type of advanced mimicry magic," Loren replied with wide eyes, "it's not that easy, even for a dragon with extraordinary talents, it will take many years."

"Oh?" Duran was a little surprised, "How do you know?"

"It's very simple, calculated by the average magic power increase rate. Can't you feel it? Mom, try to touch my power, I am really weak now...Compared to you..." Loren's young claw Reaching out, holding those slender adult hands, "But..."

"But what?"

"When I'm eight years old, I'll almost be able to surpass you. Mom."

"..."

Duran withdrew his hand expressionlessly, and flicked it rudely on the forehead.

The young dragon rubbed his head, as if he was used to it, and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Silly boy, talk less, read more!"

"Do you know invisibility?" Loren asked. "I'm a dragon and people won't be happy to see me."

When he said this, Duran faintly had the illusion of self-deprecating in his tone.Duran couldn't help shaking his head, and said to him, "Of course I don't know invisibility, but my transfiguration is okay." At that time, he thought that the principles and effects of the two were very similar, so he didn't want to spend too much energy on it. aspect. "Let me see... well, I can turn you into a puppy."

Turn a dragon into a puppy?That sounds really good.

Maybe he was really convinced, Loren had no objection, but just commented on his magic: "The poodle—what a low-level mimicry."

"Shut up."

"Can't I just say whatever I want, Mom?"

"Don't make me repeat it again." Dulan picked up the long-lost smile, and said in a serious tone, "Also, I won't allow you to talk outside. Dogs can't talk."

Loren took Duran's warning seriously.It no longer opened its mouth, but instead used mental power to pass into Duran's mind.

Don't forget, there is a contractual relationship between them.

"What about the exchange of ideas? 』A childish voice sounded, and it was already cutting first and playing later.

"Nor does this dog. 』

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Spring in Hanleton is sunny and summer is hot. During the changing seasons, it will neither feel cold nor be like being in a steamer.It is seldom remembered that this fertile land had once been in the charge of an Earl, who, for whatever reason, was now governed by the new Sir Wycent.

A young man with reddish curly hair took his puppy for a quiet and leisurely walk on the clean street.Because of that rare and handsome appearance, wherever he passes, it will inevitably attract everyone's attention.There is a kind of person who is born to be a landscape.

As soon as he left the castle, Duran, who was used to the cold weather all year round, was almost dazzled by the light outside.

He has become unable to adapt to human life.

Duran's eyes quickly flicked across the surrounding buildings, and he felt a lot of emotion.His posture is careless, he doesn't like to look at the road under his feet, his head is raised but his eyelashes are drooping, just to avoid the hot sun for him from shining on his eyes; with pale skin sculpted, it looks like a kind of beauty full of melancholy .

The white poodle in his arms stared at every human being around him with round eyes.

It looks very similar to its "mother"... Yes, of course it knows that its mother is not a dragon.Moms are unique, though, and even if they aren't, so what?

On both sides are the houses, shops and trees of the residents.A woman bent down and kissed her little son who was about to go out, stroked his head, then watched his back leave and waved vigorously.

Loren suddenly felt something, and looked up at Duran's jaw.

Duran naturally noticed its gaze, lowered his head, and found that his mind was in a trance.

I don't know what this little guy is thinking, it must be a mess.Dulan squinted his eyes, couldn't see any emotions, and sent a trace of mental power into the other party's mind erratically: "Are you unhappy? 』

"Mother? "Loren's tone was slightly surprised, "No, I was just thinking, why didn't you kiss me? 』

"ah?What? 』

Duran thought he had heard wrong.As a result, Loren asked again, as if he was afraid that he would not respond.The iron-clad facts were right in front of him, yes, Loren was asking him why he hadn't kissed it!As if he should have kissed it earlier!

Duran stayed for a long time before he regained his stiff consciousness.

Actually it's not a big deal...

Although he comforted himself in this way, he still felt very strange.

Under Loren's begging, Duran had to touch its snow-white mane with his lips.This satisfied Loren.So he avoided many possible harassments. Some children are always so yearning and curious about what they can't get. Once they get it, it is difficult to maintain their previous enthusiasm.In the eyes of outsiders, it was the young man who picked up the little poodle and kissed it gently with a sense of doting.

When getting along with this young dragon, he didn't even realize that he had changed a lot unknowingly, and he compromised on some things that were not easy to do. It was unimaginable in the past.

Is Loren a burden to him?Or will it become the source of his future life?

The second possibility that was hypothesized made Duran find it extremely funny, and immediately put aside these ignorant thoughts.

Walking along the longest street to the end, there is an iconic sculpture on the square square, surrounded by small ponds made of stones, the sun is hot, and there is not much water left in the pond, but some black and green weeds are thriving.

Duran stood for a while, staring at the sculpture of unknown meaning, throwing a red apple up and down in his hand.A shy and timid girl approached him just now, and the show ended after a few words, but she gave him this apple.While he doesn't have to eat, Loren says he'd love to try it.

There was a sound of unsteady breathing behind him, as well as a yell while chasing, with malicious intent, making Duran turn his head unconsciously.

The boy rushed towards him suddenly—

A second before being hit, Duran threw the apple into the air.The boy rubbed his shoulder rudely and bumped into him, his movements were somewhat panicked, he didn't look back at him, and ran straight forward.

The people behind followed the same route and ran past Duran, shouting angrily while running: "Stop! Stop!"

Fortunately, Duran's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he managed to catch the falling apple, almost breaking out in a cold sweat.

Loren didn't care whether the apple was safe or not, but urged him: "Mom, let's go and see what's going on." 』

"Look at what?" ”Duran raised his eyebrows and smiled inexplicably, “Do you want to rescue that kid who bumped into me?If I'm not mistaken, he's probably a petty pickpocket.People who owe money and pay back money, and owe life for life, are never worthy of sympathy. 』

Loren was silent for a second, insisting on his request.

Duran had no choice but to run away along the route just now.

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What could be more hopeless than trying to escape only to end up in a dead end?

The boy was stunned, and when he heard the explosion behind him, he roared angrily: "Ha! I finally got caught, this time you will feel better!" He couldn't help shaking his body and tensed his nerves to look back.

It was a short, strong man who grabbed the boy by the dirty collar and slapped him loudly.The boy smelled many bees circling around him, making an annoying "buzz buzz buzz" echo, his cheeks were hot and painful, swollen without touching, and even his eyes were temporarily dazzled.

Then there was a burst of punching and kicking.

The man kicked the boy to the ground fiercely, stomped on a few times to vent his anger, but he still continued his revenge behavior as if it was not enough to relieve his hatred.

I'm going to die...

The sharp pain that followed was almost gone.He didn't feel anything at all!The boy couldn't help being frightened, and struggled to get up—in vain, of course.When you open your eyes, you can only see blurred light and shadows, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that cannot be assembled into a complete picture.

"Sorry to interrupt."

The sudden voice made the man raise his head in astonishment, and the movement stopped abruptly.

The young man walked slowly from the entrance of the alley, the light hitting the profile of his face gradually disappeared, and finally completely merged into the darkness of the alley.He glanced at the boy who fell on the ground with extremely contemptuous eyes, as if the latter hadn't been taught enough, turned to the man's face, and smiled with some fake politeness.

"What are you doing?" the man asked.Seeing the other party's decent clothes and arrogance, he didn't dare to be too presumptuous.

"It's the same as you." Duran pulled the corner of his mouth with a half-smile, "When this little bastard bumped into me just now, he took my wallet."

"Oh!" The man suddenly realized, and gave their common enemy a fierce look, "So that's it. Sure enough, he is really a damned thing, and he dared to steal your money!"

"Yeah, so I have to teach him a lesson, don't I?"

"Of course." The man nodded, "Anyway, my matter is over. You can do whatever you want with this guy, and I'll leave it to you." He was about to leave when he suddenly turned around and asked, "Yes Now, who are you? I've never seen you in Hanleyton before."

Duran laughed loudly, looked back at the man's incomprehensible eyes, and replied, "Duran Wilbur, it's an honor to meet you."

The name sounds a little familiar...

The man muttered to himself, after all, he couldn't remember whose surname Gao it was, and then walked away shaking his head.

The creatures on the ground moved slightly.

"I……"

The boy raised his head towards him, his voice was hoarse and ugly, he looked embarrassed, and his eyes seemed to have been greatly insulted: "I didn't steal your money...I won't...you won't slander me..."

Dulan sneered: "So, you would rather be beaten to death by him?"

Just a lie, not worth life?

Dulan turned around and was about to leave, but Loren bit his trousers, and he couldn't break free for a while.Only to hear the boy say again: "He will kill me, maybe...but what I didn't do, I just didn't do it."

"Then tell me, what kind of trouble did he have with you?"

"He's a baker."

"You stole his bread?"

"No!" the boy retorted fiercely, staggering up from the ground, "I gave the money, but he said there was still a few pennies short, and asked me to hand it over. I don't want to commit a crime...but I can't pay any more. ..."

Duran felt a little surprised, and couldn't help but look at him twice.

If there was a baker who killed someone for a few copper coins, it would be enough to become a scandal that has been passed down through the ages!

The boy should have a sallow and thin face at ordinary times—the reason why he is said to be normal is because his face is completely unrecognizable now, his left cheek is swollen and high, and there are a few traces of red in his nasal cavity, which is extremely dirty and disgusting mixed with dust.His hair was black and disheveled, his clothes were also tattered, only his lips were stubbornly pressed tightly, and his black eyes were shining with a soul-stirring light.

Try to ignore his tragic appearance and just pay attention to his gaze, you will definitely think that this is a downcast but proud noble son.

The red apple slipped out of the wide sleeve, and Duran threw it to the boy.The latter caught it.

Loren looked at the boy eagerly without any hesitation, and solved it in twos and twos. After that, only the core was left.His own apple was snatched away, and more importantly, his mother gave it to him in person.Unexplainable sourness rose in Loren's heart, and he even felt a little regretful.

"Goodbye."

The young man's smile to him was not sincere, but it was beautiful.

goodbye?

The boy stared at the leaving figure in a daze, and felt an inexplicable tremor in his heart.Maybe a long time later, maybe tomorrow.A premonition that came from nowhere told him that he would definitely see this person again.

chapterfive mimicry

"ah--"

The crow shook its shiny black feathers, and seemed to sense it, jumped down from the bare and thick tree trunk, did not fall to the ground, and flew away screaming halfway.Loren leaned over the balcony railing, looking at the gray sky.

The fog is as thick as a cloud, and it fades into a hazy yarn.

In the past few years, Loren has always thought of a question repeatedly.

Leaving aside the unborn brothers and sisters, is it really the only dragon left in the world?

Loren can occasionally come into contact with humans, 60% living people, with an average lifespan of [-] years, weak and troublesome humans.In Loren's subconscious mind, existences like Duran who wandered on the edge have been classified into another category.It had heard the story of the Dragon Slaying Battle, and heard that all of its people were killed; but Loren couldn't believe it, no matter it was the objective judgment and analysis, or Duran's carelessness in telling it, it made it feel that this was a fake fact.

After exploring, there are more things, more confusion, waiting for it to answer one by one.

When the dragon clan reaches the age of [-], they will become adults. When the guardian's responsibility is completed, the contract will be automatically terminated.Duran eagerly looks forward to that day.But every time he thinks about the other four eggs, he inevitably feels that life is like a year, and life is worse than death.

"Grow up?" When mentioning this topic, Loren showed a rare confusion, "It won't be any different from now..."

"You're going to get out of here."

Loren's silver eyes stared at him closely: "What, Mom, you want to drive me away?"

"No," Duran pretended to smile bitterly, and continued, "When you grow up, you will want to leave. I'm afraid I won't be able to stop you at that time."

Frankly speaking, in fact, Loren really wants to live under the blue sky; he really wants to hear the sea breeze and the howling of the waves; Fly across the world, instead of being trapped in this small world.However, Loren couldn't bear to lose Duran's favor for it, if it was considered a favor.

Therefore, after hesitating for two or three seconds, Loren made a choice: "I will be with you... even if..." Its words seemed to be a solemn promise, "Even if forever..."

Duran smiled nonchalantly.

It's like most parents don't take it seriously when they hear their children say that they want to be with them forever, or they secretly believe that their children will change their minds in the future.Likewise, Duran took Loren's words as childish jokes.

Who can lock the dragon's wings and trap the dragon's footsteps by himself?

Even though he is condescending and arrogant, he is not so arrogant yet.

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Duran sat at the table and read the newspaper, raised his head from time to time, glanced around, and then lowered his head again when there was no one around.After repeating this many times, he lost interest in those flashy articles and started to beat the case.As if receiving an emergency signal, the skeleton man hurried over.

"What took you so long?" Duran asked unhappy, "Also, why didn't you call him?"

"Master Loren said," Paddy could not help but shudder at the mention of the name now, "come over to eat later...because the clothes are too big...that's what it said."

What is this answer?It is simply irrelevant.

Forget it, the three meals a day are only enjoyed by Loren.He's just a guy waiting to do the dishes.Duran shook out the newspaper again and read a narrative poem of about [-] words.

The clock keeps running.

Loren swallowed, feeling uneasy like never before.

Until it walked in front of Duran, the feeling of tension has not dissipated.Hot blood flowed from the brain to the limbs, including the back of the hands and toes, and then went back along the original route.Loren's heart was pounding, and as Duran's blue eyes gradually widened, he reflected his current appearance more and more clearly.

A child with beautiful long silver hair stood opposite him with his arms folded, seemingly uneasily.

This is……

The familiar clothes brought Duran back to his sanity.His shirt was a little too big for the kid, and the long, empty sleeves hung down.After finally waking up from the sluggish state, Dulan raised his eyebrows inexplicably, but he didn't know that any slight movement in the child's eyes was enough to make people even more disturbed.

Dulan rubbed his eyes, but still couldn't hold back, a series of low laughs overflowed from his throat: "Look at you..." After a pause, "It really doesn't suit this dress."

His tone was natural, as if it was the same as usual.

Loren breathed a sigh of relief happily, knowing that his previous worries were unnecessary, the haze faded away, and his mood became clearer.

Of course, it is impossible for my mother not to recognize it because it has changed its appearance!

Pull out the chair and sit on it, wrap the napkin around, and behave like a person who received a high-level education when he was young.After years of honing, Duran's craftsmanship has improved a lot.Doing it as a visual arts career, combined with being able to pass the time, is not so difficult to accept.

At first Duran couldn't get used to the dragon's humanoid mimicry.It's not that I haven't imagined what Loren will look like, but it's too different from its current appearance.Is this kid who looks to be around eight or nine years old, more beautiful than a girl, with soft silver hair reaching his ankles, really the little guy who always makes trouble for him?

"How did you learn to imitate?" Duran tried to pinch his face, and the touch was completely different from the original form. It can only be said that it is even more addictive.

"Because I practice very hard..." Loren blinked, "Mom, do you like the way I look?"

"Um."

"Really?"

Loren sounded disbelieving: "If you're not satisfied, I can make a change."

"Why are you dissatisfied?" Duran raised his eyebrows disapprovingly, and said calmly, "It doesn't make any difference to me whether you are ugly or beautiful. After all, it's just a high-level cover-up..."

It was hilarious for the words to come out of his mouth.

Even though he himself is so shallow, he still wants to use this kind of words to impress others?

An imperceptible sneer slid across Duran's lips, and then lowered his eyelids, as if feeling a little tired.That day, he was always restless and sleepless at night.

When he got up the next day, he saw Loren cutting bread with a knife, and subconsciously raised his head to glance at Duran.

At that time, Loren didn't pay much attention, the blade slanted, and accidentally cut a big hole.

There was not much bloodshed, and the healing was quick and intact.Even so, Loren still failed to react to the fact that his physical fitness became too weak after he became a human mimic.

In terms of its original shape, not to mention ordinary knives, even a magic sword may not be able to hurt it half a point.

Not far away, Duran felt the warm and moist feeling, so he raised his hand, and found that there was suddenly a slightly longer cut, and blood dripped into his palm.Falling down drop by drop according to gravity, the brighter the red, the paler the skin.He wanted to cast a long-lost light healing spell, but had to give up because there were no light elements around.

Loren saw his hand at a glance.

Duran couldn't avoid it, so he froze there.

Loren ran over in a hurry and took his hand, the blood on the palm that was obviously one size bigger than his own was flowing.Loren watched, suddenly froze.Why are their injuries so coincidental?

"Mother……"

Something flashed through Loren's mind so fast that it was almost impossible to grasp.His voice trembled slightly, and a look of disbelief appeared in his suddenly raised silver eyes.

"Tell me, what's going on here?"

"It has nothing to do with you at all." Duran sneered, turned his back, and pulled his hand back forcefully.

For a short period of time, there was a frightening silence in the house.After a long while, Duran felt that his attitude was a little too much, gritted his teeth, and finally turned his head to look at Loren.Unexpectedly, those eyes, which were clearer than crystals, were already filled with tears, which did not fall for a long time.

This is the first time I've seen Loren appear so vulnerable.

Dulan completely lost the idea of ​​getting angry with this child, hugged him, brought him into his arms and held him down.

"Okay, don't cry...don't cry..." He sighed, coaxing in a clumsy and monotonous way.

"Why didn't you tell me? Mom, why did you get hurt instead of me?"

Children like to break the casserole and ask the end.

It doesn't matter if the end result is black and blue, because the child never thinks about the consequences.

Facing the factor that has always been between them and directly caused all the development of the situation, Duran can only respond with his usual sarcastic smile.Fortunately, Loren's head was buried on his chest, so he couldn't see his annoying expression.He concealed a little disappointment in his heart, but gradually deepened the curvature of the corners of his lips, interpreting the calm posture unique to adults.

No why.

He thought with some distress, you are a child, isn't it enough to be a reason to be protected?

The author has something to say: This is not a unit drama, really not.

I'm not kidding, really not.

chaptersix visitor

In our limited life, continuous progress and change are the only way to survive.

Duran didn't know how to enlighten Loren. It seemed that Loren hadn't been so depressed over the years.To be honest, he is a reassuring kid.Except for the occasional petty willfulness, I don't cry, make noise, or make noise, and I am conscious in all aspects. Sometimes it is really hard to believe this.

They probably fought coldly for two or three days.Speaking of the Cold War, Duran's attitude has not changed much, but in the past, Loren will speak first, and then he will speak up and express some opinions-it sounds like a unilateral silence at best.

Recently, only the occasional sound of walking could be heard in the castle, which tormented the child so much that he couldn't sleep, and couldn't think of food or drink.

In fact, Duran is not a very good-tempered person, and he is even a little volatile, but when facing Loren, he will always get into chaos at unexpected times.

"I'm sorry..." Finally, Loren ran into his arms, "I won't let you get hurt again, Mom."

Dulan was speechless, so he could only rub the child's light silver hair, leaned over and kissed lightly on the white and smooth forehead.

Loren's depression that lasted for many days was swept away by the intimacy, and he smiled inadvertently.

This is a mutual concession.

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When Loren was ten years old, a stranger came to this perennially untouched land, who melted the lifeless landscape around him with his light vitality.The fog barrier was broken.Before Paddy's line of defense was penetrated, he had already ran over in a panic, and when he entered the door, he accidentally rolled and slipped to the young man's feet.

Duran looked down at him.

"What's wrong?"

"That guy is amazing! Master!!" Paddy put his hands on the hollow eye sockets, pretending to shed two lines of tears, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-, His attack speed is faster than regeneration speed! He is definitely not a human being." !"

"Have you ever fought against him?" Dulan asked casually, "When you can't hold on anymore, it's just right, I can take that who is under your hands..." He seemed to hesitate for a second , and said, "Forget it, anyone can."

"Master!!" Paddy howled even more ferociously.

Looking at Paddy's crap, is that person really that strong?

It's a big deal.

Duran pursed his lips uncomfortably, and walked out ahead of Paddy.Sure enough, the outermost barrier of fog has disappeared.The cloudy sky dissipated, and the golden light moved over the castle with the rising sun. The sapphire blue background was covered with snow-white clouds.The trees are back to life, everything is in the initial budding state, and the walls are painted with warm colors that have not been seen for a long time.

What a fool did a good job!Isn't such a bright climate and warm sunshine urging the skeletons to go back to sleep quickly?

Duran's anger surged up.

Dulan took a big step forward, squinting at the black-haired young man with excellent skills, his movements were almost dance-like, but he was ruthless, fast, and accurate, and easily cut off countless white skulls.With a grunt, it rolled to his feet.There was no emotion on his face for the time being, he just silently looked at the uninvited guest.

The black-haired young man murmured something in a low voice, and a faint blue flame burst out from the sharp tip of the weapon. Suddenly, he felt something strange behind him, so he jumped up and swiped it with the dagger.The moment the skeleton man touched the flames, he lost his ability to resist, and his whole body fell apart, turning into a pile of broken bones lying on the ground.

The most important thing is that his speed is really fast, even Duran couldn't fully see his movements.

On the contrary, those deep eyes were filled with endless sharpness and coldness, and when they were excited to kill, they would reveal a scarlet red, which was fully seen by Dulan.

Although I haven't seen the previous battle situation, I can get a glimpse of it from the method used by the black-haired youth. This is a common melee attack method used by assassins.Good guy, it's all stacked up!

Whether it was the "corpses" scattered all around, or the scorching sun overhead, Duran felt very annoyed.

Unexpectedly, now even a random assassin dares to break into his territory alone, is he really an old man who is about to enter the coffin?

The ultraviolet light made Paddy drowsy and lack of energy, and he quickly hid in the shadows.

The black-haired young man raised his head slightly, and looked directly at Dulan.He was very handsome, even a little younger than Dulan, and he couldn't find half of the murderousness and decisiveness just now. When he saw Duran, his pure black eyes had an indescribable luster.

Duran gradually frowned and chanted aloud.

"Dark clouds, cover the sky..."

It will take a lot of effort to re-establish the barrier on a large scale, and it won't be too late to settle accounts with this person!

As the last syllable of the incantation fell, the nearby sky returned to a pale gray and sickly appearance.Dulan's mood calmed down a little, and he folded his arms unkindly and looked at the black-haired youth opposite.

"Dare to ask your Excellency, who lent you the courage to make you wanton here?"

The black-haired young man didn't answer, his eyes flickered slightly, and he seemed a little disappointed.

Silent for a while.

"I just want to borrow a way." He finally spoke.

"Excuse me?" Duran smiled coldly, "Oh, I don't know where you want to go?"

"Kansiya." Seeing his angry face, the black-haired young man argued, "I have a mission. If I take a detour, it will take at least three days to get there. By then, the target will have already gone far away." Yes. From the map, it can take at most one day to cross your territory, so there is no other way than to choose this shortcut..."

"You can choose to give up this mission!"

"No, no." The black-haired young man seemed stubborn on this topic, "An assassin who has no professional reputation, who will pay him. I will have nothing to eat."

"That's your problem."

Duran didn't intend to talk nonsense with him, and a light ball with thunder elements floating on the surface appeared in his palm, which swelled rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and scattered into lightning and surrounded him.As the barrier rises, the black-haired youth is also on high alert, for an upcoming fierce battle,

The undead army was awakened, regained their ability to regenerate, and struggled to get up from the ground one by one.

Seeing the reversal of the situation, and the loss of too much strength in the previous battle, the odds of winning are pitifully low.The black-haired youth made a decision in a flash, and shouted at Duran to stop: "Wait!"

Duran looked at him with a half-smile.

That gaze seemed to be looking at a soldier who was about to go to the battlefield tomorrow but fled the battle the night before.

The black-haired young man didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did. Although he could see Duran's contempt for him, it was his goal to postpone the battle.Others can speak with facts.

"Are you so unsure of your strength?"

"...What do you mean?" Duran asked with a frown, and paused for a long time, as if he could hear what he meant.

"I mean, I only have one-third of my physical strength left at most, defeating me like this will only shame you." The black-haired young man said calmly, "I might as well tell you a better suggestion."

Duran suddenly chuckled, and clapped his hands while laughing.He already knew in his heart what the black-haired youth's proposal was.

"Please say."

This one is very much to his liking, really interesting.

"Let me pass by here, and give me three days. I will finish my mission as soon as possible, and then come back to duel with you. One-on-one duel. If I lose, life and soul are at your disposal. Of course , and you too." After finishing his statement, the black-haired young man raised his eyes and asked, "What do you think?"

"No one can guarantee whether you will keep your promise." Duran laughed, "Besides, it doesn't sound like it's good for me..."

"Are you still afraid? Without the protection of the undead army, you are nothing special."

"Fear?"

Dulan laughed uncontrollably: "Your aggressive method is really naive. But I got tricked. Congratulations."

Listening to him, the black-haired young man said "hehehe" first; then "hahahaha", and when he finally managed to catch his breath, he took out a piece from his arms and threw it over to him.

A hexagonal gold medal