The red dragon just wants to do whatever it wants

Chapter 43
"Can this hatch?"

David immediately narrowed his eyes, picked up the cracked white dragon egg out of the dragon egg with some disbelief, and tapped the eggshell lightly with the tip of his index finger and claw.

ding ding.

clang clang.

The inside responded with some hesitation.

ding ding.

David knocked again.

clang clang.

There seemed to be a little courage within the eggshell.

David lost that patience.

"Get out if you're not dead! Knock your mother in there!"

The muscles under the scales of the red dragon's right limb swelled for a while, and it directly hit it with a thump.

Click.

A third of the eggshells flew out along the crack.

The white young dragon with a bewildered face reveals pure eyes that seem to have not been polluted by knowledge under the shell.

Instinctively, he quickly reported his real name in Dragon Language:
"Sabhashish Murphyl Rashid Zulkifli."

Just looking at the angry and impatient Red Dragon in front of him, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he squeezed out a flattering smile and said:

"Happy winter and summer. Mom"

Pretending to be a baby red dragon.

David showed a sly smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Whose mother are you calling?"

".Then. Dad?" Murphy Le's smile became more humble, and a drop of crystal water overflowed from the corner of his eyes and cloaca at the same time.

"Ah???" David held half of the eggshell and directly buckled it upside down on the beach.

"You are a white dragon, where did you have the guts to call me father?"

【arrogant】

【fury】

The entire beach fell silent on the spot.

There are hundreds of elves, no one dares to say anything in the face of the [Furious] and brutal red dragon.

Still, Zall, who was afraid that David would be ignorant, reminded in a low voice:

"Master, Bailong, that's also a dragon. If you really don't like it, it's okay."

What she didn't say was that this was a real dragon that had called out its real name.

The value of just one of them is probably worth all the dead eggs on this ship.

"Yes, that's true, anyway, the white dragon is also one of the five-color dragons."

"Almost forgot about this," David rubbed the scales on his knees, showing a gentle smile.

It's just that this unexpected surprise gave David a sudden headache.

Of course he also knew what Hiat meant.

If you don't like the fighting power of the young white dragon, you can sell it along with this boat of dead eggs.

But what David hated the most in his previous life were human traffickers.

Now crossing into a giant dragon, even if it is a red dragon with an evil nature, he still can't do such a thing that goes against his heart.

Even if he can deceive the dragon and give himself an excuse of 'finding a good adoption for these baby dragons', not all buyers will value the dragon as a mount and breeding value as much as those elves.

After all, not everyone has the financial resources, energy and time to raise a baby dragon to become a dragon, especially a human being with a lifespan of less than a hundred years.

They will maximize the benefits of a young dragon for the highest short-term benefit, otherwise how come there are so many low-end 'Dragon XX' on the market?

Even if he doesn't talk about it, it will make his thoughts unclear. If any dragon really takes a big offense and does this kind of thing of selling compatriots for vivisection by other races, once the news leaks out, I'm afraid it will immediately become a giant. The public enemy of the dragon, even Tiamat, who is the biggest mercenary leader in the entire Baator Hell, has to weigh it carefully when issuing the dragon god's blessing.

But since he doesn't sell it, is it possible that he is a red dragon, or should he learn from Mother Long to raise a white dragon?

Both he and Tanya are just baby dragons!
As soon as he thought of the stupid thing calling his father behind his ass all day long, David felt that the next entry of [Fury Rage] was about to pop out again.

Xu Shi sensed David's thoughts, Zall changed his tone, and immediately smiled and said:
"Actually, the master doesn't have to worry about raising the baby white dragon at all. You can leave him to us, or in other words, to my younger brother, Cretian, when I leave."

"Oh?" David immediately became dubious.

Naturally, he is not worried. The dragon should be said to be the best species in the entire multiverse, and it can maintain its vital signs by eating soil.

But education is a problem that makes the leader as big as a bucket.

Without the absolute suppression from the female dragon, this group of extremely energetic things that look like perpetual motion machines will immediately turn into dragon children that dragons dislike kobolds and dare not treat them.

Especially what the hell is a white dragon comparable to a husky, but much more destructive than a husky.

David could even imagine the scene where his nest suddenly collapsed one day in his slumber—the white dragon who likes to dig holes everywhere for nothing can probably make his nest a honeycomb cheese extending in all directions.

Kretian on the side immediately mustered up the courage to take a step forward, and recommended himself to the Red Dragon:

"Respected master, Cretian, the former dragon care technician of Spider Nest City, reports to you.

"If you are willing to trust Cretian, within 50 years, Cretian can present you with a fully trained white dragon warrior. I guarantee it with my life."

"Spider Nest City Dragon Nursing Technician?" David chewed on this somewhat irritating word.

For some reason, he always felt as if he had heard of it somewhere.

"Yes! This is a profession created by the ancestors of our Hiat family. It has been passed down to the generation of my sister and me. It is already the No. 17 generation drow. We are professionals in raising dragons. Your master You can safely hand it over to Cretian."

"." David finally remembered where his impression came from.

My own ancestor who was stolen and raised by the drow back then.
And relying on this ancestor's continuous contribution like a stallion, the ancestor of Cretian even wrote "Postpartum Care and Mental Health Management of Female Dragons" and "Handbook for Raising Young Dragons-Love and Whiplash" "These two books were a sensation both in the elf society and in the dragon circle
I have to admit, judging from my resume and experience in dealing with giant dragons.

What is the specialty of this drow family? This is simply a fucking master of breeding dragons!
It's no wonder that a branch of drow can survive so many generations
David, who was no longer worried, was in a good mood. He immediately buckled up the eggshell, and with his paws, pulled back the white baby dragon Murphy who was pretending to be dead buried in the sand, and stuffed it into Cretian's struggling arms. Pat him on the thin shoulder:
"Very well, from today onwards, you will be the chief dragon care technician in my red dragon lair."

Speaking of which, David's eyes fell on the white baby dragon Murphy who had a face full of sand in the eggshell from the beginning to the end, and said:
"Don't pretend to be dead, come and meet your new mother."

Cretian did not veto the master's 'new title', instead, two seductive blushes appeared on his delicate face, and he looked at the white dragon baby who was about to be raised by him with a cold smile in his eyes:

"Hello, little Murphy, what you want is my love, or the whipping of love?"

Poor Murphyle looked at the red dragon David with a fierce look in his eyes, then at the vast army of elves, and threw himself into Cretian's chest muscles:
"Mom! Murphy Le is a smart and obedient dragon!"

"If this is your love."

Bailong shed two lines of moved tears:
"Please whip me as much as you want!"

"Murphyll can bear it!"

"Mom loves me!"

"I love mom!"

"Wow!!!"

David exchanged glances with Cretian, who held his neck slightly but had a submissive face.

Finally a satisfied smile appeared.

(End of this chapter)