Rong Mingshi yawned again, stretched out his paw and pushed the shoulder of the person lying on the ground, but failed to wake him up. He thought that the person might not wake up for a while, so he turned to clear the weeds and other flammable materials around the fire to prevent the person from falling asleep and burning himself.
Rong Mingshi picked up three blood-stained dragon scales from the surrounding area. They were like obsidian with sharp edges. He scratched them twice with his claws and felt that they were quite hard. They should be able to be used as knives. He then pulled them all to the side of the man, maybe he could use them when he caught prey in the future.
Then he added some thicker branches that he had taken from the huge bird's nest into the fire. These branches should have been taken from the big tree by the big bird. They were particularly hard and resistant to burning. After preparing these things, Rong Xiaobaozi turned back to the man.
This time, he rudely pulled the man's arm and got into his chest, trying to find a warmer and more comfortable position.
After several adjustments, the little leopard nestled safely under the man's arms. Although the smell of blood was a bit irritating and stained his fur with blood, the man's body temperature was really comfortable.
When Rong Mingshi put his head on his paws and was about to close his eyes and go to sleep, he heard a clicking sound from his arm. The silver armband fixed on his arm cracked, and a black object inside fell to the ground and broke into two pieces. The two halves of the broken object had a lustrous black luster under the light of the fire.
Rong Mingshi leaned over the black dragon's arm and stretched his head to look. After looking for a while, he stretched out his claws and pried them twice to align them, then stared at the crudely made black stone with a little disgust.
It’s hard to tell what material this black thing is made of. It’s neither gold nor wood, but what is this sculpture?
If he had not seen the true form of the black dragon several times, it would have been difficult to tell from the rough shape that it was carved based on the black dragon next to him.
The little leopard stretched out its two paws to pick up the broken black dragon ration, and placed it on the black dragon man's chest. It tilted its head and looked at it. The more it looked at it, the more it felt a little unpleasant.
Even though the black dragon had just gone crazy in the sky and looked a little silly (fog) to Rong Mingshi, its mighty and powerful aura was still very beautiful and shocking. This black stone obviously only had the shape but not the power.
Rong Xiaobaozi no longer felt sleepy, and he pondered the two stones bit by bit.
In his previous life, he had a poor health. Something had grown inside his head since he was a child. He would faint from the pain in his head from time to time. Several surgeries failed to completely cure him. The last attack left him in a coma for a long time, and he ultimately did not survive the operating table.
Because of this problem, he was unable to do much mental activity, so he did not get involved in the family business. He just followed his grandfather in the old house and took care of the various ornaments and carvings passed down from their ancestors.
Rong's ancestors were craftsmen, and the old house was filled with various works of their own. Although they were not expensive, they all inherited the skills of every craftsman in the Rong family from childhood to adulthood. Rong Mingshi saw so many of them that he could not help but try his hand at it. However, due to the torture of the disease, his physical condition was not very good, so he could not make any large items, so he only played with small items.
Therefore, the broken and crudely crafted black dragon ornament in front of him really made Rong Mingshi, who had obsessive-compulsive disorder, want to repair it.
However, even if he wanted to, he didn't have the ability to do it at the moment. He had no hands, only four leopard claws. Could he use his leopard claws to carve? Or use his leopard fangs?
So, Rong Mingshi tried hard to turn his eyes away from the black stone, and instead buried his head in his claws and forced himself to sleep.
But he couldn't sleep...
Rong Mingshi looked up and stared at the black stone. It was almost impossible to see clearly in the darkness. Then he suddenly had an idea. Maybe he could use the dragon scales on the ground?
Rong Mingshi crawled out from under the man's arm, stood on the ground, stretched out his claws to select the larger black stone and pulled it off the black dragon man's chest, opened his mouth and bit the armband stuck on the man, then lowered his head and bit a piece of black dragon scale on the ground.
The edge of the black dragon scale was very sharp. Rong Mingshi retracted his tongue and tried to avoid it. Then he lowered his head and approached the black stone fixed on the armband. He tilted his head and carefully scratched it with the black dragon scale.
At this moment, Rong Mingshi felt a surge of clarity in the place where the foreign object had been in his head. It was completely different from the headache he always had before. It felt as if he had suddenly touched the essence of the black stone. Some of his perception merged into the stone, allowing him to know more clearly which part of the black stone was more suitable for making a dragon head and which part was more suitable for making dragon claws and wings.
Rong Mingshi's eyes suddenly became more cautious and focused. He tilted his head and approached the black stone, correcting it with dragon scales.
Under the repeated scratches of the dragon scales, the black stone gradually took shape and looked a bit like a black dragon.
Due to the limitations of the tools he used and Rong Mingshi's current form, he could only do this much. He had no idea about the details, but at least the black stone, which had taken shape, looked much better than before.
When Rong Mingshi stopped spitting out the dragon scale, he realized that he had been paying careful attention to his tongue but not his mouth. The corner of his mouth was scratched by the edge of the dragon scale. He licked it with his tongue, and fortunately the wound was not big.
Rong Xiaobaozi looked down at the black stone, feeling a little regretful. It would have been better if it could be more refined.
He bit off the black stone in the shape of a black dragon, stuffed the black dragon into the armband, and yawned lazily.
He felt confused and this task seemed to be much more laborious than the small pieces he had carved in the old house before. Now he was so confused that he could not open his eyes.
The confused little leopard didn't notice that just now, black scales had begun to appear on the exposed skin of Aojia lying on the ground, and he was on the verge of transformation. After the little leopard carved the black stone into a prototype, the dragon scales disappeared rapidly at an incredible speed, and at the same time, Aojia's patient brows slowly relaxed.
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