Chapter 241: Don’t Covet the Dragon’s Daughter 9

Mingnan's eyes flashed as he stared at the fox for a few seconds.

Seeing that she had no intention of coming forward, the fox relaxed its guard a little, moved its hind legs, and revealed a bloody wound.

He was indeed injured.

Mingnan looked around, pulled out a few strangely shaped grasses from the bushes nearby, held them in his hand, and stepped forward tentatively, "I won't hurt you. This grass has the effect of stopping bleeding and disinfecting. Chew it up and spit it on the wound, it should heal soon."

I don't know if the fox understood what she said, but it didn't rush up to attack her. Instead, it took a defensive posture and blew twice at her.

Mingnan stopped three steps in front of it, leaned over to put the grass on the ground, patted the grass debris on his hands and said: "It is fate that we met. If you trust me, it would be best if you can understand me. If not, forget it. Everyone has their own destiny. I will help you here."

After saying this, she turned around and left without any regrets.

205 puzzled: [Ah? Host, you are just leaving like this? ]

Mingnan carried his small bag, avoided the gravel on the road, and walked back leisurely without any psychological burden.

[What else? Should I chew the herbs and apply them on it myself?]

205: [According to the usual fairy tale plot, the fox repays the favor by turning into a tall and handsome man and comes to find you, hehe~]

Mingnan: […Read less romantic literature, thank you.]

205: [What if? This is a magical world, nothing is impossible.]

Mingnan: [That's a horror story. I have no interest in fox spirits. I just like furry things. I'm not willing to chew something bitter just for them.]

Back in the cave, Mingnan glanced at the stone table and found that the evil dragon was gone. She shouted and a black tail emerged from the stone wall of the cave and swung towards her.

It's like saying: I'm here.

Knowing that he was in Mingnan, she felt relieved and said with a smile: "I just want to tell you that I'm back. It's okay. You can continue to rest."

Then the tail retracted.

Mingnan stretched lazily. She was a little tired after working all morning, so she simply lay down on the floor and closed her eyes to digest the magic encyclopedia that 205 had sent her.

The primeval forest is too dangerous, and brute force alone is not enough. It will be much easier after learning magic.

The magic spells in the book were extremely obscure and difficult to understand, but Mingnan had experience in the world of immortal cultivation and had a high level of comprehension, so he quickly got the hang of it.

The magic of the Sith Continent is actually similar to the spells and formations of the immortal world.

You must first determine which magic element is suitable for your physique.

For example, the common metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, ice, healing, etc.

Relatively rare are space, time, light, and darkness.

Mingnan recited the formula according to the most basic identification method, and instantly a few colorful spots of light appeared in his dark mind.

Different spots of light represent different abilities.

Mingnan can control all the other abilities except the rarest four.

I didn't expect that the original owner was born with a physique suitable for learning magic.

What a pleasant surprise.

Mingnan immediately struck while the iron was hot and started by learning the simplest fire control technique.

At first she could only produce a little spark, which would be extinguished by the wind. After her unremitting efforts and practice, by the evening she could successfully produce a fist-sized flame.

…

The evil dragon slept in the cave for a long time. When he woke up and stretched his body, he looked up and found that it was already dark outside the cave.

Um?

He blinked suspiciously. Why didn't Mingnan come to him to light the fire?

Doesn't she eat?

Full of doubts, he slowly moved to the edge of the stone wall and took a look.

Mingnan was seen sitting in front of the fire, adding branches into it. The porcelain bowl was bubbling, hot white steam was rising, and the familiar smell of mushroom soup was spreading in the air.

The orange-red flames danced happily, reflecting on Mingnan's profile, adding a touch of warmth to her porcelain-white skin.

It was such an ordinary scene, yet it made people feel inexplicably filled with joy.

The evil dragon stared blankly for a long time, until the person he was staring at turned around and waved at him, "It will be done soon."

Her expression and posture were so natural, as if they were friends who had known each other for a long time.

The evil dragon's eyes flickered, and it used its tail to support itself, straightened its upper body, and swam over.

As it swims, its body becomes smaller.

By the time he reached the stone table, it was only as long as a human forearm.

It climbed onto the stone table obediently, staring at Mingnan with its golden eyes, and spoke for the first time, "Where did you get the fire?"

A deep male voice suddenly rang out in the empty cave, with a faint echo, sounding even more mellow.

Mingnan paused in his action of stirring the fire and looked at him in surprise, "You can speak now?"

The evil dragon raised his chin slightly, "I can actually speak."

Mingnan nodded in understanding, "So you were too lazy to tell me before."

Evil Dragon: “…”

Although this is true, why did he feel a little guilty when she said it?

I saw his eyes flicker for a moment.

Mingnan smiled knowingly but did not expose the secret. He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers, and a cluster of flames leapt from his fingertips.

The evil dragon's eyes widened suddenly, "Do you know witchcraft?"

Ming Nan twisted his fingers and the fire was extinguished.

She shook her head. "Witchcraft is a term used in the Sith Kingdom. To be more precise, it is magic."

"Who taught you?" The evil dragon's tone became serious, and the look in his eyes when he looked at her became more inquiring and vigilant.

Mingnan had already prepared his words, "I've read related books before, but I didn't take it to heart. Now I have nothing to do, so I tried to practice it. I didn't expect that I could really master it. From now on, I won't have to bother you anymore, and I can make fire by myself. Aren't you happy?"

She tilted her head to look at the dragon.

Evil Dragon: “…”

You should be happy.

He responded dryly, "Oh."

He didn't hear a word Mingnan said afterwards and was in a daze.

Seeing that he was not listening, Mingnan stopped at the right time. She estimated that the time was about right, so she opened the lid of the porcelain cup and took it down with the gloves she had made from clothes.

This dinner was eaten in silence.

After Mingnan finished eating and cleared the dishes, the evil dragon suddenly said, "The forest is very dangerous at night, don't go out."

He flicked the tip of his tail, a blue light flashed, and the bowl in her hand immediately returned to its original state, clean and shiny.

Mingnan raised his eyebrows and looked inquiringly.

The evil dragon lay on top of him and said casually, "Since you work so hard cooking, I'll wash the dishes from now on."

[Typical arrogant person who is tough on the outside but soft on the inside.] Mingnan sighed in his heart, reached out and touched the dragon's horn, and asked softly: "I haven't asked you your name yet, how should I call you?"

The evil dragon glanced at her and said in a deep voice, "Lace."

205: [Wow, this name sounds like money. ]

Mingnan smiled and said, "Lace, that sounds good."

She smiled widely, her amber eyes were particularly gentle. Les looked at her for a moment, then was the first to give in. He turned his head, swung the tip of his tail and said, "Well, I'll go back first."

From that day on, a subtle lifestyle was established between the two.