Syl obviously had no interest in watching such eye-catching things.
Now that they were far away, he felt that he had been used as a sex prop by the couple, so he continued to do his own thing with peace of mind.
Considering that I am not familiar with the landforms and resources of Dragon Island, my so-called dragon love and sophistication are all based on inherited memories that are obviously backward in information, and I have never been social in nature, so I put two fragile ones in the nest. Eggs... Faced with many prerequisites, he has no plans to move for the time being.
All right.
Syl admitted that even if there was no dragon egg, he would probably sincerely want to be lazy as long as he can.
Anyway, the favorite things that dragons like to talk about—gleaming heaps of gems and mineral veins, which have the core of human beings in previous lives, are not of much interest to him.
Now that the cave in Huahua Mountain is no longer regarded as a temporary residence by him, but will be converted into a permanent residence, of course the dead branches and leaves and messy plants in front of the house must be cleaned up as soon as possible.
Syl doesn't think he lives a refined life, but at least he can't be slovenly.
And because Huahua Mountain has been used by the Dragon Clan as a dumping ground for throwing eggs, he adhered to the spirit of hatching two eggs and hatching ten eggs, so he made a mental decision before taking action: "As long as the cleaning process If I find live eggs, I might as well keep them and hatch them together."
It is precisely because he needs to keep an eye on the dragon eggs buried deep in the thick pile of dead leaves at all times. Whether he is using the powerful dragon tail or wind magic, he is always careful to avoid breaking those unlucky eggs. .
This inevitably significantly reduces his work efficiency.
If he didn't care about the life and death of the other eggs, Xierda could summon a big storm to completely clear this area in one go, so there would be no need to go through so much trouble.
While the two water dragons were immersed in the sweet world of mating, the little golden dragon, who was completely out of state, was not affected at all and kept coming and going to the grotto, carrying things.
Perhaps when people have weaknesses, they tend to be a little nervous, and Syl is no exception. After scanning for a period of time, he will feel restless. He must turn around and check with his own eyes the two dragon eggs that use magic to maintain light and temperature. Case.
The little life sleeping in the egg obviously couldn't express its feelings, but as time went by, Syl gradually mastered a unique skill: there was no need to get too close every time, as long as a small ball of life magic was condensed In the palm of your hand, and then gently place your claws on the egg shell, you can clearly feel the simple emotions conveyed by the little dragon contained in the egg, as well as the exuberant vitality.
For now, the situation is stable.
Syl gradually became relieved, and the intervals between checks became longer and longer.
Considering that Dragon Island is much colder at night than during the day, the temperature for baking...well, when hatching eggs must of course be raised appropriately.
At night, in a cave illuminated extremely brightly by light magic, a giant golden dragon with gleaming scales was lying on the ground with great concentration. Its two legs were shorter than its slender hind legs and looked very cute. Forelimbs, each claw rests on an egg.
With a serious look on his face, he carefully adjusted the intensity of the fire magic power output.
When he felt that as the temperature climbed, the two little beings whose magic flow became more and more stable, and they were more and more actively conveying vague emotions similar to "happy" to him, Sil finally relaxed. He relieved his nerves that had been tense for a long time and moved his claws away with some relief.
This also proved his guess: hatching dragon eggs probably does not mean keeping them at a certain temperature, but requires frequent adjustments.
Fortunately, the little dragon in the egg could give feedback in time, and he checked diligently enough to avoid accidentally freezing or overcooking the egg.
After such a busy time, Xier hurriedly exited the cave again, while continuing to ignore the water dragon couple's intensifying noise - God knows why they were doing and fighting again, while diligently continuing to clean the door. Come on health.
... Rather than experiencing the mentality of being a dragon father, it is better to experience the nervousness of an old hen when she is hatching eggs.
Thinking of this, he felt a little funny.
Really not wanting to recognize the title of old hen, he shook his head, shook that thought away, and continued to work seriously.
Ten days later.
When Walter and Rico, who were filled with the smell of contentment, walked back from the distant place they didn't know when, wanting to see the little cutie they coveted, they were shocked by the huge change of the Hushuashan Mountain. There was a stunned expression.
"Dragon God is here."
Walter swallowed with a "gudong" sound and looked around in disbelief: "Dear Rico, take a look, is this really Huahua Mountain?!"
As we all know, the reason why Huahua Mountain got this perfunctory name is because those top-heavy tall trees shed endless leaves every year.
It fell on the ground in thick layers, and when the dragon's claws stepped on it, it would always make a continuous "swishing" sound, so it was named "Swissing" mountain by the first dragon that flew here.
Blocked by the extremely broad canopy, the sunlight that can reach the ground through the dense leaves is very limited. In addition, the land here is barren and there is no interest in animals at all. In the end, only vines that can survive in the harshest environment are attracted. ——Prickly green vines cover the space between the thick tree trunks, and the gaps are filled with fallen leaves.
But now...as long as you can see the entrance of the grotto, all the fallen leaves that can make a rustling sound are gone!
The dragon's tail is used unceremoniously by a master who is good at using tools, practice makes perfect, and the super mobility that almost no dragon can match among the dragons who are lazy by nature. The combination of these three has a remarkable effect.
What Li Ke saw at a glance was the 'Dragon Egg Mountain' that was placed high on one side and displayed as if it were an eye-catching display.
There are only more than 300 dragons that have stayed on Dragon Island for a long time, and the number of female dragons is less than half. And each female dragon only lays one or two eggs every hundred years... But Huahua Mountain has become a place where the dragon clan throws eggs, and it has a history of tens of thousands of years at least.
Over time, it was enough for Siel to sweep out a terrifying number of dragon eggs.
She curiously came closer to check and found that these dragon eggs, which had completely lost their vitality many years ago and whose shells should have been full of dirt, were actually washed clean by water magic and then carefully placed here. .
Rico also showed an incredible expression and guessed: "Does our little cutie really like to collect dragon eggs?"
Otherwise, why would you waste so much time and energy doing such troublesome things!
Walter guessed the same thing, but he couldn't believe it. He asked in confusion: "How could he like to collect these dirty things?"
Of course it's not impossible, anyway, the dragon eggs have long been thrown away by the female dragon, but... they have lived for so long, and they have never heard of a dragon taking the initiative to pick up these inedible and unsightly things, let alone being careful. The floor was scrubbed and arranged neatly again.
For them, only the most shining and beloved gems can be polished in such a fine way using magic power!
When Walter was walking around this dragon egg mountain that was incomparably shocking in every sense of the word, Rico's eyes rolled around, and she quickly came up with an idea that could firmly suppress Walter, his competitor. The idea of going down.
After all, if nothing happens, she will be able to lay an egg in just over twenty years!
Since the cute little Syl likes eggs so much, she will give the eggs to Syl as soon as possible. Maybe it will make Syl happy?
Even if he is unwilling to agree to become a partner with her when he reaches adulthood, he will at least allow her to rub his tail, right?
Under the puzzled gaze of the male water dragon, the female water dragon, whose dreams were getting deeper and deeper, couldn't help but laugh.
At this time, Syl, of course, didn't know the terrible thoughts running through Li Ke's mind as she tried to please him.
At first, he just wanted to clean up the ground in front of his house so that he could go out for a walk in the future and look for any hidden gems. The reason why I took the trouble to clean all the dead eggs with water magic was out of compassion. I simply felt that the baby dragons in these stillborn eggs were really pitiful.
You have closed your eyes forever in the dark eggshell, so at least don't leave covered in filth.
As a result, when he actually started taking action, Syl felt a little out of control.
In his previous life, when he was a child, he was treated like a ball and kicked around in various adoptive families. There was no condition at all. When you grow up, you will be busy with studies and running for life. When you get older, you will be busy fighting for promotion and salary.
He has always been busy, and his so-called sporadic leisure time has long been occupied by overtime work and study that he found, and he is used to finding part-time workers to handle trivial matters.
This is an underestimation of the satisfaction that cleaning can bring to oneself.
Sil suddenly discovered that this kind of low-difficulty work that can immediately see obvious results and gain a certain sense of accomplishment may seem boring, but as long as it is not regarded as work or a task that must be completed, it is actually very addictive. of. Especially once you enter a state where practice makes perfect, you will become more and more uncontrollable.
Anyway, he is now a dragon. He does not need to work hard every day like humans, nor does he need to be busy avoiding natural enemies, looking for food and reproducing like ordinary monsters. Instead, he is blessed with an extremely powerful body and abundant magic power. He also has A life as long as cheating.
Apart from being free, Dragon Clan's daily task is probably to find fun for himself - his current fun is cleaning.
After the area was cleared, Syl's request unconsciously went up a level.
He stared at it for a while and felt that it was just unsatisfactory.
For example...the ground left by these vines whose roots were pulled out looks pitted and can be made smoother.
Anyway, he wanted to improve his ability to control dragon language magic, so Ciel simply used these grounds as practice objects. It took him three nights until he finally mastered the control of his magic power to the extent that he could make a piece of land plow and loosen the soil on its own, and mastered this technique proficiently.
The ground was paved, ranging from different shades of green to bare, pure brown, neither of which seemed to look good.
Sil stared at the land for a long time.
No matter how you look at it, leaving such a large piece of freshly plowed land empty is a waste of resources. The flower-growing human soul in his heart cannot help but want to find some suitable crops to plant. If the place is not suitable for planting, maybe he can consider digging. Raise fish in a big puddle or something...
Just as he was thinking about his farming plan and continuing to open up wasteland, the tip of his diligent tail hooked another egg.
At first, he would deliberately count how many pieces he picked up, and he would be extremely careful from observing the lines to detecting the vitality. However, as he picked up more and more eggs, but all of them were dead eggs without exception, he inevitably became numb and stopped counting carefully.
This time, he still had no expectations, but Sil still started checking out of habit.
"Huh?"
After brushing off the sludge on it, the first thing that caught your eye was the faint aqua-blue swirling lines on it.
Syl's golden eyes suddenly lit up.
This was the second time that he could still see the remaining colored lines on the shell of the egg he picked up, and it was faintly glowing - even without further exploration, he was almost certain that it was a live egg. .
really.
Even though it was much weaker than the first two eggs he picked up, it was intermittent, even too weak to convey vague emotions...
Syl blinked slowly.
——Anyway, this is a live egg.
It was the first time he met a live egg after picking up more than two hundred dead eggs.
Without saying a word, Syl cast a fire spell on the half-dead egg.
After practicing frequently in the past ten days, he has become quite good at controlling this area and is not worried about exerting too much force.
After all, he was also worried that it would be too weak to withstand the sudden rise in temperature after being neglected for a long time. He did not forget to leave a trace of magic power to continue to sense the weak vitality before slowly letting the temperature rise.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but when the temperature rose to a certain level, a strange, gentle voice suddenly came from his mind.
"Bo."
Like the dying fish that was gently held into clean water by hands that had been soaked in cold water, the bubble that happily gave back after finally falling from a dry place of death to a place where it could breathe.
