Syl was a little confused by Wende's question.
While he skillfully used wind magic to wrap up each dragon egg, and then held it up in the air, he replied without raising his head: "If you really want to move here, of course you can."
Before Wen De could feel happy, his next words chilled Feng Long: "——After all, Hua Hua Mountain does not belong to me."
Wen De was dejected: "Sil."
Before entering the grotto, Xier thought for a while and expressed his somewhat selfish concerns: "If you moved here because of me, then I advise you not to do this."
Having said this, his eyes inadvertently fell on the pile of jewelry that had been left as gifts by the dragons that had gone away before, but he was not interested in it.
To be honest, he didn't know what these dragons wanted to do—could they really want to pursue him?
Silden suddenly felt bored, and instinctively wanted to deny this guess.
Except for the water dragon couple who initially made fun of him and pretended to be at odds with each other, among the dragons that appeared today, there was only one female dragon.
The female dragon didn't even speak from the beginning to the end. After seeing the male dragons fighting fiercely, she quietly slipped away.
Syl didn't pay much attention to her.
Although the dragons are relatively aggressive and most take the initiative to pursue them during the courtship period, there are still only a few people who have blind dates with the same sex.
He couldn't be targeted by a group of adult male dragons before he reached adulthood.
The more Syl thought about it, the more impossible it became.
He has always been unwilling to attract too much attention from others, nor does he want to be sentimental.
But in order to completely eliminate his doubts, he hesitated and took the initiative to speak to the unhappy Wen De: "If you can promise not to behave strangely like them, just for the sake of Rico and Walter , I also want to be friends with you."
He had to maintain his relationship with Wen De first, he thought.
After all, he really didn't hate this wind dragon.
After hearing these words, Wen De raised the tip of his drooping tail, and his big, dim eyes suddenly burst into green light: "Oh, oh, Dragon God, Sir, you said it is true." Of?"
"And I heard them say that your current nest is in a very good location. It would be a pity to give it up." In the wind dragon's shining eyes, the beautiful little golden dragon said awkwardly: "If you If you are willing to stay there, I may have the opportunity to visit you at your home when I have free time. Although I don't want to move to another dragon's lair at all, I am also curious about what the wind dragon's home is like. "
"If you also like Huahua Mountain, I will invite you to my home if the dragons are willing to break out of their shells."
"Nothing is more correct than what you said, my dear friend, beautiful Syl." Wende was so happy that he wished Syl would visit his home next moment: "I am so looking forward to that day!"
He thought triumphantly, Blaze and the others are really idiots!
Obviously he wanted to win Syl's favor, but in order to let the little golden dragon go to his lair, he recklessly belittled Syl's current residence, which made Syl angry.
He wouldn't make such a stupid mistake.
Just when Wen De was happy, Sil changed the topic and asked casually: "Why did Blaze and the others keep inviting me to stay at their home just now? They probably like me. But they are also male dragons."
Wen De said from the bottom of his heart: "Of course, who wouldn't like such a beautiful and lovely dragon like you?"
Although he originally wanted to take the opportunity to speak ill of his competitors so that Siel would hate them even more, his instinct warned him that the little golden dragon... should like sincere and honest dragons.
Then it’s better not to lie.
Wind comforted himself with some regret: Syl already hated them enough anyway, and after receiving such a beating, Blaze and the other dragons would definitely not dare to visit them in the short term.
After hearing Wen De's frank words, Syl became even more unsure.
...What kind of love is the kind of love that Wen De said?
He hesitated for a while, but finally changed his mind a little, put aside his reserve when he was a human, and showed the shamelessness inherited from the dragon clan, and asked directly: "——They asked me to move to their lair because they wanted to follow me. Do they sleep next to each other in the same nest with their tails tangled together?”
No matter how innocent and simple the existence is, it is impossible to misunderstand the relationship between dragons sleeping in this posture.
Wen De realized it instantly, then shook his head in shock and denied loudly: "Of course not! Oh dear Syl, mature dragons are not allowed to be intimate with sub-adult dragons! That would be considered by the great Dragon God Punishment! Although they are very annoying, they just want to get closer to you because they like you."
Only if you have enough patience and are strong enough, can you be worthy of becoming the first partner of the destined charmer the moment Xiaolong reaches maturity.
It's a pity that Sil couldn't hear the last half of Wende's unspoken addition.
Therefore, after listening to Wen De's words, he remained silent for a while and reflected on his overly sensitive thoughts.
Also, how could there be so many male dragons coming to have their own ideas? Even if the color of his scales just matches the dragon's aesthetic, he is still underage.
Sil thought.
In front of the dragon clan who has already entered the mature stage, he definitely does not have certain aspects of attraction.
——It seems that although dragons are not endowed with the nature of raising cubs, they still have a certain tolerance and care for underage dragons.
Little did he know that he had come to a conclusion that was completely different from the truth because of Wen De's unconscious misdirection. The soft-hearted little golden dragon even regretted that he had dealt too harshly with the fire dragon.
His attitude towards Wen De also became better because of this: "I understand, thank you. By the way, I also want to thank you for protecting the dragon eggs for me. Unfortunately, I have nothing to repay you now. Later, I will definitely bring you a beautiful wind attribute magic stone."
Wen De blinked blankly.
He didn't expect that his little gesture at that time was seen by Syl, and he thanked her so seriously that he stuttered a little: "No, there is no need to thank you. I am very happy to do something for you, my dear friend."
Seeing that Syl really wanted to go back to the grotto this time, Wende opened his mouth and asked the question in his heart: "Sil, do you want to hatch these eggs?"
Unlike other people who only regarded Syl's emphasis on dragon eggs as the fact that the little golden dragon was too poor to find good jewelry and simply collected the dragon eggs as treasures, Wen De was the first to accurately guess that Syl of your intention.
Searle admitted frankly: "Yes."
"However, dragon eggs cannot be hatched by dragons. Only eggs blessed by the Dragon God will naturally break out of their shells." Wen De tried his best to explain: "Many eggs are already dead when they are first born. Even female dragons can't do this. I've seen with my own eyes that the eggs they wanted to hatch ended up being broken, which made them very sad that their efforts were in vain. And even if the dragons hatched, they would be of no use to you."
He didn't want to see Syl become like them before, holding the smelly dragon egg and crying all the time, and finally flew to the floating island in despair to sleep forever, never to come back again.
After listening carefully, Syl asked him: "Then what should I do if I don't hatch eggs?"
Wende was speechless.
The reason why those sub-adult dragons were so annoying in the past was because they were too energetic and were not affected by the courtship period for the time being, and they also had greed and desire to fight that did not match their own strength. Even if you have just been beaten, you will recover a few days later and come back again.
What if Siel becomes like that?
After Feng Long thought hard for a while, he actually felt that... even if Siel did such an annoying thing, it seemed that he wouldn't be able to dislike it.
Ciel smiled.
He looked at Fenglong: "I'm just doing what I want to do, Wende, you don't have to think about that for me. And they are all still alive and want to continue living, I can feel it." There was a steady stream of water in the eggshell. The breath of life coming from the ground was not his imagination.
Wind nodded instinctively.
He could understand Syl's approach more and more.
Even if it is something like hatching dragon eggs that is not understood by other dragons... In essence, this is living oneself and freely, which is in line with the nature of dragons.
"Then I will send you more magic stones with properties in the future."
He said in an incomprehensible way, and when Siel cast a surprised look, he explained in a clumsy way: "When I was little, I liked eating this very much. You can also feed it to the little dragons after they hatch out of their shells... Not just Good-looking kind."
He had vaguely noticed that Syl, who didn't even look at the pile of jewelry, really had no interest in them.
"-Thank you, my dear friend."
The tip of the little golden dragon's tail was raised slightly, and this time he laughed sincerely: "If you can, please exchange gifts with me then."
The dazzled Feng Long watched blankly as the little golden dragon returned to the grotto, and then completely disappeared from his sight.
After Siel carefully put the five dragon eggs back into their respective positions, as if they didn't realize that he had just passed through a crisis and were still immersed in the joy of basking in the sun, he randomly picked a place to lie down and started meditation.
He did not expect that even though light magic provided light and fire magic provided heat energy all the time, the dragon eggs still longed for real sunlight.
If he had known they would be so happy, he would have taken them out to bask in the sun more often.
Thinking of this, he hoped that today he would teach those over-enthusiastic and somewhat annoying dragons enough to stop them from chatting with him, the invisible social terror, let alone forcefully persuade him to move.
etc.
Syl suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but frowned.
...Since light magic cannot truly replace the sun's place in the little dragon's heart, then, can fire magic also not replace the warmth of its mother's belly when she is hatching eggs?
The little golden dragon's eyes fell on the eggs unconsciously.
After struggling for a while, he quietly stood up, slowly stretched out a claw, and fished out the largest and best-developed water dragon egg from the mini hot spring pool with unfamiliar movements. He put it stiffly into his arms...
Almost the moment the eggshell with warm water drops came into contact with the soft and delicate scales of his abdomen, Syl desperately discovered that his guess was right.
——The frequency of the "beep bang" it transmitted not only accelerated suddenly, but the volume was also raised unprecedentedly due to excitement. It came in waves, just like a kettle that had just been boiled on the stove.
