Chapter 52 (1/2)

Translated by Mianbao

Edited by RED

After it was done with the cruel act of throwing its little brother off the cliff, the cold-blooded dragonling waddled back to its soft nest contentedly, like it would sleep more peacefully if the whole nest belonged to it.

Zhu Minglang couldn’t help sighing after witnessing the whole thing.

He had originally planned on stealing the dragonling as well, but immediately lost all interest after seeing how cold-blooded and despicable it was.

Silently waiting for the Cliff Vultures to take cover in the pine trees, Zhu Minglang realized he had created the perfect environment for that little bastard to commit a crime. Not even the Cliff Vultures had witnessed it.

When the mother dragon came back, it might even put the blame on those Cliff Vultures for not looking after the baby dragon properly.

Zhu Minglang didn’t stay for long, sliding down the vines from the cliff while the strong wind was blowing, planning on leaving the area as soon as possible.

Just as he landed, he heard weak cries from the thorny undergrowth that sounded like an injured puppy. Zhu Minglang realized that the baby dragon was thrown down here…

-It actually survived the fall?-

Zhu Minglang looked up at the broken vines, then shifted his gaze back to the thorny undergrowth.

In the end, Zhu Minglang couldn’t bear to leave it to its straits and walked over with quick steps, parting the undergrowth. He immediately saw the baby dragon covered in injuries.

Its skin was still very tender, its size similar to a puppy. Perhaps it was because its bones were still very soft that it didn’t die immediately after falling from such a height, only struggling in the thorny undergrowth in pain.

The undergrowth buffered its fall, saving it from immediate death. Even so, the thorns pierced into it, making it suffer even more before death…

Seeing the baby dragon in such a terrible state, Zhu Minglang felt his heart going soft.

“I’ll save you, but whether you’ll survive or not depends on yourself,” Zhu Minglang said to the baby dragon softly.

Zhu Minglang had little Baiqi freeze the thorns, and made use of the frost to staunch the baby forest dragon’s bleeding wounds.

He carried it out from the undergrowth carefully, but for some unknown reason, Zhu Minglang felt like this little creature might fall apart at any second. After taking a fall from such a great height, surely many of its bones were broken. After that, its broken bones piercing its body would be another round of torture!

Theoretically speaking, such pain wasn’t something a baby could endure. However, this baby forest dragon grit its newly grown teeth, its eyes shining with defiance!

It wasn’t willing to die just like that. It longed to live on!

If it was in the past, after seeing a creature struggling through such pain, Zhu Minglang would have felt that the most compassionate mercy he could show was to stab its vitals and end its misery.

Actually, Zhu Minglang had very much wanted to help this baby dragon out, because his heart ached seeing its slightly deformed and bloodied body.

He took off his outerwear and gently wrapped the baby dragon up, hanging it in front of his chest. Zhu Minglang grabbed onto Baiqi’s rear claw and they flew in the direction of the Dragon Tamers Academy.

He only performed very basic first aid on its wounds. That didn’t have much effect, either. Instead, it was only prolonging the poor thing’s suffering. Zhu Minglang thought it wouldn’t be able to hold on until they arrived at the Infirmary Hall…

Soaring above the sea of leaves, the skies were as gloomy as ever. The White Ice Morning Dragon flapped his wings; being a small dragon, he could only fly by getting carried by the wind.

Blood seeped out of Zhu Minglang’s clothing. The baby dragon didn’t whine in pain any more. Zhu Minglang looked down at the baby dragon, thinking it was already dead.

However, Zhu Minglang saw its eyes.

The vertical green pupils were unwilling to shut. Clearly it was in pain, but it wouldn’t slacken its jaws.