I'm not!
I didn't!
This little dragon has nothing to do with me!
I didn't do it secretly behind your back--
Gret was speechless for a moment, and his thoughts were flying. Various excuses were quickly passed through his mind. However, no matter which explanation, it sounded like it was getting darker and darker...
"This, Serila," he stammered in reply:
"I can explain..."
However, Serila no longer listened to his explanation. The silver dragon girl rushed forward like a whirlwind, bent down to pick up the little dragon, and hugged her into her arms. She touched her from head to toes, from feet to head:
"Ah! So cute! So cute, so cute, so cute! Such a small figure! Such smooth scales! Such exquisite dragon horns! Gret You brought it out specially for me, right?"
I didn't make it out just for you to jerk off. Gret opened his mouth and closed it again. Watching Serila holding the silver dragon, which was about the same size as a cat, and fondling it back and forth, I shuddered silently:
It seems that when he failed in his first attempt at transformation and turned into a mini silver dragon, Serila hugged himself happily and touched him back and forth...
So he found a substitute for Serila to play with?
"Oh, Gret, did it become like you?"
No, it's just like you. Serila. Gret really wanted to say this, but before he could speak, he quickly bit his tongue hard:
This dragon is a male dragon!
It's a male dragon!
When he used the cloning technique Simulation Xiaolong, he used the Y chromosome in the record of Vaska to replace the X chromosome of Serila!
"This, Serila..."
"Mage Nordmark? --Mage Nordmark? Have you completed your advancement? Is it convenient for guests to come and visit?"
At the critical moment, the tower spirit shouted and rescued Gret in time. Gret wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead and answered loudly:
"It's done! Invite them in! No, I'll go down! I'll go down immediately!"
This is the dragon's nest!
It's the dragon's nest of Serila!
Serila's bed of gold coins, the silver coins mixed in the pile of gold coins, the jewelry box she used as a pillow, and various gold plates and silver bowls mixed in with the gold coins, were all spread out on the ground!
No one is allowed to step into this place! Not even dragons, not humans! Not anyone!
Gret ran towards the entrance in a panic. As he ran, he shook his collar and cuffs.
When he was meditating here just now, although he was not rolling all over the floor, there was no gold coin suddenly stuck in the gap of his clothes, or there was no gem stuck in it!
By the way, there are also soles - you don't have to worry about the shoes. Let alone a gold coin, even a half-carat diamond can be so bruised that you can't walk, and you have to take off the shoes and pour them out.
However, if you stick a gold coin on the sole of your shoe, you won't feel it at all!
He can't do such a thing! Before leaving the dragon's nest, he must leave any copper coins contaminated from the dragon's nest here!
Gret ran out of the dragon's nest while checking himself - Serila picked up the little dragon and ran faster and more nimble than him. They almost ran out of the dragon's nest side by side with him, and then passed the floor exclusive to Gret.
At the same time, with rumbles and rumbles, the doors and windows of the Mage Tower opened one by one and rose up. A large number of magicians rushed out of the Mage Tower, and a large number of magicians flew up and rushed into the gate of the Mage Tower, or flew into the long windows.
Philby Archmage was reserved for a moment, and did not rush in immediately, but looked back at the teacher. The Lord of Thunder nodded slowly, took one step forward in the void, then took another step forward, and walked towards the direction of the mage tower, while landing slightly:
As a legendary mage and the teacher of Gret, it was obviously unnecessary for him to rush into his disciple's mage tower in a hurry to confirm his disciple's condition.
He should move forward slowly and reservedly, and at the same time, wait for his disciples to know the situation and come out to greet him in a hurry. Anyway, the advancement has been completed. Judging from the fluctuations of the elements, it should be completed smoothly. There is no need to rush in...
However, other people, or other dragons, were not as confident as the Lord of Thunder. Led by Vaska, a group of young dragons couldn't wait and rushed to the mage tower:
In order to save space, they transformed into humanoid shapes one by one and crowded into two rows in front of the long window. The upper row and the lower row crowded together and stared at the inside of the mage tower.
Of course, the older legendary dragon couldn't help but be embarrassed by the young people.
Fortunately, the dragons' vision and hearing are very keen. From high in the sky, they can see hares underground like eagles; like hares underground, they can hear the flapping of goshawks' wings high in the sky.
Therefore, they slowly floated one kilometer away, two kilometers away, looking down from a high position, watching Gret coming out. Watching Gret running to the window, watching Serila holding the shining silver dragon in his arms, running together to the front of the long window:
Then, they saw the giant dragons in human form, Katcha Katcha, freezing one by one. Some were so shocked that they couldn't even maintain their levitation, so they fell directly and hit the heads of the people in the row below:
"Serila!"
Elder Batista heard the voice of a young dragon—probably a certain golden dragon who liked Serila—and shouted in shock, abruptly, and almost torn apart:
"You and Gret are going to have a baby so soon?!"
Snap.
The two young giant dragons couldn't maintain their transformation skills, so they transformed directly back into their dragon form and smashed to the ground, knocking down several of their friends around them.
Katsa.
Next to Elder Batista were two legendary dragons, and their jaws were smashed on the spot.
Boom, boom, roar...
At the entrance of the mage tower, there was a chaos. The magicians were panicking to avoid the giant dragon that crashed down from the sky. Acceleration, sprinting, teleportation, and different spells were flying everywhere.
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
Serila shouted angrily:
"This little dragon was made by Gret himself! Himself! It has nothing to do with me!"
She held up the window sill and jumped out. Suspended in the air, she held the little dragon in both hands and poked it in front of the young dragons, especially her brother's wide eyes:
"Look, look!--see for yourself!
!"
Vaska subconsciously floated back, and then floated again. Behind him, above, and below, the legends exclaimed and rushed forward, quickly stopping him behind them:
"What is this?"
"What is this little dragon? How did it appear?"
"It doesn't look like a living thing... It looks like a living thing, but it doesn't look like a living thing..."
"It's amazing..."
Even Princess Norell couldn't help it. With the Lord of Thunder by her side, she was able to occupy the best position and touched the little dragon tremblingly:
"Is this made by Gret? Is it the result of Gret's advanced development?"
Talk to your husband later and ask for advice on how to make this!
She can pay for it! It can be exchanged for the knowledge, resources, and various plant seeds of the elves!