Li Ziran was somewhat speechless. Could it be that after being hit by the Sheep Transformation Spell, even his body had become fragrant?
"You bastard!" he snarled at the doctor. "Can't you even recognize my voice? Without me, could you have come back to life?"
The Black Dragon's newly installed eyes blinked as he asked doubtfully, "Master?" Then he reacted. "No, how could you be like this? Your aura has completely changed. If it weren't for your voice, I almost wouldn't have recognized you. I thought you were lunch. What exactly happened? Is this the surface?"
A string of questions came blasting over like cannonballs.
Li Ziran told him everything that had happened from beginning to end, finally calming him down.
"How do you feel? Time was tight, so I couldn't bring out your flesh and blood. Some scattered organs were missing too. You'll have to make do for now."
The Black Dragon stood frozen in place. He had never expected to be hunted the moment he appeared.
Sure enough, the continent was still far too dangerous.
But he quickly began to laugh. His trust in Li Ziran had been the right choice. Without him, he might already have died.
More importantly, he had reached the surface and escaped the Dungeon. The feeling now seemed rather good.
He struggled a few times, wanting to take a couple of steps, but staggered and plunged straight into the spring. His back kept writhing, as though he wanted to flap something, but it was all in vain.
"My wings, and my tail... this..."
"I told you, the circumstances were special. I could only bring back one section of tailbone. Your ribs aren't complete either, and half your thigh bone is missing. As for wings, that was even more impossible," Li Ziran explained.
"Then