Big Fat Dragon stood there, blood still gushing from his wound, but his expression barely changed as he looked down at Snake Dog.
Slurp!
Snake Dog stuck out its tongue, licked beside its mouth, and approached with its tail wagging.
Plop!
Big Fat Dragon tossed the flesh from his leg straight onto the ground.
The moment the flesh landed, a golden glow rippled out. The flesh and skin actually pulsed gently like a heart, as though alive.
Snake Dog immediately rushed over, pinned the flesh with both paws, and wolfed it down.
Big Fat Dragon tore a corner from his clothing and bound the wound on his leg. After that temporary treatment, he stood quietly to one side and watched.
Before long, Snake Dog finished the human flesh and even licked the bloodstains off the ground. Afterward, it looked reinvigorated, no longer as listless as before.
It approached, lowered its head slightly, and licked the back of Big Fat Dragon's hand with a hint of affection, seemingly grateful that he had cut off his own flesh to feed it.
When hunger became unbearable, a filling meal was an immense kindness.
The man and dog looked at each other. Big Fat Dragon reached out to stroke its head and said softly, "You're starving, and my life hangs by a thread. Ah, we're both poor souls in the same boat...!"
"Awoo."
Snake Dog whined mournfully at his words and slowly lay down beside his feet, looking old and quiet.
Not far away, Witch Spirit Ghost Child gently reminded him, "You don't have much time left."
"Is there anything it can use to identify the military tally when searching the mountain?" Big Fat Dragon asked.
"There's a wooden box that once held it." Witch Spirit Ghost Child smiled. "But the box has been