The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

He could only nuzzle the child, pressing the cub roundly against his belly, signaling him to shut up and go to sleep.

Then the dragon lay down and slowly curled the little guy up with its body.

Even outside, the little guy still instinctively wanted to find a blanket to cover himself with.

So he naturally pulled his father's wings over his belly.

Long also placed his head next to the cub in a particularly awkward posture, and only after smelling the rice scent on the cub did he feel at ease and close his eyes.

It's quiet here; all the creatures around have migrated because of the dragon's presence.

So in this valley, there are only the dragon and the cub.

The dragon hid his treasure.

He was very satisfied.

However, he didn't hide the little guy for long before he sensed several auras approaching from afar.

The dragon opened its eyes.

Outside the cave, a silver dragon approached.

The black dragon arched its back and charged forward.

At this point, the true size comparison between the two dragons became apparent.

The silver dragon was obviously faster, but it was no match for the black dragon in strength. Moreover, the black dragon was clearly an adult and a high-ranking dragon king.

The silver dragon in front of them was still in its sub-adult stage, much smaller than the black dragon.

Fortunately, the silver dragon had other companions with it.

For the sake of their cubs, they dared to challenge that authority figure before they themselves had matured.

Kaylan clicked his tongue:

"Let's go for it, let's risk it all."

"If I sacrifice myself, I must make sure Zai Zai remembers that his second brother truly loved him very, very much..."

Richard: "Shut your mouth, you won't die."

The cubs are unaware that a massive domestic violence is taking place outside their Winston family.

He didn't know what kind of monster was beside him.

The little creature was thus hidden by the dragon in the thick fur of the wild beast, sleeping soundly with a rosy cheek, radiating happiness.

The sounds of fighting outside couldn't reach the cubs' ears.

……

When the little guy woke up, he realized that his adventure had come to an end.

The little guy was actually a little disappointed.

The scent of grass, trees, air, and berries outside still lingered in his mind.

He also did not have a bad impression of the rioting Black Dragon.

He couldn't even tell that the dragon now was no longer the rational Winston he knew.

Apart from Winston, everyone else was seriously injured.

They were all recuperating in their respective territories, and the entire palace was eerily quiet.

The little guy got off the bed, his fingers still bearing the sweet and sour taste of berries, telling him that the abduction by the dragon was not an illusion.

But when he woke up, his father wasn't by his side.

The little guy had no choice but to go out and look for his father.

He groped around and bumped into something hard again.

The little guy almost got flattened again.

He didn't know who he had bumped into, so he could only politely say:

"Sorry, there was a car accident..."

Before the cub could finish speaking, Winston, whose blue eyes had turned into golden beastly pupils and whose strange aura had not yet faded, picked him up and sniffed him.

Winston has now regained his human form by venting his energy through fighting.

However, he is currently in a manic phase and has not yet regained his original rationality.

Once he sheds his facade and unleashes his inner darkness, he becomes a completely different person, almost like someone with a split personality.

Because of this transformation, Winston's memory became somewhat confused, and for a moment he almost forgot that he had such a child.

So Winston, like a beast, approached the cub, still re-encoding the little guy's scent.

Meanwhile, Winston was also wondering how this little guy, who looked like a hot water bottle, ended up in his territory.

Where did such a weak creature come from?

But when Winston met the cub's misty eyes, he held back his critical words.

Can't see it? ...Never mind.

Winston put the cubs back down.

But the little guy grabbed his trouser leg and sat down on his boot:

"dad?"

Winston looked at the cub again, and he really wanted to ask, "Who picked up this pet? What a nuisance."

But considering that the cub couldn't see, Winston remained silent for a while, and then decided to be lenient and send him away.

But the little guy also knows how to stick to him without being taught, as if he knows the essence of pretending for five minutes and enjoying wealth and honor for a lifetime, and he keeps bumping his head against his hand.

Because the little one has already recognized his father's scent.

However, Winston's aura is usually cold and aloof, but once the cubs get used to it, they can easily distinguish between them.

But now, after finding their father, the cubs discovered that he possessed an even more powerful aura.

It seems to have changed.

The baby didn't know why his father wasn't speaking, so he could only try to be cute and get his father to pinch his perfect cheeks.

He didn't believe Winston would be soft-hearted.

Winston's hand stopped completely.

Why don't we keep this pet?

This kid does have some redeeming qualities.

He picked up the little guy with one hand, treating the cub like a squishy toy he had just picked up.

The little guy didn't understand why his dad kept squeezing his soft hands and feet, but at least his dad hadn't forgotten him or abandoned him...

The little guy climbed onto his father's neck. Winston stiffened for a moment, but relaxed when he smelled the rice scent on the little guy.

Winston wondered if this was the pet that his rational self kept when he was asleep.

The father and son have different thoughts and their own thought processes, yet they still manage to get along.

Winston knows himself too well; he knows that even if he is calm and rational, he would never impulsively get a pet.

So as he walked into the front hall, he kept an eye on the little one in his arms.

A soft, boneless body, a beautiful face, limbs that seem completely powerless, and a set of soft, sweet teeth—an appearance that is utterly non-aggressive.

Its fighting power is comparable to that of a mature banana.

Moreover, even banana peels still have a certain probability of causing an attack.

But there is one more magical thing.

The little guy wasn't afraid of him at all.

They were quite close.

That's strange. Did he become kind and approachable after he took off his disguise?

impossible.

He was more convinced that he was being bewitched by something.

Winston grew increasingly suspicious as he looked at the cub, and couldn't resist the urge to bite its round cheek.

"?"

The little guy was startled when his dad bit him.

After a while, he seemed to realize what was happening and asked his father:

"Is it tasty, baby? What flavor is it?"

Winston glanced at the cub, his lips pursed, as if he was still savoring the moment.

The baby smelled only of milk, but he found it a little sweet.

His cheeks were soft, like milk pudding, and the moment Winston touched them, he didn't dare to bite them, afraid of melting the child.

So Winston remained silent for a while before speaking perfunctorily to the cub:

"Um."

Cub: "What does it taste like? Can't Daddy tell? Then Daddy can have a few more bites... Don't bite too hard."

Winston looked at the little guy in front of him and just sneered. If he really ate children, this little cub wouldn't even be big enough for him to chew.

What an innocent pet!

It is indeed cute.

Thinking this way, Winston, having accepted the cub's invitation, did not refuse and seriously tasted the cub's flavor again.