I am a wicked dragon, and you want me to fall into goodness?

Poseidon abruptly halted its dive, its dragon wings flapping violently high in the air, creating ripples on the surface of the river below.

He looked down at his claws, blue scales, and powerful dragon wings; all his injuries had been removed, and he was completely unharmed.

But what about Green?

The scene from just now flashed through Pu Se's mind instantly.

The flying debris from the shattered golden scales, the warm dragon blood gushing from the wound on his back, and the heart-wrenching screams as he was swatted away.

And during the final collision, the flying flesh and blood on his chest were real, serious injuries; every blow had landed on vital points.

The heat that had been coursing through Pu Se's body instantly subsided.

Instead, a chill ran from my tailbone to the top of my head, making my scalp tingle and even my wings tremble slightly.

"Oh no, we're doomed! I remember not long ago, Mother told me to take good care of my little sister!"

Although it was Green who made the first move, and she was the one who used dragon breath first.

But Pu Se was still a little uneasy.

He couldn't help but start having wild thoughts, such as Kavis blaming Green for his injury, while he himself was uninjured.

For example, although Kavis didn't say anything on the surface, she gently brushed it off and her attitude changed drastically. She was no longer as close to Puse as before.

For example, Kavemas is fair, but what if Alistair happens to break through to legendary status, and then they start arguing again because of Green's injury?

Pu Se wanted to just leave right now.

But if he leaves, Puse, who doesn't return, will be seen as the guilty party, and Kawimas will be disappointed in him.

After Alistair breaks into the Legendary ranks, Green will definitely encourage Alistair to come to him.

The pursuit of a legendary golden dragon, whether fully grown or in its prime, is absolutely terrible in this magical world.

Puse dared not gamble that a fully grown golden dragon had not learned search magic in its nearly thousand years of existence.

The wind from the river bend carried moisture, brushing against his dark blue scales, and the burning sensation seemed insignificant at that moment.

He subconsciously looked down at the surface of the river bend.

Like all naughty children, after getting into trouble, Puse was a little afraid to go back to the nest and even had thoughts of running away.

Puse wanted to stay outside a little longer.

He suddenly flapped his dragon wings and flew aimlessly in a direction far from the river bend.

He didn't know where to go, so he could only let the dragon wings carry him through the clouds, making even the flight path crooked and distorted.

The wind whistled in my ears until I looked down and swept across the rolling mountains and forests below, my gaze landing on a dense thicket of bushes.

There, a large, fearsome wolf was munching on its prey, its gray-black fur stained with blood, and its sharp fangs still adorned with bits of flesh and blood, making it look ferocious and terrifying.

The fear wolf is a large, robust creature, reaching up to five meters in length, covered in coarse, stiff, gray-black fur stained with blood and dust.

Its head was broad, with cold and intimidating scarlet vertical pupils, and sharp fangs exposed, covered with bits of flesh and blood. Its limbs were short and powerful, with black claws as sharp as knives, and its tail was short, thick, and stiff.

In an instant, all the restlessness, guilt, and panic turned into an unnamed fire that spread wildly through his blood.

A cold glint flashed in Puse's eyes. His dragon wings suddenly sank, and his body swooped down towards the ground like a blue meteor.

Dragon Claw Strike!

The fear wolf sensed danger and suddenly looked up, its scarlet eyes fixed on the charging dragon, but it was too late.

Its speed is laughably slow compared to that of a true dragon.

The Dragon Claw has no fancy techniques, only pure power and the release of rage.

With a loud bang, the five-meter-long creature was flipped to the ground, sending shards of stone flying and dust billowing everywhere.

The ferocious wolf didn't even have time to let out a scream before its belly was smashed open, its blood and flesh splattering onto the surrounding grass and trees.

Following his established combat habits, Puse quickly took off after his attack, without pausing for a moment. He circled the target once before landing again.

The pleasure derived from killing flowed slowly through my veins, like a cool stream that temporarily extinguished the turmoil in my heart.

In the instant he swung his claws, all his guilt, panic, and regret were left behind, leaving only pure, overwhelming power.

That thrill of controlling life and death briefly filled the void in my heart.

He looked down at his prey, which had completely lost its life, and the fear, pain, and despair actually made his tense nerves relax a little.

But this relief is ultimately temporary.

Just then, his stomach growled, and Puse simply began to devour the terrifying wolf.

The sharp dragon teeth pierced through the ferocious wolf's tough fur, and the warm, bloody flesh with a fishy smell instantly rushed into its throat.

The ferocious wolf spends its days fighting in the mountains and forests, resulting in meat that is so firm it's almost tough, with coarse and hard fibers that are difficult to chew.

At this moment, Kepuse had no time to be picky and was blindly tearing at his flesh.

The dragon claw pressed down on the remains and ripped out a large chunk of flesh with tendons and fascia.

The crunching of teeth mixed with the sticky sound of flesh and blood being squeezed together exuded a savage violence.

He chewed quickly and fiercely, without savoring the taste, swallowing only on instinct.

"Magic mirror, magic mirror, do you think I should go back sooner? Or do you have a clever way to help me avoid this problem?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, my master!" The magic mirror pretended to cry and replied sadly, "I have no brains, I can't think of a solution."

"Would you like some praise? Like how you defeated that griffin, or how you taught that little golden dragon a lesson?"

As Pu Se ate, he found the taste in his mouth becoming increasingly difficult to swallow.

"Damn it! That bastard Green, if she hadn't chosen to stop me, none of this would have happened. I'll get myself some griffin meat today."

Puse snorted coldly, remembering his few "friends" and his only familiar, and picked up a front leg and flew towards the fairy's flower garden.

A blue dragon's shadow swept across the flowerbed, creating a gust of air that sent large petals fluttering and flying.

When Puse retracted his dragon wings, he deliberately reduced the force, but it still caused several glowing flowers, each about half a person's height, to shake violently.

After he fell from the sky, his dragon claw sank deep into the fluffy humus, and with a "pui," he spat the front leg onto a patch of flowers.

Under the wooden vine pavilion in the center of the flowerbed, several small fairies saw the giant dragon suddenly descend.

They were so frightened that they fluttered their transparent wings and hid deep in the flower bushes, only daring to peek out half their faces and look at him timidly.

"Long time no see, my lovely fairy friends. Judging from your terrified looks, aren't you looking forward to my arrival?"

This is not the second time that Puse has come.

I've come three times in the last two months, and this is the fifth time since our first meeting.

The branches and leaves deep in the flower bushes swayed gently, and a slender golden figure angrily emerged, flapping its wings and flying to Puse's side.

"How could we possibly welcome you? If it weren't for the baby still inside you, we would have kicked you out long ago!"

"Oh, right!" Lia looked at the increasingly thick soft light surrounding Puse and demanded directly, "According to the agreement, this is the fifth transaction, and you have to return one of our treasures."

Pu Se was in a bad mood, so how could he possibly let the fairies have their way? Even if he were to give them something, he would only return it when they left.

"Ahem!" The dragon coughed, awkwardly changing the subject, "Oh dear! I've come to prepare food for my retinue."

"Where's Bruce? Where is Bruce?"

Leah stood with her hands on her hips, her transparent golden wings trembling slightly with anger, her tone clearly showing her displeasure: "Bruce doesn't have time for you!"

"At this time, he should be helping Finney clean up the pests in the flowerbed and protect the newly sprouted seedlings from being eaten by insects."

Lia paused again and looked at the fairies behind her. There was a yellow figure there, which was Phine.

She patted her forehead: "Hmm, no, that guy accidentally discovered an iron vein on the rocky slope north of the flowerbed! And he's been staying there ever since."

Upon hearing this, Puse pursed his lips impatiently, too lazy to argue with Lia any longer. He picked up the wolf's foreleg from the ground and turned to walk towards the rocky slope north of the flowerbed.

The heavy dragon claws stomped on the humus, leaving deep footprints, and the flowers and plants along the way were knocked about by his massive body.

Its main theme is reckless charging!

Behind her, in mid-air, Lia stomped her foot angrily: "Damn dragon! How dare you ignore me again!"