The giant dragon, which had completely condensed back to its original body, slowly approached the fallen boy.

The eight black thorns around his body have not been released, they are still spinning at high speed, always ready to give the young man on the ground a chill at the fastest speed.

"Hey kid, wake up."

The dragon's shadow slowly passed over the young man, completely covering him.

Until the scales on Gein's chest had touched the boy's curly hair, he still didn't wake up.

"You really have no vigilance." Gein reluctantly withdrew the spikes. He really couldn't be interested in this guy who had no desire to fight, but the appearance of the young man whom he had seen somewhere made him feel familiar.

He touched the young man's weak body with his huge paws.

Like a loach.

Soft.

With a little force, the boy turned over.

The young man's handsome face caught his eye.

Coupled with his white skin, which is as white as snow, it even dazzles the eyes.

After closing his eyes, the anger in his eyes disappeared, and the boy's entire face became much more attractive.

At least it's a little more comfortable than the bitter and resentful look just now.

It was only now that the dragon took a serious look at the boy's appearance and clothing.

Leather, a thick fur shawl, a breastplate made of fine iron, and navy blue trousers with extremely tight legs and high quality. There are even patches of different colors of burlap on them, which must have been forced on them later.

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This moment reminded Julong of a story he had heard before. As an illegitimate son from a famous family, he lived in the family for a period of time, and then his father died. The sons and daughters of the family owner began to kill each other to compete for the family property. His biological mother wanted to

To ensure the boy's safety, take him back to his hometown.

As a result, in order to obtain the title granted by the king so that his mother could live a better life, the young man accepted the commission and went to the snowy mountains to hunt the magic dragon, but he never came back.

How similar!

This immediately brings the little devil into the story.

"Oh, poor little devil."

Use your paw to gently push open the hem of the boy's leather.

I saw a very finely crafted two-handed sword on the young man's waist, shining with azure light.

Delicately carved blue crystals are attached to the root of the sword in long, staggered strips, giving this very bold blue sword a sharp temperament.

Although the hilt of the sword tied with burlap looks a bit worn and thin, it makes people feel extremely disharmonious when put together with the wide sword blade.

But what emerges from the gap at the end of the sword's hilt tied with linen is as bright a luster as the crystal on the sword's body.

If you want to briefly summarize this sword, it is like the cold wind carrying ice crystals deep in an extremely cold cave.

At this time, Gein gently rubbed his chin, "It's a bit strange. What this kid just cut out was a fire attribute blade, but this sword..."

Thinking of this, Gein continued to turn the boy over and finally felt a bulge on his leather back.

"Found it."

Gein stretched out two tiny tentacles composed of filthy mucus from the gaps in the breastplate, and slowly touched the leather from the back of the young man's neck.

He took out the sword and its scabbard.

Pulling out the sword, Gein's eyes lit up with the simple but exquisite short blade.

"This sword is the sword held by the young man who appeared at that time,"

Gein recalled the image before he fainted of the young man carrying his sleeping mother on his back up the mountain alone to slay the evil dragon.

It also reminds me of the story of the missing dragon-slaying boy five hundred years ago.

"Isn't this kid really the protagonist of the dragon-slaying story I heard five hundred years ago?!"

Then he shook his head and denied himself, how is this possible? How can humans live for five hundred years, hahaha.

Of course, the filthy dragon is still in extremely complicated mood.

The little ghost who appeared in front of him was so similar to the protagonist of the story he had repeatedly read while sleeping for five hundred years.

The boy's clothes are obviously not those of Liyue people, so he is from Mondstadt, that is.

The young man broke into the snowy mountain alone.

Now we meet again on the other side of this snowy mountain.

Could it be said?

Did he cross the entire snowy mountain alone with a sword?!

Even if Ge Yin had always had a character that was not afraid of the sky, the earth, or boiling water, he could not help but admire the young man.

"This kid is really interesting."

Seeing this young man on the ground who could be called a legend, his lips turned blue and his cheeks turned purple due to the wind and snow, Gein unexpectedly felt a trace of compassion.

Then he picked up the boy with one hand and wanted to take him directly through the snowy mountains and back to Mondstadt.

But he immediately gave up the idea. With his speed, he would probably have all his bones broken while flying.

"If I leave this kid here to freeze, wouldn't that mean I'm very inhumane? Let's make a cave and let him rest first."

“It’s really not that I’m soft-hearted!!”

Just as he said, Gein came to a huge rock, commanded the filthy mud to drill a hole, then got in, and hollowed out the entire rock from the inside.

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It was already night, and the wind and snow outside were still roaring wildly. The cold wind blew past the side of the cave entrance, making a terrifying whine.

The cold moonlight outside the cave shone on the young man's handsome face, making his already beautiful face look like a painting.

The wind and snow outside the cave and the scary sound woke the boy up.

"Mom, let me sleep for a while." The boy pulled the fur covering his body and turned over.

Tens of seconds later, the boy, who seemed to realize something was wrong, picked up the dagger next to him and jumped up like a carp.

He raised his dagger and looked around carefully, only to see the bonfire in front of him, the entrance of the cave blocked by boulders, and a large piece of sizzling meat roasted on the bonfire.

"Where is this place? What happened?" The young man's voice echoed on the high inner wall of the cave.

But it was quickly drowned out by the whine of the wind and snow outside.

After feeling that no one was around, the young man collapsed weakly on the ground.

"Why, where is that magic dragon? Why can't I find him after searching all over the snow-capped mountains? I'm so tired, Mom, I miss you so much..." The young man let go of the dagger in his hand, hugged his knees with both hands, and lowered his head.

He started to cry.

The young man who was burying his head in tears did not notice at all that the dark wall behind him slowly began to twist.

"Obviously, the old palace and even the underground have been searched, but why can't I find it? By the way, the top of the mountain. At that time, I couldn't seem to find how to get to the top of the mountain, so I walked around in a big circle and met a super big one.

The wild boar knocked me away."

Thinking of this, the young man cheered up again, raised his head and looked directly at the bonfire in front of him, and said to himself, "It must be at the top of the mountain. It can't be wrong. That magic dragon must be at the top of the mountain!"

"Why is there a magic dragon on the top of the mountain, and he is so energetic as soon as he wakes up, hahaha"

A deep voice came from behind.

The boy realized that this voice might have saved him, so he turned around to say hello.

"Uncle, did you save me? Thank you..."

A purple vertical eye larger than his entire body glared in front of him.
Chapter completed!