Soul moss is a magical plant. Like most magical plants, it decays when it leaves the soil. It must be stored immediately with magical instruments, or solidify some magic. Children do not pick anything with bare hands, which is simply a waste of resources.

The roar from the sky scared the child, and sat down on the ground, panic, gestured upwards with the wooden shovel in his hand.

The child's little face raised, revealing a cheek, nose, eyebrows, and other places with small dragon scales.

"Hey, Dragon Brother? Whose Dragon Brother? Little Ali, are you?" Negris asked in surprise.

Nai Aili flew down, sniffed the child, and said disgustedly: "Yes, I don't want this dragon boy."

"Ah? Why don't you, your dragon brother, you have to be responsible." Negris said.

Brusk also fell down and said seriously: "Grandma Nai Alice, although you have a high age, you cannot abandon your dragon brother. If you really want this, I will ask the Black Dragon Code."

Nai Ali pouted aggrievedly: "I know..." Then he patted Nai Gris' head with one paw: "You are responsible, you are full of poop."

Puff! This is how you feel, just wash it clean.

Dragon Age is a creature polluted by the power of the dragon. Some creatures living in the dragon territory will directly and indirectly contact the power of the dragon, resulting in being polluted and becoming a dragon Age.

It is hard to tell whether it is a good or a bad thing when contaminated by the power of dragons. Some creatures have mastered a little power of dragons. Whether it is practice or study, they can achieve twice the result with half the effort. However, some creatures cannot bear the power of dragons, or they may have diseases, or they may die directly.

But no matter what the consequences are, the dragon needs to be responsible for it. The Dragon Clan’s Black Dragon Code stipulates that any dragon contaminated by the dragon must be responsible for it and must not be abandoned.

Of course, dragons are not good creatures. The code only stipulates that they must be responsible, but does not stipulate how to be responsible. Whether it is eaten, slaves, or raised, it is a responsible attitude.

The little angel fell down, and since it would not be ashes as soon as it emitted the holy light, Ange no longer confiscated its wings.

Flying to the child and lifting him up.

The child was so scared that he waved the wooden shovel in his hand randomly, hitting the little angel with a crackling sound. His white dress and white little face were beaten with gray marks.

The little angel punched the child in the eyes without hesitation.

"No! Oh oh oh oh!" Negris shouted in fear. With the little angel's strength, he punched the child's head, and he would not blow the child's head?

Fortunately, this did not happen. The child's eyes were covered with dark circles, and tears were so painful that he threw down the wooden shovel and covered his eyes. He cried.

The little angel punched the child's other eye socket again, and his eyes suddenly became panda eyes.

The child was so painful that his nose was snot flowing, and he couldn't cry for a while. After a while, the energy came to his feet and he started crying again.

Then, without surprise, the little angel punched the cheek, and cried, and it would be fine if it didn't cry. The child almost instinctively covered his mouth.

The little angel nodded with satisfaction, lifted the child's hand and shook it hard, shaking off the fragments on his body, then used his other hand to sacrifice the holy light and wiped the child's face. A rough face was wiped clean.

The dirt, blackheads, and dandruff are all purified under the light of the purification technique, which is better than the whitening, rejuvenating and removing spots.

The oily dirt on the hair has already made the hair become a lump and has been wiped with purification techniques, just like using a temple brush to brush it hard. It is so clean that it is tied up with knots, but the damaged hair will definitely not be able to be replenished, and the messy and dry branches are broken.

But this was an incredible method for the dragon kid in front of him. He was so shocked that he stared at the little angel with bright eyes and admired him.

The little angel wiped him cleanly, like a freshly-shelled chick, with her clean hair fluffy and very cute.

Negris flew over and asked, "Children, what's your name?"

"Shoot, how about it." Long Jia's child made a sound of unknown significance.

After some exchange, Negris said: "I can't speak and have no language skills. Is he the only one here? No way?"

"Children, where do you live? Is there anyone else?"

"Shoot," said the Long Kid.

Because it was the Dragon Brother, he was relatively strong, but after careful examination, Negris found that he might only be four or five years old.

A child who has no language ability and cannot communicate, cannot get useful information from him, so Negris had to search around himself.

A child of this age does not have much ability to survive, so his range of activities is not too large. After a circle, Negris discovered his residence.

It was just in a cave not far away. The cave was not deep, and it could probably accommodate two people sitting inside to shelter from the wind and rain. At this time, a skeleton was already sitting in the deepest part of the cave, and a lot of dust had accumulated on the bones. It was obvious that it had been dead for a long time.

However, a piece of carpet cloth was carefully covered on the skeleton, with only the corners of the skeleton being turned around, and next to the trace was a shallow pit that was shiny. If you compare it carefully, it was probably the size of a dragon child.

Only from the traces of this skeleton and the recess, Negris could infer what was probably going on.

This skeleton lived here with a baby during his lifetime. I didn't know what accident happened and suddenly died. The baby tried his best to survive. The plants born from the power of the dragon survived with the soul moss on the nearby cliffs, and thus became a dragon.

Because no one taught him, he could not speak and had no language ability. He didn't even understand that the skeleton was dead. He also covered the precious blanket on the skeleton, and only occupied a little bit.

It was so difficult, but the child struggled to survive.

After listening to Negris' speculation, Negrily's maternal love couldn't help but flood: "Oh, it's so pitiful, don't be afraid, the Dragon Mother takes care of you in the future, hey, come and let the Dragon Mother hug you." As he said that, he wanted to reach out to hug.

Unexpectedly, the dragon kid hid behind the little angel and looked at it vigilantly.

"Ah, don't run away. I am your dragon mother. Come here quickly. You are my dragon brother. Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." Nai Ali said.

The dragon kid did not respond, so he stared at it vigilantly. Nai Li wanted to go around and catch him, but he hid in the little angel.

"Okay, it seems my dragon brother doesn't recognize me anymore." Nai Alee sighed.

"Who made you dislike when you were dirty just now? He remembered your dislike." Negris smiled gloatingly, and then was caught in the face by Negrily with one claw.

Ange tilted his head and looked at the bone for a long time, and suddenly he made a finger.

The bones covered with the blanket stood up suddenly.

The child's eyes flashed with surprise, and he screamed and rushed to the front of the bones quickly. But after screaming a few times, he found that the bones ignored him. He couldn't help but pursed his lips, and tears as big as beans rolled in his eyes.

Negris flew to Ang and asked in confusion: "What do you do when you move it?"

"Resident." Ange said.

Negris couldn't help but fly to the bones, checked them carefully, and then he found the remaining information on it.

The residual consciousness is the information left on the body or object of a soul with a strong intention. For example, the hand bone of the Brain Bone Lock has a large amount of information left. Finally, it was interpreted by the Purple Skeleton Titan, and a teleportation array that can contact the world's transit station has been built.

If there is no residual information from Jianbone Lock, even if the teleportation array is built, the Zishou clan cannot contact the world's transit station.

By the same token, this skeleton has similar information. If the skeleton was not a powerful soul like Locke during his lifetime, the information that could remain on the skeleton could only show that his soul was very vigorous before his death, which is commonly known as dying without any eyes.

Ange does not need to interpret the remaining information as the Zishou clan. He sends a little soul energy to let the soul energy condense the soul fire with the residual consciousness as the core, and then he can interpret the information through the soul fire.

"Child, take care of yourself."

"The magic rice is almost successful, I'm not willing to give up."

"I am the strongest druid."

"The dragon is so smelly..."

Ange reads out the interpreted information sentence by sentence, and the last sentence almost makes Nai Alee burst out.

"It turned out to be a druid. What is the magic rice? Is the new rice seed he cultivated? Take care of the child, who is it? This child? Doesn't have a name? Not his child?" Nageris analyzed the interpreted information, and at the same time searched, and found a package from where the bones were originally staying.

"A pack of rice seeds, a planting manual, a Druid's pervasive method, a robe, some fragments."

"Show me the robe." Bruske saw the mark on the robe and said anxiously.

After taking it, Brusk said, "I know who he is, the Great Druid of Spring Breeze, the most powerful druid of humanity, disappeared a few years ago, but I didn't expect to die here."

"Last year, at the Spring Breeze Cup Druid Competition named after him, a grain of grain with a yield of over a thousand kilograms appeared. I heard that it was cultivated by his archenemy. I specially received it in the competition named after him. I wanted to stimulate him, but I didn't expect that he was dead." Brusk said incredibly.

"The strongest druid in humans? Is it very strong?" asked Negris.

He had never heard of this name, but it was not surprising that even though it was the strongest human being, no matter how strong it was, it was only a human being. It was not born a thousand years ago. For example, the Truth Mage who blocked Brusk in the sea before, Negris didn't know what the other party was called.

Brusk thought for a while and said, "Get close to the level of truth."

As a powerful truth man, Brusk said that the other party was close to the truth, so there must be not much water. Negrist was shocked: "Close to the truth? That's very strong, how could he die here?"

After saying that, I quickly checked the skeleton. There was no damage. It was obviously not because of the trauma.

"Maybe he's too old. He's nearly five hundred years old. It seems that humans have no record of living to this life span. He is already the longest-lived person among the strong humans I know." For some reason, Brusk's tone felt a faint sense of relief.

"If it was him, then this one would definitely not be his child. He is five hundred years old, so it's hard for that..." Brusk added finally.

Negris leaned quietly to Bruske and asked in a low voice: "Did you have had a holiday with him? Why do you seem to be relieved?"

"Celebrate the holiday? No, no." Bruske shook his head quickly: "How is it possible? I don't know him. I am just glad. Fortunately, human life is short, and it is only five hundred years old, so it is close to the truth. If their lives are longer, our dragon clan will have no way to survive."

As he said that, he glanced at Nageris with envy: "But the most enviable thing is the immortal creature, immortality. Alas, the life race, no matter how powerful a strong man is, he cannot escape the shackles of birth, old age, sickness and death. The undead creatures can even live forever, even the most fragile skeletons, which is so enviable."

In an instant, Bruske lost interest in speaking. When he thought that he would die of old age in thousands of years, he could not even raise any interest.

Negris didn't know how to comfort him. Could it be that he was not an immortal creature? But because he became a god, he could live until now. Isn't that more aggression to people?

Just as I was about to change the subject, suddenly, Ang's position burst into a heart-wrenching breath.

Negris turned his head and saw Ang holding the Druid's secret technique, watching it in a divine way. The palpitations came from Ang.

Negris remembers this breath, and he will never forget it in his life. The one who beat it to death and dragged it back to the Palace of Rest was this breath, the breath of the Bone Lock.

Why did Ange's body burst out with the breath of a strong bone Locke?

Just as he was about to ask, he saw Ang's face twisting. Ang's Rock's hand was raised in front of him, and a figure slowly reflected in front of him.

The purple gold bones, purple soul flames, and the fire of mourning in their eyes were the figure that made it tremble - the Lord of mourning, Brain Bone Lock.

Jiangu Locke also raised his hand and met Ang's hand. The whole space was twisted. Ang and Jiangu Locke seemed to have merged, and in the end, only a purple-gold skeleton stood there.

Brusk swallowed his mouth and said with difficulty: "Using real objects as medium and spirit as bridge to change everything, this is Druid's ultimate transformation technique."

"I...I know, but, why can he transform into a bone Rock?" Negris said in a trembling voice.

"The stronger your mental power can become a creature of the same mental power. Maybe the mental power you mentioned is very weak. Using the real thing as a medium, Lord Ang has something like the bone Lock on his body?" Brusk said.

It has never seen the Bone Locke. The information learned from its bloodline is dry, and it cannot feel how powerful the Bone Locke is.

Nageris gasped and said to himself: Ange's mental power is as strong as the Bone Lock? Oh my God, it's impossible?

At this moment, Ange raised his feet and then stepped on the ground with a sudden kick.

After stepping on this kick, Ange seemed to have exhausted all his strength. With a bang, his body twisted and turned back to the original gray bone skeleton.

"Huh, it's better than ten seconds." Negris sighed, not sure whether it was disappointment or glory. The transformation technique can only last for ten seconds, which is reasonable.

If Ang can maintain the deformation of Bone Lock, then it has to doubt whether Ang's strength has been shown to be pretending.

"Is the last step the king coming? Why didn't there be any movement? Could it be that the skill was interrupted because it changed back?"
Chapter completed!