The little dragon bit Leon Luo's wrist hard, and blood immediately appeared. Leon Luo took a breath of cold air, but his first reaction was not to shake his wrist to get rid of the blue dragon.
"Little guy, this is not good..." Leon Luo's movements were still very gentle. He lifted the blue dragon by the seventh inch and slowly tore it away from the wound on his wrist. He brought the wound to his lips and sucked it, his mouth full of the sweet and fishy taste of his own blood.
As soon as the blue dragon was pinched between Leon Luo's fingers, it pretended to be dead. Its head and tail drooped together, swaying slowly in the sea breeze, looking as if it was dying. Leon Luo couldn't say a second word of blame. He could only smile bitterly and said: "...Are you hungry?"
Of course Xiaolong wouldn't answer him.
Leon Luo had no choice but to put it back in his palm, and while being careful to prevent it from biting him again, he went to the beach to pick up some starfish, crabs and small fish to feed the blue dragon. Although the dragon was still thin and lonely, when Leon Luo looked at it, he seemed to see the imaginary image of a majestic dragon hovering in the sky.
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