An Illustrated Guidebook to Other Races

After knowing your plan, your sister reacted fiercely with resistance.

She does not agree to let you stay alone.

This female swordsman, who has always had a bright smile on her face, has never shown half weakness in any setbacks and hardships, her eyes are red for the first time, her voice is hoarse, and she asks why you should act so ‘selfish’ and arbitrary.

"Sister, I promise I will be fine."

You hold her palm, which has a thick callus because you hold the sword all the year round, and your warm, clear black eyes look at her earnestly, soothing her softly, "Don't worry, I will definitely come back safely."

"How can you not worry!"

Shalena's eyes were red, and she stared at you fiercely with a certain irritation and remorse. When she saw the gentle and inclusive smile on your face, the backlog of stern words filled her throat, and her throat was choked up with a vague cry of cry.

"You are my only sister."

You pursed your lips apologetically: "Sorry, sister."

When Shalena wanted to say something, you interrupted her again: "But you are not only my sister, but also the leader of this mercenary group. Because everyone believes in you, they entrust their lives. With you, their family members are still at home waiting for them to go back to reunite, and to bring them back safely, this is your responsibility and obligation."

You raised your hand and touched the head of the female swordsman who was one head higher than you. The corners of your lips were bent, and the eyes were still clear and gentle.

"Sister, let me be willful this time."

"I will definitely let myself come back safely. Think about how I lied to you before?"

"But..." Shalena opened her lips, and finally lost at your insistence.

After comforting Shalena, on the way back, you unexpectedly saw a tall silent figure standing in the shadow of the corridor like a wooden sculpture.

You hesitated softly: "...Lal?"

Hearing your voice, the figure suddenly stiffened, and then stepped towards you without hesitation, walked in front of you and pulled your arm without saying a word to force you away.

"Wait a minute, Lar!" You hurriedly stopped him. "do not do that!"

When the dragonman dragged you away, a powerful magical power full of warning and threat erupted from another shadow.

Larut stopped immediately, and the icy golden vertical pupils stared at the shadow where this magical power came from.

For fear that the two parties would fight you directly, quickly grabbed the dragonman's arm and pulled him into an empty room by the aisle.

Before you had time to speak, Larut suddenly took you into his arms.

"Don't worry about these guys, I can take you away." The red-skinned dragon man whispered coldly.

"That won't work, Lar, you let me go first."

You were a little bit out of breath by him, and quickly pushed his shoulders.

The dragon man's body paused, and then slowly let go of his hand.

You eased your breath, raised your head and looked at Larut with a cold and stubborn expression, and sighed helplessly: "Even if you and I can leave temporarily, but Shalena and the others..."

"What does it matter to me whether they die?" The Dragon Man said coldly and ruthlessly: "I only care about you."

Your heart squeezed unconsciously, not knowing whether it was moved or a headache. You stretched out your hands and held his face, causing the dragon man's body to lean towards you, and then you stared at him intently, very serious Seriously said: "But I care, Lal, they are your companions and care about you as well, so you can't despise their lives like this."

Larut frowned tightly, as if he could not understand what you were saying.

You look at his eyes as if you are looking at a stubborn, withdrawn character, unwilling to accept others, and a problem child who has not grown up.

In fact, compared to the original time, the current situation of the Dragon Man has improved a lot.

When you bought the dragon man from the slave/li dealer with money and healed his injury and let him go, the dragon man did not just leave, but kept following you behind you after a certain distance. I don't communicate with you either. Anyone who talks to him on the initiative will only get the Xiaolongren guarding and resisting and hostile fangs, and the fangs and claws that will attack at any time.

The former little dragon man was like a little hedgehog covered with spikes, no one wanted to believe it.

Even if it’s you, you don’t get his trust from the beginning. He is even more defensive against you than anyone else. Whenever you want to approach him, the dragon will give you a vicious look and hide. In the far place, I use those golden vertical pupils to watch and watch you on guard, as if I think you will do something to hurt him.

But even so, he still refuses to leave, he has been behind you, no matter how exhausted and hard he is, he will follow like a tail, as if he is looking for a chance to get revenge.

Until one day, he fainted in the back because of hunger and physical exhaustion. You were a little worried because you didn’t see the figure of this little tail for a long time, so you went back to look for him for a while, and then you found him lying on the side of the road. The little dragon man who was almost dying with a high fever.

At that time, the Xiaolongren was very thin, even the petite you were half a head taller than him. Even when you brought him back to the temporary camp of the mercenary group, you didn’t feel too strenuous, you just felt this. The child is too thin and weak, and you even think he has only a layer of skin to cover the weight of a few bones.

In addition to the magical light magic, the medical level in this world is still relatively backward. Light magic can only heal curses or physical injuries. There is no way to cure natural diseases like fever and cold. It can only rely on patients. My physical fitness and some auxiliary drugs are holding on.

Growing up by slaves/little traffickers whipping and torture, the wounds have never been treated. They have healed again and again and get injured. The food they eat is not nutritious, and they still live in that humid and rotten environment all the year round. In fact, his physical condition is very bad. You only cured him of the apparent physical injury. It is impossible for him to recover from the lack of nutrition and health at once, and he can only rely on him to slowly recuperate it later.

But once this kid was free, he didn't look for food and shelter. Instead, he followed your mercenary group to death. The tiredness of traveling for days and the hunger and weakness make it strange that he didn't fall ill.

You can't be cruel and let him be seriously ill. You can only keep him and take care of him carefully. Fortunately, his survival skills are relatively strong. After a few days of high fever, he finally retreated and woke up.

When the dragon man woke up, watching you lying on the side of the bed soundly asleep still holding his skinny palm, the whole person remained in a daze.

He didn't wake up suddenly until you woke up with sleepy eyes, as if frightened and fled.

You thought he would just leave like this and never come back, but then you find that every morning when you open your eyes, there will be some strange gifts on the bedside.

Sometimes it's a few green fruits, sometimes it's beautiful stones or colorful wild flowers.

In fact, you are allergic to pollen. After you wake up surrounded by flowers and sneezing for several days, you finally can't stand the endless torture. In the middle of the night, you deliberately pretended to sleep and caught the little dragon who sneaked into your tent. Very severely warned him not to do anything more.

But Xiaolongren just looked at you blankly with round eyes, with a very confused expression.

You only discovered in pain that he couldn't understand what you said, because no one had ever taught him these things.

Even the only language that he can speak is those vulgarity/language and some not-so-good vocabulary learned from slaves/li traffickers.

In desperation, you had to become his temporary language teacher and taught him how to read and learn some common sense and survival skills about human society.

But I didn't expect that the temporary teacher would do it for so long as soon as he did it. He became taller and stronger, his facial features became more mature and handsome, and his personality became more rebellious and surly.

You start to be unable to guess his thoughts and goals, nor can you understand his behavior and expressions, and often feel quite a headache because of his contradiction and self-willedness.

But you know that no matter how you change, Longren is an adolescent kid who is not good at expressing his inner thoughts, is awkward and easy to feel soft.

When the dragon is obedient, it is very cute and painful. When he is rebellious, it makes you angry and always wants to smoke him. If you really want to say it, Larut's position in your heart is probably between your younger brother and son. Exist.

But of course you dare not say this idea, otherwise this vengeful guy will definitely let you realize what it means to be unhappy.

You look carefully at the handsome and deep red face of the dragon man and the golden vertical pupils that gradually become sharp and narrow with age. His eyebrows are always frowned fiercely, like a fierce and violent Tibetan mastiff. Dogs, it looks very difficult to approach.

But every time I see you, this fierce and tough face unconsciously softens the cold edges and corners, converges the sharp barbs all over the body, and reveals a kind of frustrating helplessness. Come and hide well tenderly.

You rubbed his face and noticed that the red scales on the side of his face seemed to increase.

"Lal, will these scales grow longer?" You blinked and asked curiously.

Just because of your sudden intimacy, the stiff body of the dragon man who was at a loss when he heard your completely irrelevant words gave you a strange look, almost gritted his teeth and said: "...how would I know!"

Although his expression is so fierce and impatience, he still doesn't move, letting you do it, like a fierce large dog who wants to blow up and growl but forcibly endure it.

"Lal has become fierce lately." You tilted your head and asked in a dazed and confused manner: "Is it the one that upset you?"

Listening to the girl's slightly aggrieved innocent tone, the dragon man's body suddenly froze.

He didn't know how to expose the increasingly muddy **** and greed in front of the girl. If he were a real dragon, perhaps he could not bear to take the girl back to his lair and guard it firmly. , To prevent any outsiders from seeing her face, tear every **** who coveted her to pieces.

But he is just a lowly mixed race with impure blood. If he reveals his true face, perhaps what awaits him is no longer the soft talk and gentle smile of the girl, but like everyone else, full of disgust. Contemptuous eyes and knife-like alienation.

He didn't have the courage to gamble, nor did he dare to exchange this little bargaining chip for an impossible delusion.

He was just a coward who even himself despised.

But as the body matures, the instinct belonging to the evil dragon begins to awaken. The longer and more red dragon scales on the body are the obvious characteristics of the rapid growth and recovery of the dragon’s nature. Larut began to be unable to restrain his increasingly manic and disorderly nature. Every time I saw a girl, I became more and more unable to control the greed and darkness that surged up in my heart. On the one hand, I had to fight my instinct, and on the other hand, I had to suppress my only reason. The tortured dragon man is here. When facing a girl, she occasionally reveals some gloomy and violent nature.

This is the reason why Dragon Man's attitude towards you has become worse and worse recently.

Although you simply thought that his belated youth rebellion had begun.

"Lal, after everything is safe, will you come and pick me up home?" You suddenly said softly.

The dragon man's body suddenly stopped, he looked at you in amazement, as if he didn't understand what you just said.

You know that it is not easy to convince Larut, who is stubborn and withdrawn, but you, who are familiar with his cold outside and soft inside, know the correct way to smooth his hair.

You hooked his tail finger with your finger, and said softly like a kid: "Then we'll make an appointment like that."

Larut looked straight at you with his eyes open, his expression a little hard to say.

"You humans are too cunning." The Dragon Man gritted his teeth bitterly.

You curled your lips and showed a sly smile, "Because Lal is too stupid."

The dragon man stared at you with very fierce eyes.

You touched his head with a constant smile, and looked reluctantly at the long red hair that had grown a lot.

"Lal, how about I cut your head after you go back?"

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