I, Lich, Can Raise a Dragon [Western Fantasy] - Chapter 5

Sang Ni, who had walked to the door, looked back and smiled: “Go to open up wasteland.”

Long: “…You mean yesterday’s vegetable garden?”

God’s vegetable garden.

Sang Ni gritted her teeth: “It was a rare magical plant that I planted before.” She didn’t say nonsense, the soulgrass is quite rare, but it is mainly not planted.

“Don’t be angry, I really didn’t mean it.” Long said kindly.

“Don’t be angry?” Sang Ni repeated with a smile: “Originally, you were going to let me go back one by one, but you were in a coma for too long, and now I have all planted them.”

“Then, I’m sorry?” Long said hesitantly.

Sang Ni continued to smile: “You already said this yesterday.”

The dragon was a little messy by her: “Then if you pull it out, I will plant it again for you?”

“It’s really hard for you.” Sang Ni smiled and laughed, laughing so much that Long was uncomfortable.

“…Whatever you want.” Long looked at her with a pitiful face.

…How can I put it, Yan is probably a kind of metaphysics to Sang Nilai, which is not very effective at all times. She ignored the whole process when her focus was not on this, but now she is inexplicably pleased by a look in her eyes.

“Come on, the wound won’t bleed anymore, go and water me first.” Sang Ni decisively pushed the bucket into his hand, intending to push him away, but after thinking about it, he felt like he was a little scumbag.

But before she could speak again, there was no conscious dragon who was a sick person and went out carrying the bucket.

The whole scene is full of the embarrassment of the kindergarten big class bullying the small class.

“You are so naive,” Eriweier commented.

Sang Ni thought for a while, and agreed: “No way, after all, I’m still young.”

“…” As a three-hundred-year-old elf baby, Erie Weier couldn’t refute it.

“What are you going to do with him?” Elevier pointed to the outside of the tent: “You don’t really want to raise a dragon, do you.”

“What if I really want to?” Sang Ni raised his eyebrows, and then told the truth under the helpless gaze of Elevier: “Just kidding, let him go when he finishes pouring the water. Generally speaking, he doesn’t What trouble caused, now this injury is nothing to the Dragon Clan, that is, it is temporarily unable to fly, and thinking about it carefully, his amnesia is not my pot at all.”

Her nightmare didn’t have the effect of clearing the memory, and it was all because of the suddenness and confusion that happened at the time.

Eri Weier nodded noncommitantly and continued to read with her neck down. She couldn’t stop what Sang Ni wanted to do in important matters, and it was a psychological preparation to ask.

Sang Ni waited in the tent for a while and didn’t see the dragon coming back. While thinking about not letting him water the water and let him go, he walked out of the tent.

Then she walked out and found that something was wrong.

Where is the grass she just grew?

Where did this large flower field, which is almost half a person tall, come from?

And seeing the flowers are grateful, the result will be soon!

“Do you… is it necessary?” Sang Ni was shocked and figured out for a moment.

There is a reason why Yinhuncao has no race.

On the one hand, the effect of chicken ribs can only be used to gather souls that are not too broken, on the other hand, the growth cycle is too long.

It takes seven years for a Sang Ni to grow naturally from seeding to maturation. Even if Sang Ni uses the most effective growth agent, it will take at least two years.

Coupled with some other methods, it would take her at least a year to plant all the soul-inducing grasses in this field.

So how did the dragon make this plant grow wildly to maturity?

“It’s just used some blood, maybe it has not shed much before.” Long explained naturally, as if he had just lost scales.

There are many uses for dragon blood, one of which is not widely known is as a powerful catalyst for magical plants.

However, since the founding of the Dragon Empire, the sale of any part of the dragon is an act of provoking the authority of the empire. The value of dragon blood has soared to sky-high prices on the black market, and the sale of futures that are unknown hundreds of years ago.

It has been a long time since no one has tried to use fresh dragon blood as a growth catalyst.

Sang Ni watched as the soul-inducing grass that had just sprouted in the first place was bearing fruit in front of her.

She should be happy, but she feels a little uncomfortable now.

Well it is very uncomfortable.

Dragon’s own cut wrist was still bleeding, perhaps because he was worried that the wound would heal quickly and the blood would not be enough for him to cut it extremely deep.

Sang Ni threw a stack of Hemostatic Curses over without saying a word.

Long looked a little pale with excessive blood loss, and looked at her carefully: “Are you still not angry?”

“No, I’m not angry.” Sang Ni said, almost gritted his teeth.

“…Oh.” Long wondered if you thought I was a fool. This was not a tone of indignity.

He looked paler, still a bit wronged.

“Anyway, thank you for your help.” Sang Ni struggled for a while, and said, “Your injury is not healed, so let’s go back to the tent and rest.”

“I’m fine…” Long subconsciously refused.

In fact, he didn’t think so much, this human saved him, he was just helping as much as he could. After all, she seemed to really value the grass, although he didn’t recognize what it was.

What’s more… Is the physical fitness of male creatures something that can be questioned.

Sang Ni didn’t listen to his nonsense at all, and directly put down a quiet coma curse and sent the dragon back to the tent floating in the air.

I believed in your evil, she thought silently: I had just been seriously injured, and I dared to bleed, if I changed my race, I would have killed myself.

“What’s the matter?” In the tent, Erie Weier stood up in surprise.

As Sang Ni put the dragon on the bed, he explained, “He bleeds himself and urges all the soul-grabbing plants outside.”

“Then this is…” He lost too much blood and fainted? Ai Li is a little uncertain.

“I was dizzy, let him rest for a while and don’t die again.” Sang Ni sighed, “Aili, do you know how to make the blood-tonifying potions used by the dragon clan?”

“There is no such thing.” Aili replied helplessly: “Dragon blood itself contains magic power, which is very different from human beings.”

“Yes, I want to make trouble.” Sang Ni grabbed his hair a little irritably: “I’ll go out and take care of the outside first. You watch here, don’t let him come out and make trouble.”

After speaking, he ran out hurriedly, as if in a hurry.

In fact, she just looked at Long’s bloodless face, and she was panicked.

Where is this silly and sweet.

She thought to herself.

At any rate, it is also a race on the mainland that needs strength and strength, status and status. Is blood something to be put away, so it doesn’t mean face?

Strictly speaking, Sang Ni saved his life, but the account cannot be calculated like that.

Originally, I wanted to bully a little bit, but when the blood was released, she looked like a villain who wanted to repay her.

It seemed that even if she didn’t become a frenzied evil lich, she wouldn’t be able to escape being a villain.

Sang Ni felt it necessary to reflect on it.

However, these will be considered later.

She patted her face and turned her attention to the soul-grabbing grass.

The branches and leaves of mature Yinhungrass are all black, and only the top fruit is like a small light bulb, exuding a faint light.

There is a fragmented soul inside.

This fruit can only exist for one night, and when the first ray of light appears in the early morning, it is when it disappears.

It was midnight, and Sang Ni’s time was running out.

In order to prevent the casting effect from causing any difference, she took off the alchemy ring that she used to disguise herself as a living person.

The young and beautiful body faded, revealing the terrifying truth of the lich.

On the lifeless skin, the purple-black blood vessels are like some kind of cursed lines, and the soul fire disappears occasionally in the black hole’s eye socket.

The long skirt turned back to a black robe, hung empty on the body, and the edges of the broken hem covered the feet.

Looks like all evil undead creatures.

She chanted a spell, and the soul enslaved by the contract flashed out of the fruit.

The soul that regained consciousness has memories from before a lifetime, and naturally knows what happened.

There is comfort and forgiveness.

“It’s not your fault, you have done your best.”

“Speaking of it, you should avenge me.”

“I didn’t suffer much from the calculation.”

There are resentments and curses.

“Aren’t you pretty good, didn’t you die in the end?”

“Do you think that by pretending to be present, you can assume that nothing has happened?”

Hundreds of undead crowded around her, making her a headache.

“Everyone.” She had to use the power of the contract to calm them down: “I’m not here to ask you for forgiveness.”

“I never regret what I did.”

“I just want to say-“

She gave a mocking smile:

“Bye bye you~”

After the words are finished, the contract is broken.

The undead rejoined reincarnation.

Sang Ni laughed and watched the undead disappear from his eyes.

She stiffly put on the camouflage ring and regained her human appearance.

“You can go.” She smiled and asked: “Then what should I do?”

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