The vast wilderness is dark.

In front of the huge bonfire.

Afura was sitting in front of the fire formation with her hands on her cheeks, looking at the bonfire formation burning in front of her, her eyes a little dazzled.

From the first time, I was very nervous and worried that my master would be burned by the flames.

Until now, I have become accustomed to the master's behavior.

Although I watched the bonfire array grow bigger and bigger, the flames burned bigger and longer, and the time burned longer.

But he watched the owner walk out of the fire safely again and again.

This ability that can only be explained by miracles.

Let Aphra now gradually gain a kind of almost blind trust in his master Morgan.

However, even though I have been with my master for half a month.

I also watched the owner walk into the bonfire with my own eyes for half a month.

But Aphra never really knew what the master was doing in the bonfire.

The master doesn't say it.

Of course she wouldn't ask.

But she knew that sooner or later she would know.

She was a little distressed lately.

Because the master still didn't touch her, even though the master still hugged her and went to sleep every day.

Because I know that men don’t like girls who are too thin.

Since she followed her master half a month ago, she has eaten a lot every day in order to get back to her original figure when she was at home as soon as possible.

Although I have gained a lot of weight compared to half a month ago, my body, face and chest have obviously increased a lot of flesh.

But because I do a lot, I drive and cook for a long time every day...

In addition, the weather has always been good, and her skin has turned yellower while growing fat, making her stronger.

Far less than her skin when she was at home.

Although she muttered to her master, the master stroked her arm and said that this wheat-colored skin is better, healthier, and more elastic.

But the master still didn't touch himself.

She felt the changes in her master's body when she slept with her master many times, especially in the early morning.

She knows what that is.

But the owner did not touch him, so he definitely could not seduce his master like those prostitutes and sluts standing at the door of the brothel.

She can't do it yet and is very uncomfortable.

A random thought...

Aphra suddenly lowered her head and pulled open the collar of her clothes and looked inside, muttering: "This is bigger than them..."

Just then.

"Shit..."

A strange scream suddenly came from around.

Aphra was startled.

Immediately got up and looked around.

The center of the turbulent burning charcoal array.

Morgan was excited and inexplicably looking at the little guy with an eggshell in front of him.

Adult domestic cats are of size, with orange-yellow eyes, and a slightly larger head. They are covered with small horns of varying heights from their foreheads to their necks, backs, and at the end of the long tail.

It seems to have no forelimbs.

But there was a pair of flesh wings that were obviously longer and wider than the body. The front end of the flesh wings had thick and sharp claws similar to the hind limbs. This obviously should be the forelimbs of this little guy.

Unlike the forelimbs linked to fleshy wings.

The little guy's hind legs were very conspicuous, thick, strong, and had sharp claws with hook-shaped claws.

Looking at the cool and stylish look of the little thing in front of me.

Among the few memories of Morgan, the most profound thing is the little guy who looks like this.

However, the three little guys he remembers are Daenerys Targaryen young dragon.

But the one in front of me is my own treasure.

Real baby dragon.

Although this little guy looks a little dark.

Yes, it is different from the colors of Daenerys Targaryen in memory.

The one in front of Morgan was really black. In addition to the orange-yellow eyes, the red tongue and neat and white fangs in the big mouth when he opened his mouth and screamed. The little guy was covered in black.

Morgan stared at the little guy in front of him without turning his eyes.

The little dragon crawled out of the eggshell and saw the huge figure in front of him, shaking his head left and right, constantly staring at Morgan.

Then, it seems that Morgan was regarded as his father and mother.

The dark little guy just glanced at him for a few seconds and immediately opened his mouth and shouted at him.

"Shit..."

Weird, tender, sharp, extremely penetrating.

It was just the first roar after birth.

Morgan immediately analyzed that the voice of the young dragon in front of him was very unusual.

Morgan was still staring at the little guy.

But the little dragon did not make any sound, but jumped into Morgan's arms while stepping on the eggshell, rubbing his little head constantly against Morgan's body, and then opened his big mouth towards Morgan.

"Is this hungry?"

Morgan immediately saw the little guy's behavioral needs.

However, according to some information he found from somewhere, it seems that the young dragon would eat and hatch its eggshell when it breaks through the air, saying that the eggshell is rich in nutrients.

And looking at the little guy with a big mouth in front of him.

This is a very rare opportunity to experiment.

So Morgan immediately reached out and picked up a piece of shattered black eggshell and handed it to the little guy.

The little young dragon looked at the eggshell handed by his father in front of him and bit it without saying a word.

But the next second.

"Click..."

After a crisp sound.

The little young dragon immediately opened his mouth and vomited out the broken eggshell that had broken into half.

Then he opened his mouth and shouted at Morgan again.

"Shit..."

"Shit..."

Looking at the little guy who opened his mouth to eat, and then the broken eggshell that was spit out by the little guy.

Morgan smiled.

This time he did not tease the little guy anymore, and a large piece of smoked pork leg appeared in his hand slightly.

When the little dragon who saw the appearance of the meat immediately rushed up, opened its mouth wide and began to tear the smoked pork leg meat.

Seeing the little guy's sharp teeth easily tear off the smoked pig legs that were stronger and tighter than raw pork, just like a razor.

Morgan was also out of the idea of ​​taking out a dagger to cut the flesh and feeding the little guy.

The huge charcoal fire array around is still burning.

Morgan no longer feels too uncomfortable about this.

After more than half a month of daily incubation.

His fire resistance is much higher than when he hatched dragon eggs in the basement of King's Landing for the first time.

Fire Array Center.

Morgan was watching his little guy patiently eat and was ecstatic.

Since arriving at King's Landing City, I have tried every means to inquire about Long Egg.
To be continued...