How to start with a novel called “I found a dragon”?
How to start with a novel called “I found a dragon”? – What?
After the car accident, I crossed.
It’s ridiculous to be picked up by a dragon for pets.
Dragon: Shake hands.
I lift the left scratch.
“Hold your right hand.”
I lift right claws.
“Sit down.”
Turn around.
“Rolling.”
I said, “Fuck you!”
I’m done!
I’m only a dragon’s hand, and now he’s putting a roasted potato bigger than me in his little nest.
The dragon had red eyes, and his eyes were raised like cats, and dark coats covered his body, so he could see sharp teeth in his mouth.
When he first met, he took care of two rats who wanted to drag me into a hole and eat me.
He’s so violent, but now he’s looking at me with a nice ear.
I guess he probably wants me to accept his feeding.
Well, for him to save me and for me, I’m already starving on the back of my chest.
Except for the big ones, the sweet potatoes look as flat as in my old world.
The potatoes are still hot, and I touched them carefully.
It’s too hot!
I scared my hands back.
It’s like you don’t like it.
He touched my head with his finger, and he touched my head with his finger.
“Whoop-hoo-hoo.”
I said, “What?”
Forgive me, I really don’t understand dragon.
The dragon was silent for a moment, and he realized, and he blew his mouth at the potatoes.
The wind is too strong, I sit my ass on the floor and my hair is flying like a hairline.
The dragon’s edible thumbs rounded up and grabbed me by my collar. He took a little spoon and dug a little piece of sweet potatoes in front of me.
I bit it with a spoon. It’s sweet. It’s no different than the world.
“Hoo-hoo.”
The dragon on top of his head made a strange noise, and I looked up, and his eyes bent into two moon teeth, probably laughing.
And the next second, the cold, cold sound of the system blows in my head.
“Ding, Liao Wing plus one.”
“The host would like to continue its efforts to trigger a hidden mission when the target is well received. If the hidden task is accomplished, the host can return to the original world and achieve a wish.”
I’ll be cool soon.
So I tied the system?
I can’t help but feel the hope of coming home.
But who is Liao-hye?
This dragon?
For a moment, the dragon dug a small piece of potatoes in front of me with a spoon.
In order to confirm my guess, I received the dragon’s pitching, and then strung with his rough claws.
And the claws of the dragon shivering softly. And indeed, the next second, I hear.
“Ding, Liao-Yi plus two.”
Yes!
This dragon is my target, and it looks simple and good!
I spent the rest of the night trying to put on a sticker and do what I had to do.
Everything’s going well. Liao-hwai’s feelings were pulled up to 20.
I fell asleep in the nest he had built for me, and I woke up the next morning after hearing the sound of ingrained rise.
I wasn’t completely awake yet, and the dragon stabbed me in the head with his finger.
“Hey, little guy, wake up?”
I’m nodding my head.
Then fuck, who’s talking to me!
Sleep was woken, and I looked up and I saw a thin face.
The early morning sun fell on the young ink hair, which was dyed with light gold. The boy was tall and thin, and a long scar ran over his eyebrow.
He’s holding on to me with a cold face. A red eye was familiar, and I saw two little horns above his head.
At the top of the left corner there was a slight loss, as was the dragon.
I’m in shock. This guy’s not the dragon that picked me up, is he?
I couldn’t stop staring at him, and he was holding hands, and he put the book on the table in the bag and he said, “Are you hungry?”
Liao-wei’s voice is beautiful, it’s cold, and it’s tickling.
“When the chicks are hungry, their heads are raised and their mouths are opened, waiting to be fed.”
“You’re like this.”
He pulled the drawer and pulled out a fine iron box from it. The lid opens up and is neatly placed in a row of bear cookies.
“Can you eat this?”
I said, “Yes.”
But apparently he told me that he didn’t understand what I was talking about.
At that point, the system sounded in my head:
“The host, Liao Yiu, cannot understand you now.”
“The reason you understand him now is the reward you brought him to twenty last night.”
“Now you have three options.”
At the same time, an interface appeared in front of me…
Would you like to hear your voice:
A. Ow!
It’s B.
C. Hoo-hoo!
I:
I picked an ace, then I bit the bear’s ear in the eye, and cheered to show I liked it.
It sounds like:
Systems: “Refuel host, try to brush your senses to unlock more sound.”
I:
What do you want?
Liao-wai was in a good mood, and he laughed and told him to look at his house, and then he was going to leave with his bag on his back.
Wait a minute, he’s gone. How am I supposed to feel?
And everything in this world is amplified to me a hundred times. If I run into rats or wildcats again, I’ll be eaten without bones.
I jumped and made a sound, and I screamed:
“Ooh! Ow! Ow!
Liao-hui stopped and looked back at me, “What’s wrong?”
I was nervous and I made a hug.
Liao Ziu proceeded to cry, and as soon as he walked back to the desk and reached out to me, I jumped over and held his thumb.
“Ooh-ooh!”
“Want to come with me?”
I looked at him with my head on my head.
Liao Yiu put his thumb at my head, “I can’t help you.”
Said he grabbed me in his hand and stuffed me in his pocket on his left chest.
It’s very close to his heart, and I can feel his heart beating, and a big chest.
I’m sure the dragon’s body must be good!
There’s warm, warm, comfy clothes.
I couldn’t stand it. I put my head in his back.
“Happy?” He asked.
I responded by holding his muscles and touching them.
Liao-Yi spoiled the drowning, “Soft.”
I:
Shouldn’t that be the same stupid dog we were talking about?
Liao-hye went to school, and I lamented that even dragons could not escape the friction of education.
When he was in the classroom, a yellow hair with red horns waved at him: “He’s here.”
The yellow hair had a bag of sugar in his hand, and Liao went over there and said, “Let me have a taste of it.”
“Isn’t he the one who hates sweetness? Since when do you eat sugar?”
“To my little pet.”
I’m going to take a piece of sugar and I’m going to take an orange hard sugar in my pocket.
I put out my hands and kept my face on his fingertips. The dragon’s fingertips are cold and the smell of tobacco is dim.
And he’s like, “You know, little things are really nice.”
So, the next second is…
“Ding, Liao Wing plus one.”
Mmm! This dragon is too easy to attack!
And We ate in the pocket of a small shirt with a candy nest as big as a basketball, when my heart was full of joy, but I turned to my yellow eyes.
And the eyes of those eyes were raised, as were the eyes of Liao, as though they were so close to me as hate would not be put on me.
What’s most uncomfortable is the undisguised smell of play in those eyes, like I’m some kind of new little toy.
I was unconscious, and I pulled into my shirt.
The feeling of fear and fear was noticed, and he reached out and covered his shirt.
“Why can’t he watch it?” It’s that yellow-haired voice.
“My little pet is shy and can’t help but see.”
In the last row of the classroom, Liao-wei’s seat is at the window, a school built on cliffs that can see the dragon’s country through clean glass.
Liao-hye took his class seriously, and his tall nose was covered in glasses.
He held the frugal black plumb in the hands of his fingertips, brushing the words I can’t read.
“Look what you.” The sound of the low and low was on top of my head, and he pushed me to my head with his thumb: “I’m in my way of writing.”
I sat at the desk, and he was squeezing my hair, and I looked at him.
Liao-hye whispered to me, “Was it boring? Want to mess up?”
He pulls out a tissue out of his pocket, rubbing it softly at my mouth: “The sugar licks all over my face, and it’s actually in the textbooks.”
I:
What do you mean you’re right?
Mr. Liao-hye saw my doubts, and his right finger pointed a little at the black and white picture of the book:
“Well, look here.”
It’s a bit abstract, but it’s invisible to see people in the form of…
It’s like I’m trying to answer my doubts.
“This is you.”
“The textbooks state that the original micromanage is extremely small, has insufficient brain capacity and is easy to catch. Can do —”
“Emergency food supply”.
I:!
Chicken books, ruin my life!
I sleep best in my life in class. Even now.
The speech of Mr. Long’s teacher from the podium is like a reading in my ear, and today’s heavy weather is so heavy that the little rain thief is fit to sleep.
I sat my legs on the desk, and soon I started pecking rice.
I fell on the wood table. I was unconscious, and I reached for it.
I sat in my arms and I took a comfy position to lie down with my hands around his thumb and I began to cry and sleep.
Liao Wing’s thumb stomped on my flesh’s cheek, and I protested, with my eyes closed, saying, “Aw!
I heard you laugh.
“Oh, that’s pretty good.”
It’s a sleepout until noon, they’re out of class.
“Philip, why are you still going to Old Doo tonight?”
Liao-hye kept going on and said, “No.”
His left hand was long and he held it together, with his one-hand fist around his wrist, “Hitch–“
Lugo says, “What’s up with Brother Hua?”
“The hands are numbed by emergency food.”
LUX:
I:
Liao-hye didn’t rush back after school, and he went into the library and borrowed a book called “The Book.”
“On how to fatten your native microns.”
Fat and strong…
It’s more chewy, isn’t it?
I hanged on my pocket unloved, and he saw it so fast.
In the fragrance of the silence of the needles, a few loud sounds came out:
“Grunting.”
“Koo-oo.”
And I was scared of an entire person in a small pocket, with a burning cheek, and ashamedly pressed on his stomach.
The dragons who were studying themselves in the library heard them all and looked at them. They choked, and he looked back with horror and terrorized the curious dragons.
He raised his hand and shot the small group in his front chest pocket.
That’s right on my ass.
(Modified)
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
