Jonavili was truly stuffed; she lay lazily on the ground without moving a muscle, her round belly bulging high as one dragon claw idly patted her abdomen.
"Burp~"
Jonavili couldn't help but let out a comfortable burp, and a wave of sleepiness washed over her body.
To be honest, she really wanted to just bask in the sun like this, lying comfortably on the riverbank for a wonderful sunbath.
Although she had reincarnated as a white dragon and, by habit, preferred cold places over sunbathing, Jonavili's human soul and white dragon soul had fused together, and she no longer rejected the feeling of warmth.
However, Jonavili didn't particularly like being close to the scorching red dragons; after all, the aura around them was far too hot, which made her dragon body feel uncomfortable.
Forcibly suppressing the sleepiness in her heart, Jonavili grabbed the rockclaw magic crocodiles she had killed in each claw and took off with a heavy beat of her dragon wings.
Although they were a bit heavy for her, her physical strength was extremely powerful; even if she couldn't compare to Furiel right now, it didn't mean she was weak.
In this way, the white wyrmling, barely over three meters long, carried two nearly nine-meter-long rockclaw magic crocodiles and flew toward the upper reaches of the Sam River.
With this heavy load, Jonavili's flight speed was noticeably slower, and it took her half an hour to return to the dragon nest.
As soon as she landed, she dropped the two crocodiles onto the ground with a heavy thud.
'Phew~ finally here, I'm exhausted.'
Jonavili sighed inwardly, shaking her two aching white dragon claws and stretching the dragon wings on her back a few times.
Feeling something, she stopped her movements and looked into the cave.
A pair of fiery red vertical pupils were slowly approaching her; Jonavili knew that the true master of this dragon nest had awakened.
Before Furiel could even speak, Jonavili trotted up to her, nuzzling her chest affectionately with her round dragon head.
She was pushed away by a disgusted Furiel, but Jonavili wasn't bothered; she grabbed her with one claw while pointing outside the cave with the other, looking quite anxious.
"Awoo awoo~ awoo~"
"Awooo awooo~~ awoo~"
Furiel looked at the slightly excited Jonavili and then glanced outside the cave; she had sensed the things Jonavili had brought back long ago.
Her red dragon claws moved as she walked outside the cave under Jonavili's lead, and the first things she saw were the two rockclaw magic crocodiles.
Furiel looked at Jonavili with a hint of surprise.
"You caught these two rockclaw magic crocodiles?"
The white wyrmling proudly closed her eyes and puffed out her chest, looking like she was begging for praise.
Furiel naturally saw through her thoughts and, after a moment of hesitation, finally spoke.
"Hmm, you did very well."
Having received the praise, Jonavili was stunned for a moment; she hadn't expected this dragon to actually give her a compliment, but she soon pretended to be very satisfied, happily nuzzling Furiel.
Furiel pushed her away again.
"So, what's this about? Are you just here to show off and get my praise?"
Jonavili pretended not to understand, tilting her round dragon head in confusion before pointing at the rockclaw magic crocodiles, then at Furiel, and finally patting her own small belly.
Furiel understood her gestures, and her mouth split into a wide grin.
"So they're to curry favor with the great Furiel; it seems you're not too stupid after all."
Although Jonavili felt disdain in her heart, she still happily nuzzled Furiel on the surface.
This behavior was very effective on Furiel; she squinted her eyes with pleasure and held her dragon head high, enjoying Jonavili's actions.
But before long, Jonavili could no longer resist the heavy sleepiness; her movements grew smaller and smaller until she finally closed her eyes.
Looking at the white dragon who had fallen asleep leaning against her, Furiel unexpectedly didn't push her away this time.
Her crimson dragon eyes gazed at the white wyrmling stained with some blood, her thoughts unknown.
Then, she grabbed the back of Jonavili's neck with her left claw, a rockclaw magic crocodile with her right, and wrapped her thick, powerful red dragon tail around the other crocodile.
Though she was only a wyrmling, the toned muscles on her body were already faintly visible.
Furiel dragged them into the cave by force and then fell into a deep sleep.
...
By the time Jonavili woke up again, the rockclaw magic crocodiles lying before her were already emitting a smell of decay.
She had clearly intended to freeze them for storage, but she had forgotten.
Hunger made her disregard everything else, and she opened her dragon maw to dig in.
A dragon's stomach is like a furnace installed within the body; let alone a bit of rotting meat, even hard metal cannot escape the fate of being digested.
Even when some wyrmlings are starving and the mother dragon is too lazy to go out and forage, they will choose to eat soil and rocks.
However, this behavior is too disgraceful; unless they are starving until their vision goes dark, almost no true dragon would choose such a way of eating.
After barely lining her stomach and making herself less hungry, Jonavili felt that the slightly rotting crocodile meat before her was no longer appetizing at all.
Joke's on that, she wasn't a black dragon, so how could she possibly like eating this kind of meat?
Her crystal blue dragon eyes stared at the rockclaw magic crocodile before her; if she didn't want to eat this, her only choice was to go out and forage.
But as a dragon, she was naturally quite lazy, not to mention Jonavili had a bit of a procrastination problem in her past life; with food right in front of her, she was simply too lazy to move.
In that case, she only had one solution.
Her white dragon maw opened, and a fan-shaped Frost Breath sprayed out, quickly freezing the rockclaw magic crocodile before her.
Looking at her masterpiece, Jonavili narrowed her eyes with pleasure.
"Mm~ this should do it."
With that, Jonavili began to eat, and after finishing her meal, she lay down to sleep again.
Jonavili slept for four days this time; the familiar cramping pain returned to her belly, and though she couldn't say why, she just knew she had slept for four days.
Jonavili slowly woke up inside the cave, and the first thing she saw was Furiel lying there fast asleep.
Knowing the red dragon's personality well, she didn't dare disturb her, slowly standing up and tiptoeing toward the cave entrance.
This time, Jonavili didn't choose the plains; instead, she wanted to use the hunt as an opportunity to explore the surrounding area.
And her target was the Sleeping Forest.
The white draconic shadow flew over the forest; every tree here was thirty meters tall, and this was only the outskirts of the Sleeping Forest.
After flying for a few minutes, her dragon eyes, more powerful than an eagle's, soon spotted two mirage-grass deer.
One mirage-grass deer was four meters long and three meters high, while the other was smaller, barely over a meter long; one could tell at a glance that it was a fawn.
The introduction from her draconic inheritance automatically surfaced in her mind.
[Mirage-grass deer, a solitary herbivorous magic beast; the downy fur on its body is light green, just like small grass.
It can use basic innate magic—Wood Vine Entanglement; its maximum growth limit can reach the Silver 4th Circle.
The antlers of the stags are broad and thick, wrapped with dark green vines; some older ones may even have mushrooms growing on their antlers, possessing high aggressiveness and distinct features.
These deer are highly alert and incredibly fast, but their meat is fresh and delicious, making them very suitable as a pre-meal snack.
If possible, kill them by surprise; if you encounter a mother and child, this dragon suggests eating the fawn in front of the doe. Their tragic wailing paired with the fresh fawn meat is truly an incomparable delicacy; more importantly, maternal love will drive them to run back to protect the young deer. — Black Dragon Amos.]
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