I Fell into the Beast World and Picked up a Small White Dragon.

Three years after the end of the world, Wei Feifei was forced down a cliff by level six zombies. When she opened her eyes again, she fell into a strange forest full of giant trees and full of aura. She had thunder powers on her body and carried the heirloom Spirit Spring Space in her arms. Before she could figure out the situation, she picked up a bleeding "little white snake" in the grass - it had horns on the top of its head and claws on its belly. It was clearly a dragon. She said: I want to support you. He was speechless and wrapped the tip of his tail tightly around her wrist. The next day, when the sky was bright, the little white dragon that had been pestering her all night turned into a human form. With silver hair reaching his waist and cold eyebrows, the two-meter-tall figure stood at the entrance of the cave and looked at her aggrievedly. His pretense of weakness was seen through, and his life experience was clearly explained: the ancient white dragon, whose clan had been extinct for thousands of years, had just turned two months old, was driven out of its territory by a sixth-level ape orc, and was chased by a female orc from the fox tribe with six orcs to make him a beast slave. Wei Feifei slapped him: shut up and eat first. In the last three years of the last days, she didn't trust anyone, but she inexplicably raised a homeless white dragon. She originally planned to heal his injury and go their separate ways, but those auspicious phoenix eyes looking at her became more and more gentle and dependent, and she couldn't get rid of him. "Do you want to help me regain my territory?" "Grow some meat first and then we'll talk about it. If the skeleton is laid out, it will fall over when the wind blows." "... Oh." The long silver-white hair swayed in the morning wind, like moonlight falling all over her body.