[Western Fantasy Campus Group Portrait|Upgrade Stream|Micro Wasteland Apocalypse|Bamboo Horse Bamboo Horse~]
The dragon tribe in the extremely cold land advocates force.
Wen Teng, a warrior of scorching sun fire, is determined to sweep across the entire dark abyss.
The training within the clan is strict;
Each new generation of little dragons will be personally taught by the clan leader to become an excellent warrior.
The only exception in the past hundred years is Bai Zhong, a little white dragon who can't transform even at the age of five.
It's so small, its wings are like balls of cotton, and its tiny paws can't even smash an apple.
Patriarch: Too worried about the dragon!
It really can't be taught.
The clan leader decided to send Bai Zhong to the distant academic capital of Kalawa City to receive college education.
Five-year-old Xiaolong went out to study with a small baggage on his back.
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Later, the flag of Bai Zhong's holy demon hunting group blew across the continent, and the fierce flames of war rolled into every inch of the invaded mud and demonic abyss.
Indeed, he rules the entire continent with great prestige.
Just,
Long: Why are you a magician?
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Karova City - The gorgeous moonlight magic pagoda twinkles in the distance, and the green heart of life nourishes every living being who steps into the city.
The Floating Academy writes the epic of the strong, and there are a dazzling array of shops along the road.
The classmates are friendly and the teachers are kind.
Bai Zhong, who had never left the cold dragon territory, fell in love with it.
Everything is fine, except for his deskmate Andersel, who doesn't seem to like him very much.
He just looked at him with disdain with his wine-red eyes and turned his head.
The small wings like heavy white clouds drooped down in frustration.
But don't worry.
Because the next morning, Bai Zhong opened the door of the dilapidated mushroom dormitory and saw his vampire classmate Andersel in front of the door.
Six-year-old Andersel, wearing a red velvet cloak coolly, with red eyes as bright as roses, held Bai Zhong's paw with his little hand and walked out.
He couldn't see his deskmate who worked hard to make progress, ate dry energy grass every day, and lived in a small, dark and dilapidated mushroom house.
He wants to help him!
He tried to pretend to be cold and calm his childish voice, "... Can you please live with me in the castle?"
"You can sleep in my coffin..."
Article about raising Zaizai. Five or six-year-old Zaizai becomes the glory of the mainland.
Sweet and pretty little white dragon*arrogant and stinky fake vampire
Ps:
★Professional settings: magician, warrior, maker, priest, assassin, summoner (a messy private setting of Western Fantasy)
★A chaotic micro-waste plot | trace elements of time travel
★_★The author's copywriting is rubbish, thank you for watching this~
(Take out the magic stone and give it to you~Welcome to join the magic journey (-ε-))
Intention: Grow up seriously and hard
