Chapter 36 - Training the Dragon (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“You idiot, you’ve burnt me again.

“This is the seventh one, the seventh one. Do you think it’s easy to find some seasoning in this godforsaken place?

“You want to starve me to death, right? Hurry up and eat it.”

The Little Overlord’s dragon flames grew a little bigger by accident, and the beast legs were burnt again.

Alan took it back and saw that it could not be eaten. He flew into a rage and ate all kinds of fruits and vegetables while feeding the little tyrant.

The little tyrant would rather die than eat it.

However, when Alan promised to let it go as long as it made a satisfactory dish, the little tyrant compromised.

Although he knew that the hope was slim, the little tyrant did not dare to gamble.

Facing such a guy who dared to eat poisonous fruits, who knew if he would eat dragon meat?!

Although dragon meat was poisonous, it could not be poisoned by the poisonous insects here.

Under Alan’s coercion and enticement, the Little Overlord had to eat these secret dishes.

Alan called it the CD operation.

Who knew that every grain of food on the plate was hard to eat?

After continuously eating the poison, the Little Overlord was like drinking wine, and he began to drift when he walked.

However, it was not without delicious food.

When the body was weak, the dragon flame automatically weakened.

At least it would not easily burn the beast’s leg.

Alan began to make his secret sauce again, and the little tyrant seized the opportunity to lower his head and hurry on.

Neither of them spoke, and the little tyrant automatically assumed that he was Alan’s chef and mount.

From the looks of it, this chef was not competent.

At least he had not made any meals that Alan was satisfied with.

However, the good thing was that he was familiar with the terrain here and was a qualified mount.

After Alan had eaten and drunk enough, he habitually cut off the vines and washed his hands with the juice.

The little tyrant carefully avoided the juice and wanted to remind Alan that it was highly toxic, but when he remembered that Alan used poison to spice up the juice, he stopped.

Perhaps there was a kind of person in this world who did not know what was toxic!

Alan recalled his past memories. He found a tree leaf from the rainforest and built a temporary shelter on the little tyrant’s broad back.

He also found a thick layer of moss from the ground and paved it, creating a temporary bed.

He laid on it and tried it out. It was soft and warm, extremely comfortable.

The little tyrant was immune to the fact that wherever Alan went, the poisonous insects would automatically escape.

Seeing that Alan had found a large piece of extremely poisonous soul grass from the edge of the swamp and had even spread it on his back, even the hard dragon scales were beginning to wrinkle. It could only rot in his stomach.

Alan had a famous saying, ‘what you eat, you nourish’.

If he told him that he was poisoned, not only would Alan not give him an antidote, but he would feed him even more poisonous bugs.

In this way, he would fight poison with poison, and eventually achieve the effect of being immune to all poisons.

It was said that Alan himself had achieved his current achievements in this way.

However, the little tyrant did not believe a word of it.

If it was true, there would not be so many demon beasts poisoned to death here every day.

After Alan had eaten and drunk his fill, he laid in the tent and leisurely took a nap. The little tyrant kept twitching his nose, and quickly shuttled through the rainforest.

There was a silk scarf tied to his head. It belonged to Qiu Ya.

Alan himself was an idiot for directions, so he handed this arduous and glorious task to the little tyrant.

He firmly believed that a dragon’s sense of smell was definitely stronger than his.

As long as he followed Qiu Ya’s scent, he would definitely be able to find her in time and save her from danger.