บท 980: Wedding Dress Skill

The silver-scaled aqua dragon was injured, and it was the one from earlier. It seemed as if its fight with Yaksha had been a brutal one. But even though it was injured, if it still sought to pick a fight with him, Han Sen couldn't use super king spirit mode or even hope to beat it.

"This kid is cute..." Han Sen patted the little dragon's head and looked awkward, all in an attempt to hide what he had been doing.

Roar! The silver dragon roared at Han Sen.

A gust of spittle and wind blew Han Sen back a few steps.

The saliva that now caked him made him sick, and an overwhelming stench of fish rolled over him.

Han Sen thought this signaled a need to fight, but all the dragon did was roar. It didn't do anything else, and perhaps that was because he had freed it from incarceration, earlier.

The baby white dragon happily ran over to the silver dragon and jumped on its back. It, too, then roared.