MM Racing Chapter 1320 Little Dragon is Sick
Chapter 1320 Little Dragon is Sick
And so, Shao Yun's family spent a peaceful and warm half-month at Nata's ranch.
In the past two weeks, there have been no sudden crises or unexpected guests, only the daily routine of cooking and cleaning and the company of family.
Besides receiving training from Sikh every day, Ying spends her time taking care of the baby with Shen He... getting closer to her own daughter.
In order to continue training Ying's combat skills, Siker temporarily stayed at Shao Yun's house.
Of course, she would never admit that half of the reason she stayed was because she was craving Shao Yun's three meals a day, let alone that she was "held back" by this lively, warm, and homey life.
After all, in her cold eyes, "cherishing the everyday" is really not "strong", right?
That morning, just as dawn was breaking, everything on the ranch was running smoothly as usual.
Ningguang busied herself in the kitchen for a while, and soon the ordinary breakfast was laid out on the table. Finally, she specially brought out a bowl of food prepared for Xiaolong's "potato pancakes".
Ningguang wiped her hands, carried the little dragon's food out of the room, and prepared to deliver it to the dragon's nest at the door.
But just a few seconds after stepping out of the room, she turned back in a panic, rushed into the dining room, and spoke with a hint of urgency in her voice.
"Something's wrong! Xiaolong is acting strange... He looks like he's sick?"
At that moment, Paimon, who had just woken up and was sitting at the dining table rubbing his eyes and yawning, instantly lost all sleepiness upon hearing "Xiaolong is sick."
She floated up and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with Little Dragon? Did it eat something bad or is it feeling unwell? I played with it last night, and it was perfectly fine!"
Ningguang was also unsure, so she could only point towards the doorway and explain with a frown:
"I can't quite explain it, but when I went to Longwo just now, I saw that it didn't rush over for food as usual. Instead, it lay listlessly next to the sheep. In short, it looked really strange."
Upon hearing this, Shao Yun and Ying forgot about breakfast and followed Paimon toward the door.
Inside the dragon's den at the entrance, the little dragon "Potato Pancake" curled up, listlessly leaning against the kneeling mother goat, its head drooping, looking like a weak little baby, pitiful and pitiful.
The mother goat looked down helplessly at the future fire dragon king who was clinging to her.
If it weren't for Shao Yun's sake, she would have pushed this clingy little guy away long ago.
But seeing how weak Xiaolong looked, she could only be patient and occasionally gently rub the potato pancake's head with her chin, as if giving it silent comfort.
Sunlight bathed the woman and the dragon. The mother goat's gentle movements, coupled with the little dragon's aggrieved expression, created a heartwarming scene of a succubus goat caring for a sick and adorable dragon cub.
This scene even has a strange sense of déjà vu, as if Gan Yu is taking care of Ruo Tuo.
Paimon flew to the edge of the dragon's nest, cautiously reached out his little hand and touched Potato Pancake's head, asking softly, "Potato Pancake, what's wrong? Does it hurt somewhere?"
Paimon, who floated out of the house, felt a pang of anxiety upon seeing the listless little dragon in the dragon's lair.
She quickly flew to the potato pancake, carefully reached out her little hand, gently stroked its head, and asked worriedly:
"Potato pancakes, did you eat something that upset your stomach? Was the fruit I fed you last night not fresh?"
But then I thought about it again. The fruit I ate yesterday was freshly picked and I was fine. How could Xiaolong have gotten a stomachache?
Little Dragon just let out a soft "ah" and shrank further into the mother goat's arms, looking like he was really uncomfortable.
Just then, Paimon suddenly remembered the Dragon Relics Research Association member named Manco.
When he first met Xiaolong, he said that Xiaolong's condition was not right, as if he was sick.
At the time, she and Ying both thought that Manco was a dragon dealer who wanted to take advantage of the baby dragons, and regarded him as a dragon dealer with ill intentions!
"Oh no!" Paimon slapped his head and exclaimed in panic, "Could it be... that our potato pancake is really sick all along, just like that guy Manco said?"
“We didn’t believe him at the time. What if it delayed its treatment?” The more Paimon thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his voice even trembled with tears.
Ying walked over to Paimon and gently patted her shoulder to comfort her, saying, "Don't worry, there's no use in worrying now. I'm not a professional doctor, so I can't figure out what's wrong with the potato pancake."
"Let's go and let Ifa take a look. He's the best dragon doctor in Nata, he'll definitely be able to figure out the problem."
Ifa's medical skills are quite well-known in Nata, and now we can only rely on him.
Shao Yun squatted by the dragon's nest, carefully observing the little dragon's breathing and condition. Upon hearing Ying's suggestion, he immediately nodded, strongly agreeing with the idea.
"Okay, that's a good idea! Let's go now, we can't delay any longer."
He stood up, turned and shouted towards the backyard, "Yuanshang! Get the carriage ready! We're going to the Xuanmu tribe today. You'll have to figure out how to deliver the milk yourself!"
At this moment, Yuan Shang was pouring the freshly squeezed milk from the morning into special milk jugs, preparing to load them onto a vehicle and take them to the Xuanmu tribe.
Upon hearing Shao Yun's order, he paused, stunned for a moment.
What do you mean I can't use your car? And I still have to deliver the milk myself?
But he didn't dare question Shao Yun's orders and quickly replied, "Ah? Oh, okay, no problem! I'll go and get the carriage right away!"
Not long after, Shao Yun led the carriage over. Ying carefully carried Xiao Long into the carriage, while Paimon sat beside him, gently stroking Xiao Long's back and whispering words of comfort.
The mother goat then took the opportunity to jump onto the car...
Watching Shao Yun hurriedly drive away in the carriage, Yuan Shang turned to look at the dozen or so cans of milk piled up like a small mountain on the ground, and was instantly stumped.
Without a horse-drawn carriage, how are we going to deliver so much milk to the Suspended Wood People tribe?
After hesitating for a moment, Yuan Shang gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "It's just a few cans of milk, right? It's no problem for me!"
He recalled how Shen He moved the Floating Life Stone and decided to emulate her and become a "Mountain Moving Taoist".
Yuan Shang found a sturdy rope and tied the milk cans together one by one, making a huge "milk bundle".
Then he took a deep breath, steadied himself in his horse stance, and roared, "My strength can uproot mountains, my spirit can cover the world!"
Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the vines with both hands, lifted the pile of milk jugs up, balanced them on his head, and ran swiftly towards the direction of the Suspended Wood People tribe.
Along the way, the Nata people who passed by couldn't help but stop and watch when they saw Yuan Shang running wildly with a bunch of milk jugs on his back, and they all talked about it.
"This young man is really strong!"
"Will this person participate in the Holy Night of Return to Fire Pilgrimage? It looks like it'll be quite interesting..."
Yuan Shang didn't care about other people's opinions; he only had one thought in his mind: deliver the milk as soon as possible and complete the task assigned by Mr. Shao Yun!
……
The morning sun shone on the tribal arena of the Nata Flower Feather Society, and the air was filled with the unique enthusiasm and restlessness of the Nata Flower Feather Society people.
This morning, a special "battle" is taking place here.
Chaska, the strongest warrior of the Flower Feather Society, and Diluc, the Mondstadt wine tycoon who has come from afar, compete against each other in a friendly contest over the topic of "winery tax rates".
It was less a negotiation and more a declaration of allegiance by the Nata people through battle.
The arena was already surrounded by members of the Flower Feather Society who were there to watch the excitement.
Diluc is dressed in his signature black outfit and holds a mercenary greatsword provided by the Flower Feather Society.
The enormous heavy sword felt as light as a toy in his palm.
With a flick of his wrist, the greatsword drew a sharp arc in the air, stirring up dust from the ground. His powerful and imposing figure instantly ignited the atmosphere of the entire arena.
"Miss Chaska, be careful!" Before Diluc finished speaking, he had already taken a step forward and slashed his greatsword toward Chaska, but he deliberately held back a lot of force.
It's just a friendly exchange; there's no need to go all out.
Chaska was already prepared, her wine-red, medium-length hair tied back, and she held an ordinary hunting bow in her hand.
Seeing Diluc's greatsword coming at her, she nimbly leaped backward, drawing an arrow at the same time. The moment the bowstring was fully drawn, a faint wind elemental force condensed at the tip of the arrow, and it shot towards Diluc with a "whoosh".
"Clang!" The arrow collided with the greatsword, producing a crisp metallic sound. In the instant sparks flew, Chaska used the recoil to retreat again, creating a safe distance.
The members of the Flower Feather Society surrounding the arena instantly erupted in cheers, which surged toward Chaska.
"Go Chaska!"
"Knock down that kid from Mondstadt!"
Several Natta people who had previously helped at the Diluc winery and witnessed his abilities also cheered for Diluc.
"Mr. Diluc, don't lose either!"
The two voices intertwined, adding even more excitement to the exchange.
Chaska's arrows were incredibly accurate, each one aimed at Diluc's exposed weaknesses, sometimes restraining his movements, sometimes forcing him to change the direction of his attack.
Diluc's greatsword, on the other hand, displays overwhelming power, each swing imbued with heavy fire elemental energy, yet it always manages to subtly retract its force just before striking Chascal.
The two exchanged blows, one as nimble as a dragon in the wind, the other as composed as an elegant knight. The swiftness of the bow and the ferocity of the greatsword clashed, creating countless wonderful moments that perfectly fulfilled the Nata people's fantasies of a "duel of the strong".
As time went on, the two remained evenly matched.
Finally, Chaska shot an arrow at Diluc's face, but Diluc effortlessly deflected it with his greatsword.
Immediately afterwards, both of them stopped moving, and the sparring match ended in a draw.