When Gris penetrated his mind deep into the dragon egg and solemnly expressed his name, the consciousness in the dragon egg returned to a moment of confusion, and kept repeating the fluctuations of "me", "name", and "gris". Obviously, the soul born from the dragon egg has no self-knowledge and does not have the concepts of "me" and "name". The soul in the dragon egg is purer than a newborn baby.

When encountering such an object that cannot be communicated with, no matter how wise a person is, he will be at a loss, but Gris doesn't. He has encountered too many such situations in the world of death, and most of his similarities are as pure as this soul.

After exploring his thoughts deep into the dragon egg, Gris turned to Lenafe and said, "Can you release it?"

Lenafe's huge body weighing hundreds of tons popped up from the pile of gems incredibly, and her huge head came directly to Gris, and said excitedly: "Can you...can you let it go? No... there will be no problem?"

Lenafei's big eyes flashed with a very complicated look. After two hundred years, she was completely desperate. According to the practice of the dragon clan, the dragon eggs that could not be hatched would be buried, but this dragon egg was bred, which made Lenafei unable to bear it.

The main purpose of bringing Gris back is to translate the fluctuations of the soul inside so that Lenafe can know whether her child is happy or painful. If possible, she hopes to break the dragon egg so that she can see her child.

This was just a glimmer of luxury in her heart, and she didn't hold too much hope. She couldn't expect that her luxury hope would be realized in a blink of an eye. At this moment, Lenafei was both excited, nervous, and worried, which was very complicated.

Gris shook his head quickly. Undead is the most tenacious creature in the world. Not to mention breaking dragon eggs, even if the bones in the body are broken into pieces, it will be fine.

"So quickly, let it go." Lenafei stretched her head on the dragon egg, then retracted nervously, looking at a loss.

The dragon is worthy of being the most powerful creature in the world. It is as high as three meters in one egg alone, and the thickness of the eggshell is more than an inch. If it were an ordinary person with bare hands, it would be difficult to break it. But of course, it is impossible for Gris to smash it down, and the eggshell broke open.

Losing the eggshell, the things inside were scattered all over the floor. In two hundred years, even the dragon eggs would smell, beating, and the young dragons that had been formed but could not be born had long been corroded into a pile of white bones. Once the eggshells were broken, these bones that had lost their skin and flesh protection would naturally fall apart.

"Roar!" A huge roar that was shaking exploded, surging back and forth in the closed cave, shaking the entire cave, and the gravel on the top of the cave fell down.

"My child!" Lenafe's roar was terrifying: "How could this happen? Didn't you say that nothing would happen?! Why did it become like this?!" If Gris was not standing next to the dragon egg and the bones scattered around him were surrounding him, Gris was really afraid that Lenafe would knock him flatten him in an instant.

Gris picked up the skull of the young dragon at the fastest speed in his life, input a trace of soul energy, and then raised the skull high to Qian Lennuffy.

It turned out that the deadly young dragon skull, guided by Gris' soul energy, illuminated eyes and slowly flashed with inexplicable light.

Most of the undead creatures born in the world of death are nurturing the breath of death, gathering many soul fragments, so they have the instinct of a system of creatures. However, the soul fire in the dragon egg is nurturing the soul of a young dragon, pure as a piece of white paper. Because it has not been born yet, this dragon soul does not even have the most basic biological instinct.

It doesn’t know how to walk or eat, so this soul doesn’t even know how to control its body. No wonder it doesn’t break the eggshell and run out.

Gris used his soul energy to guide the soul in the skull, so that it knew how to control its body. Therefore, the next moment when the eye sockets light up, the jaw of the dragon skull opened and closed.

"Ah?! What is it saying? What is it saying?" Lenafe suddenly turned sad to joy. Seeing the young dragon's mouth open and closed, she thought her child was talking, so she asked in a hurry.

This is just the subconscious action of the young dragon who just said he could control his body. It was meaningless. Gris shook his head and asked instead: "What is its name?"

"Name?" Lenafe was stunned. Her child died before she was born. For a dragon egg, the name was meaningless, so she didn't name it at all.

According to the convention of the dragon clan, the name is composed of the male dragon's surname, the female dragon's surname and its own name. However, can the young dragon's current existence still be recognized by the male dragon?

"It's called...Felya...Felya, by the way, is it male or female?" After hesitating for a while, Lenafei decided not to be the surname of the male dragon, so she mainly used her surname, and then she found that she didn't know whether the child was male or female.

Gris and Lenafe's eyes swept through the pile of bones on the ground, and finally fell to the place where the juvenile dragon's pelvic bones were supposed to be. Then he found that the place where there should be something was now empty, and all non-boneous things had long been corroded, so how could it be clear whether it was male or female.

Through in-depth research, human necromancers found that the human bones and female pelvises are a little wider than those of males, but no mage has ever studied whether the dragon is like this.

Lenafe glanced at Gris and asked for help: "Can you see it?"

Gris is even more impossible to see that undead creatures have never had the concept of male and female.

Two heads, one big and one small, got together, and after studying for a while, they still couldn't tell whether the young dragon was male or female. In the end, Lenafei gave up this kind of tragic behavior and said helplessly: "Just call Firya Susanna."

"Your name is Susanna, my name is Gris, and her name is Lenafe." Gris pointed at the three creatures in the field one by one, repeating their names one by one.

The soul of this young dragon just came out of the dragon egg, pure as white paper, without any concepts of you, me and him, so it must be forcibly lost to it by others. It is the same as the newly born baby of humans, which must rely on parents to carry out enlightenment education.

While using his soul to penetrate these concepts, Gris flipped over the pile of bones on the ground, occasionally picking up some bones and gestured with the skull in his hand, and finally took out a suitable one to connect to the skull. Then the soul power guided the skull of the skull, and the bone that had just been connected suddenly moved.

Lenafe was staring at Gris's movements excitedly and nervously. She only realized this when she saw this. She wanted to help but couldn't start. Her figure and claws were obviously not suitable for doing such a job that seemed delicate to her, so she could only do it while she was anxious.

While connecting bones, Susanna guided her to take over her body. Slowly, a young keel gradually took shape. As a skeleton, Gris knew very well about the structure of the bones, but he was not a giant dragon after all, and he had limited knowledge of the keel bones. He occasionally connected the front paws to the hind feet. Fortunately, Lenafei stared at him, otherwise he would have really picked up a four-dimensional appearance for him.

It took a full five hours to put together thousands of bones in the entire keel, especially when it was put in the back, Susanna, who could move most of her body, became restless and kept moving, causing the difficulty of bone assembly to double.

Fortunately, Gris had the experience of dealing with this restless soul. He was frightened and scared, and finally asked Susanna to finish all the bones for him.

The first move of Susanna when she stood up was to pounce on Gris. This was its intimate action. The problem was that it was a dragon. Even the young dragon crawled out of a three-meter-high dragon egg and stretched out its body and was more than five meters long. It threw Gris to the ground in an instant. If it were not protected by the magic armor, Gris would definitely fall apart.

His head reached Gris's eyes, staring at Gris who was lying on the ground, and waves of confusing thoughts came from his soul, as if asking Gris why he fell down, obviously he did not realize that it was caused by himself.

Lenafei's big head moved into the air and looked at the little dragon with her eyes flickering. Even a skeleton like Gris who does not understand the world can see the jealousy contained in her eyes. Her child was finally born, but she was more intimate with others than her mother, and it would be strange if she was not jealous.

Gris is a very smart skeleton. He survived half of his broken body in the world of death, not by strength, but by a sense of danger and instinctual cunning. He realized that Lenafe was jealous of himself because of the little dragon's actions. Although it might not necessarily harm him, Gris would not allow such danger to exist.

He pointed his hand at Lenafe, and Gris said to the young dragon in his soul: "This is your mother."

The little dragon turned around and looked at Lenafei strangely. The waves of soul fluctuations emanated. It didn't understand what his mother was at all. Anyway, it was just born and felt curious about everything.

"What is it saying? What is it saying?" Lenafei, who was still full of jealousy, became excited again in a blink of an eye and asked impatiently. Lenafei is less than a thousand years old this year. Compared with the dragon clan, she has just entered puberty. She has a straightforward personality and is full of joy. All emotions are reflected on her face.

"It's asking you what a mother is?" Gris translated truthfully.

"I...mother...mother...I am your mother." For the first time, Lenafei was a little at a loss and stammered for a while before saying a complete sentence.

The little dragon's soul is constantly hiking big questions again, what is "me"?

In dealing with this situation, Gris has experience and continues to carry out enlightenment education, just like when a baby is taught to call him mom and dad, one noun and one noun are penetrated.

While using his soul to enlighten, Gris did not forget to use the flaming words to gesture to Lenafei one by one. He was afraid that this red dragon with a bad temper would swallow him jealously because of his lack of participation.
Chapter completed!