Bai Huo picked up a dragon egg at the foot of the mountain. Coincidentally, the dragon egg hatched in front of him.

At dawn by the lake shore, a small furry head popped out from the cracked shell, and a pair of black eyes stared at Bai Huo.

No one noticed that the gears of fate had quietly started turning at this moment.

Bai Huo tilted his head to the left, and the little dragon also tilted to the left, Bai Huo tilted to the right, and the little dragon also tilted its head to the right.

This irritating 'imprinting' plot … If he couldn't understand what's going on, Bai Huo would've certainly lived these past hundred years in vain.

But what else can he do, might as well raise a cub.

From the first feeding,

The first words,

…

The first flight.

On one hand pampering, on the other hand, addicted.

Many years later, Li Lin Xi protected the seriously injured man behind him, helplessly and heroically saying, "Don't move."

Bai Huo finally noticed, the little boy he'd raised seemed to be… different?