"Come here."
Liszt waved his hand.
Leo sat in place and only after a while did he slowly crawl over to Liszt. A dragon has four legs and a pair of wings; it can fly, stand on its hind legs, or crawl on all fours like a dinosaur. However, Leo's current crawl was walking with his hind legs squatting, his forelimbs lifted, and his wings on the ground to maintain balance.
His speed was slow, and his posture was strange.
Just like the conflict in his heart, which could be felt through the furrowed scales on his dragon face and the struggling look in his dragon eyes.
He came closer.
Only a meter away, he stopped, swallowing saliva, his gaze unable to drift away from the roasted leg of beef.
