“The dragon.” Azazel hurried forward with hope in his eyes towards Oniee, “It can carry us.”
He had just placed his palm on the dragon’s back when the dragon roared and turned around swiftly, throwing Azazel a few feet away on his ass with disbelief covering his face.
I started snickering, the pain in the wound on my side increasing with every heavy breath that I took, making me grimace and control the overpowering laughter at the same time.
“Are you f*****g kidding me right now?” Azazel snapped angrily.
I walked forward while limping slightly and touched Oniee’s legs, “Oniee,” I mumbled, “Can you carry us?”
The dragon humphed and softened its stance, bending down a little towards me.
Taking it as his acceptance, I tried to climb up on the dragon’s back by grabbing its scales. But o
