第五章：被吸血间谍龙咬伤(18)
‘W-w-whoops! Sorry…’
‘Thank you, Toothless,’ lied Hiccup automatically, wiping his face and putting a hand out to the little dragon. ‘That makes me feel much better.’ The Hogfly nestled under one of Hiccup’s arms and squeaked sympathetically: ‘Tickle my birthdays… It’s bathtime… Hold the peanut…’ It didn’t make much sense, but Hiccup was touched that both dragons, in their different ways, were trying to comfort him.
Snotlout watched them all moving about, quiet and sad, wounded and frightened, as the rage of the Dragon Rebellion roared on outside. At least they had each other. He was out of place and out of time, shut out from their companionship; an interloper, watching them from the shadows.
Snotlout had a deep cut on his right arm and one or two on his face, both near misses with a Razorwing’s wings, but nobody was going to help him clean or dress his wounds. The hatred in the room towards Snotlout was so thick and heavy that you could reach out and touch it. Both dragons and humans avoided looking at him, as if he had a nasty smell. Snotlout had to tear bits off his own shirt and wind them round his gashes, and his pride made him pretend they didn’t hurt too much.
‘Thank you, Toothless,’ lied Hiccup automatically, wiping his face and putting a hand out to the little dragon. ‘That makes me feel much better.’ The Hogfly nestled under one of Hiccup’s arms and squeaked sympathetically: ‘Tickle my birthdays… It’s bathtime… Hold the peanut…’ It didn’t make much sense, but Hiccup was touched that both dragons, in their different ways, were trying to comfort him.
Snotlout watched them all moving about, quiet and sad, wounded and frightened, as the rage of the Dragon Rebellion roared on outside. At least they had each other. He was out of place and out of time, shut out from their companionship; an interloper, watching them from the shadows.
Snotlout had a deep cut on his right arm and one or two on his face, both near misses with a Razorwing’s wings, but nobody was going to help him clean or dress his wounds. The hatred in the room towards Snotlout was so thick and heavy that you could reach out and touch it. Both dragons and humans avoided looking at him, as if he had a nasty smell. Snotlout had to tear bits off his own shirt and wind them round his gashes, and his pride made him pretend they didn’t hurt too much.
卡米尔穿女装被雷狮吸血
