The huge dragon was hazy shrouded in a faint black mist, with a ferocious broken horn on its forehead, and the dragon's whiskers bent into a beautiful shape.
The fog rolled and the dragon turned into a tall man.
Mr. Long pressed his forehead, put away the broken horn and ear, and checked that the tail was still dripping blood. He swallowed a pill made by the lady, and after a while, the pale Junyi's cheek recovered a little. color.
Today's training progress is good, and my strength has improved a lot. The original core can be connected just a little bit. The next training should not be so painful, and my strength has recovered a lot. Afraid to duel with any dragon.
It's just that even if the fragmented pro-nuclei are connected, there are still cracks, so the situation will become more and more serious as time goes by. He wants to give her a stable and normal life, and wants to walk with her on the road with integrity, not worry about those who hate dragons. , it must be more powerful.
Thinking of her, Mr. Long's original cold and ice-like expression also eased a little. This time, the battle with the Kraken consumed some of his physical strength and consciousness. In addition, the injury from training would have taken some time to repair, and the lady's condition was also very bad at the time. Poor, that's why he thought about building a small house on this island and taking a rest before leaving.
but
Mr. Long raised his head, looked at the golden edge of the cloud gradually dyed his eyes, a touch of warmth in his ears, and his wife broke through.
Those medicinal pills and the blips like life force relieved him from secretly hiding the pain.
He moved in his heart and changed his mind.
Counting the time, this time should be the day of the mermaid winter market. From here, according to his speed, there should also be a leisure pavilion there. You can inquire about the news again to determine whether you must go to the demon world.
The days ahead are uncertain, and he may still die.
He had never been afraid of death before.
He even felt that death might be a relief for him.
Although he doesn't know why he tries to survive every time he is on the verge of death, at that time, he may only have a survival instinct.
Now, he was a little scared.
I am afraid that I will not be able to see her as soon as I open my eyes, and I am afraid that she will forget herself.
In front of Mu Wanwan, Mr. Long is not sweet at all. He has probably never been sweet before, and his eyes are full of gloom.
He is always so contradictory, wanting her to face danger with him, but reluctant to let her get hurt.
Since she came to him, he has not stopped struggling, and over and over again, he himself feels annoyed.
At least, today, he wants to forget all of this.
Is he selfish? In the end, he still wants to weave a beautiful dream with her.
There was some self-deprecating chuckle in the air, and it was only after a moment that there was a near-murmur, "Madam."
—When Mu Wanwan saw Mr. Long walking back in the sun today, he didn't see Familiar with a food bag in his hand.
That's right, Mr. Long is a decent and pays attention to raising a family dragon. Every time he goes out to hunt and returns, he will clean up the ingredients and put them in a bag and bring them back.
Mu Wanwan was a little surprised that they didn't bring anything back this time, although they didn't need to eat much now.
On the other hand, Mr. Long saw his little wife, 'weak', waiting for him at the door with a ball of wool. When he saw his figure, he raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Looks like I'm looking forward to his return
My heart was hot, and I couldn't tell what it was like. Mr. Long increased his speed and came to Mu Wanwan's side in a moment, and his big palm naturally held her.
Touching the slightly icy temperature above, Mr. Long's tone was that he didn't even notice the complaints and it was hard to be happy if he didn't pay attention, "Why are you waiting outside?"
His palm was hot, Mu Wanwan moved a little twice, sliding over his rough palm, his face a little red, "It's not cold."
She said that it was not cold, but she was really not cold. After all, she is now a fourth-order cultivator. Although she did not light up any combat talents at all, and there is still a hand warmer like Mengmeng, it is a bit heavy.
"Yeah." Mr. Long warmed her hands and looked away slightly, "I remember there is a market nearby, do you want to go?"
Mu Wanwan was a little confused: "What?"
He saw a strand of long hair hanging down from her temples, and subconsciously reached out and touched her cheek, only to feel warm and soft to the touch.
"The market." Mr. Long's face was a little red, and her shadow was reflected in his sight. "Open at night, selling some gadgets."
"And sugar."
Mu Wanwan: ""
Maybe her expression was a bit indescribable, and Mr. Long added, "It's delicious."
Mu Wanwan: "Okay."
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt that the dragon in front of her looked at her with a very happy expression, and the word "expectation" was rarely written in the phoenix eyes.
"What, what's wrong?" Mr. Long was suddenly a little scared.
He got a little closer, his forehead resting on hers, his voice was very soft, "Would you like to wear bright Jingjing?"
Mu Wanwan: ""
What to wear sparkling! Even if she has no clothes on, she runs naked, wears cute hair and plays a bikini, she will never agree to it, she will never wear it! !
"But there are spells, only I can see." The little wife started to attack.
"" Mr. Wan was embarrassed to defend.
"Good-looking." Wronged x1
""
"Madam." Grief x2
""
"Want to see." Wronged x3
"Just, just once."
"Okay." The end tone didn't hide her joy, and Mr. Long took her hand, "Which one do you want to wear?"
Mu Wanwan: ""
—When Mu Wanwan came out of the room wearing a rainbow, she received a sincere compliment from Mr. Long, but she was not happy at all.
"Come here." He was wearing a dark black robe, which Mu Wanwan had picked for him. His long hair was simply tied with a light-ink headband. The wind blew up his fine forehead hair, revealing a forehead with little curse marks on it. , the dark eyebrows slanted into the temples, the long and narrow eyes stared at her for a moment, the voice was like a spring, and there was a faint smile on the lips, but it was very domineering.
Mu Wanwan gave the dragon an angry look. In fact, to be honest, although this dress looks ugly, the material is very good, it is not as uncomfortable to wear as she thought, and it is still very convenient to walk.
Mr. Long cast a spell on the two of them. Mu Wanwan lowered his head again, and he couldn't see the color on his body that suffocated her. Looking at Mr. Long again, there was no change in her eyes.
"Good-looking." Mr. Long boasted again, Mu Wanwan's face was blushing, what kind of bad feeling is this, shame y
Mu Wanwan was ashamed, so he simply broke the jar and threw it in the opposite direction, "My husband is more beautiful than me."
Mr. Long's eyes widened slightly, and he subconsciously reached out to block the curse marks on his face, but he didn't have time to hide his surprise. Soon, he realized that this move was inappropriate, lowered his head, and did not speak.
Mu Wanwan was stunned—
She never knew that he was feeling inferior because of his appearance.
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that she has never said anything in front of him. She likes his looks and loves his words very much.
She thought he understood that even in front of him, she didn't feel inferior.
He used to be the top powerhouse in the mainland. Although he is now down and facing the danger of death, maybe in love, as long as he likes it, he will worry about gains and losses. Even if he is so embarrassed now, she still has a filter that is comparable to eight Thickness like tempered glass.
In the process of falling in love with him, those who did not show their thoughts, why did they not hide their self-confidence.
It's just that she didn't know that he was like that too.
Even weaker than her.
Feeling sour and distressed in his heart, Mu Wanwan really wanted to rub the clothes-blading dragon on the ground to see how many things were hidden in his heart.
She was really helpless, stood on tiptoe, raised her hand and gently touched his cheek, "Mr. Long, you are the best looking dragon I have ever seen."
"You're not ugly at all."
Mu Wanwan bit her lip, her heartbeat became faster and faster, she looked up and saw Mr. Long staring at him, Rumo's eyes were clearly stained with water, and he looked lost.
She threw herself into his arms, made her first confession in her life, and presented those hidden thoughts in front of him, "I like you very much."
"You are already my husband."
I never thought you were ugly.
I have always liked you.
"Um."
Mu Wanwan felt that she was being hugged tightly, "Mrs. Long is also happy."
"More than Madam."
The low, hoarse voice sounded in his ears, and Mu Wanwan's eyes were red with shame.
He responded, carefully wrapping her pride.
"Okay." Mu Wanwan smiled and blinked casually, "Didn't you say you want to go to the market? Let's go."
"Okay." Mr. Long bent down, first kissed the corner of her eye, and then slipped onto her lips.
The breath is long, and after the confession, it is different and ambiguous. When an adult and a dragon kiss deeply, they are 303 40.
As for the fat hand warmer treasure fat chirp, the irresponsible old father and old mother have already thrown them into the mustard seed space to raise spirit chickens.
The mermaid market is not far from here. Mr. Long and his wife came here at the busiest time.
Because of the spell, in the eyes of the mermaids, the two of them are a loving couple who like to wear bright colors (?) as a couple pretending to be a mermaid couple →_→
As for the color, you can refer to Mr. Long's terrible taste.