The light liquid is connected to Mu Wanwan's arm, and the dazzling light makes the high platform bright. Everyone can only feel the warmth and power transmitted from the alchemist's side, and maybe some are looking this way, but few Someone will notice that the girl who brought them light is reaching her limit.
"Aunt Hua." Mu Wanwan called her weakly. She is not very well now, her consciousness is exhausted, and the spiritual power in her dantian is almost gone. Fortunately, Aunt Hua is here.
Aunt Hua looked at Mu Wanwan's translucent palm and was speechless. Several half-empty flowers bloomed around her. She forcibly separated the light liquid, put it into the flowers, and dragged her with spiritual power. Hanging on the branches of Moto that is not easy to be attacked in the enchantment, it is like a lamp.
The light liquid was difficult to separate, and when Mu Wanwan got everything out of her hands, Aunt Hua was surprised to find that the spiritual power in her body was reduced by one-third.
Where is this light group, is it a blood-sucking group
After finally getting rid of those light fluids, Mu Wanwan collapsed on the ground exhausted. She had no strength all over her body. She closed her eyes and couldn't see her almost transparent limbs at all.
Aunt Hua touched her forehead, fed her a few of the Ningshen Dan and Hui Ningxue Dan that Mu Wanwan had refined before, and sat beside her.
"啾..." Mengmeng saw Mu Wanwan lying motionless on the ground, she moved carefully, and with trembling small wings stretched under her nose, to check if she was still breathing.
Aunt Hua couldn't help laughing when she saw this scene, her heavy heart dissipated at once.
"啾." Mengmeng carefully felt the airflow that Mu Wanwan sprayed on the tips of its wings, she breathed a sigh of relief, turned her head to meet Aunt Hua's smiling eyes, and patted her wings angrily.
Chirp is just worried.
"Okay, okay." Aunt Hua reached out and wanted to rub a handful of fluffy hair, but was deftly avoided by the big fat hairball, "Hey, don't let me touch it!"
Aunt Hua angrily withdrew her hand, bent down, and briefly told Mu Ling and her body in Mu Wanwan's ear.
Mu Wanwan could only feel the buzzing in her ears, and Aunt Hua's voice was vague and indistinct.
However, Mengmeng's tweets were very clear, and when she heard Mengmeng explain with a hoarse tweet behind Aunt Hua, she probably understood what Aunt Hua meant—
It means that her body is about to collapse now, but don't you mean to worry
"Chirp~"
Chirp will always accompany the bend~
Mu Wanwan, who half understood Mengmeng's explanation, was a little confused, but she felt a little complicated when she recovered.
It turns out that her body is about to collapse
I don't know if I can meet Mr. Long before he comes back.
Consciousness gradually blurred, Mu Wanwan thought like this before she fell into a coma.
Aunt Hua felt her deep sleep, slightly bent her lips, and left a flower of life to cover Mu Wanwan's body. If the vital signs of the person inside fluctuated violently, she would be able to sense it for a while.
"Chirp."
Are you going
"I'm right in front." Aunt Hua stretched out her hand to lick her hair, but she was hid by it, and she wasn't angry, "You look at the bend here."
"Chirp."
OK
Mengmeng nodded very coldly and agreed, standing beside Mu Wanwan, looking at the inner wall of the barrier that was gradually falling off, her black eyes were full of the solemnity of mature hair.
Aunt Hua shook her head helplessly, looked at the increasingly fierce situation not far away, and turned to leave.
…
"These people really don't give up." After a long time, Wu Yao lost his patience. "I have already killed nearly a hundred witches here, and there is still no opening. When will the blood sacrifice begin?"
Ao Qin looked at the people who were still stubbornly resisting after nearly a night of fighting, and sneered, "Their light is about to go out."
Wu Yao squinted to see Mu Wanwan, who was still not awake in the deepest part of the barrier, and tapped his fingers, "I can't wait any longer."
Such a powerful soul force can definitely help him step into a new realm.
"When the light is gone, we will attack." Ao Qin was also a little impatient. These people were as intractable as flies, and protected by Moteng, the damage was very small.
Moreover, he is always worried, worried that the dragon will rush out from the inheritance land at any time, although he has always firmly believed that the waste dragon cannot pass the inheritance, but there is still a faint anxiety in his heart. On the night of the war, he was already afraid that there would be no way to kill Mu Wanwan, cut the grass and eradicate the roots.
"Huh." Ao Qin looked at the slightly exhausted battle situation, and subconsciously glanced at the dragon's divine soul lamp that he had taken out from the core of the forbidden area. With just one glance, he couldn't help but be overjoyed and laughed out loud.
Cracked, cracked!
He must have failed!
Must fail!
Ao Qin laughed almost madly, turned into a blue dragon and roared, and the rain fell in a big group. Wu Yao looked at the blue dragon in the air with the eyes of a lunatic. The tired Jiu Qing, Hai Ren and others were also very puzzled. Uncle Chen squinted. , the intuition is wrong.
Mengmeng, who was guarding Mu Wanwan, was also frightened by the sudden appearance of the giant dragon, and angrily sprayed a small flame at Ao Qin who was outside the barrier. A small wind was fanned with its wings.
It was well-bred in the past, and the only moves it mastered were coquetry and scolding the old father. Later, when I grew up, I acquired the skill of breathing fire into the Pill Stove.
But now, under the occasional flying insects and witchcraft moves, it scorched many insects with its original instinct and powerful spit of fiery flames.
Mu Wanwan woke up after it burned a worm corpse that had been cut in half into ashes.
She got out of the flowers covering her body and looked directly at the falling ashes and Mengmeng's surprised eyes.
"Chirp~"
Her head still hurts a bit, but under the action of the medicinal pill, she recovered some physical strength. She sat crossed on the ground, facing the light that was about to go out hanging on the vine, and the Qinglong hovering above the barrier like a draught. Eyes are still somewhat transparent palms.
They are about to lose.
She had to refine some more light liquid, but she still wanted to see Mr. Long again before her body collapsed.
It will take a while for the body made of wood spirit to grow up slowly. During that time, she can't see him or hear his voice.
Mu Wanwan frowned slightly, when will Mr. Long come back
She subconsciously reached out to touch the small dragon horn hanging on her neck, but it felt uneven and cracked.
His heart stopped for a moment, and his mind went blank for a short while. Mu Wanwan shivered in a panic and took off the little dragon's horn hanging from his neck with his fingertips. The words that the dragon said before he left seemed to be still in his ears—
"If the horn is broken, it means that I..."
She remembered the sadness curled up on his long eyelashes, "I failed, I ripped off the scroll, and I could leave the demon world and teleport to the human race."
Mu Wanwan watched the little dragon's horn lying on the palm of her hand, the cracks gradually widening, dim a little bit, her cheeks and the eye sockets were hot, she bit her lip tightly so as not to overflow those suppressed sobbing as if he had left her, her eyesight It was already muddy.
"Do not… "
"Don't break it."
A huge sadness rolled up from her heart, and she was completely submerged like a wave. Mu Wanwan looked at the small horn with pleading, and in her palm, the cracks spread little by little.
But perhaps her prayers were out of whack.
The little dragon's horn, which was gradually shining with a faint light, was still cracked bit by bit. Accompanied by a crisp sound, the shining star-like light overflowed from the middle. Mu Wanwan stretched out his hand to grab it, but looked at the Dust-like debris was blown off her cold forehead with a gust of wind.
A memory popped up out of thin air in her mind, quenching the sadness that she had not had time to surge—
She saw a small figure, wearing a hooded vest modified from monster underwear, her body was dirty, her tender tail and ears were exposed, she was crawling on the wall, sticking out her small head, and eavesdropping on the little dragons talking words.
"What's your surname?" asked a little white dragon who was only five or six years old. "My surname is Bai, and Bai sounds nice."
"But my surname is Ao." A little Qinglong shook his tail, "His surname is also Ao."
"Yeah, should the surname of Long Du be Ao?" Another chubby little Qinglong said in a milky voice, "My friends are all surnamed Ao."
"Your surname is Bai, you are so strange, we don't want to play with you anymore." The first little Qinglong pointed at the white dragon childishly, pulling his little friend's hand and trying to leave.
"No." Little Bailong was about to cry, rubbing his eyes and dragon's horns, "But Dad said we are all named Bai."
"Then you can play with the surnamed Bai, we don't want to play with you." The voices of the two little Qinglongs fell, and Mr. Xiaolong, who was hiding in the corner, also showed a nervous and frightened expression, and his little ears trembled.
Xiao Bailong rubbed his eyes, as if he had made up his mind, "Then when I play with you, my surname will be Ao!"
"Okay." The two little blue dragons accepted the proposal and ran away with the little white dragon's hand.
Today they are going to practice swimming together, Mr. Xiaolong thought silently, after observing for several days.
but-
It turned out that most of the dragons were surnamed Ao, and no one would want to play with him without the surname Ao.
Chaos said he was a dragon before, so he should also be named Ao
The little Mr. Long, who was still a milk dragon, was hiding in the corner and pulled his gray hood. He didn't know what he suddenly thought of, and his eyes lit up with anticipation. He still remembered, he still remembered when he just hatched. , Chaos smiled and said that he was an abandoned little guy, and he would follow him in the future.
Chaos comes from being abandoned...
So, abandon should be a good word.
He suddenly became happy and ran into the alley with his short legs. He must drive away all the bad orcs who say he has no name tonight.
He has a name, "From today onwards, my name is Aoqi."
Abandoned.
It must be a very nice and meaningful name!
The author has something to say: Once:
Little Milk Dragon: "From today onwards, I will be called Ao Qi!"
Years later:
Mr. Dalong covered his forehead: "I don't have a name, my name is Mr. Long."