When his consciousness was being pulled by something, Mu Wanwan felt a little uncomfortable at first, but after struggling a few times, he gradually regained consciousness.
Only this time, what I saw when I opened my eyes was not the familiar room and the familiar Mr. Long, but felt that I had come to a very unfamiliar place—
Underfoot is a dirty bluestone slab with messy stitching, dirty mud water in the gaps, the air is filled with the stench of garbage, a drop of rain falls from the gloomy sky, dripping straight on her eyelashes, but It just blurred her vision for a moment, and it didn't bring any bad touch.
Mu Wanwan quickly realized that something was wrong. She tried to step on the ground a few steps. There was no muddy water on the rough cloth shoes, but the bad wet feeling was still there, and the depressed feeling of rain hitting her head was still there. Yes, but when she touched her head, it was indeed dry.
Is she... dreaming
Realizing that he was dreaming, Mu Wanwan was less nervous.
She hadn't dreamed for a long time since she wore the book. The last time she dreamed was that she had earned a lot of spiritual stones and piled them up beside Mr. Long.
It's just that this dream is too clear, even the sound of rain falling on the ground is very clear.
Mu Wanwan took two unrealistic steps forward, frowning slightly—
This dream is so dark, the surroundings are wet and gloomy, and the walls of the alley are all dirty.
Glancing at a corner, Mu Wanwan's heart skipped a beat, a little dizzy, there were bloodstains dripping there.
She was a little scared, she quickened her pace and wanted to leave this dark alley. After walking for an unknown amount of time, she finally saw someone. To be precise, it was a child, a child who seemed to be running away—
He looked eight or nine years old, wearing a tattered but tattered gray cloak that could be seen trying to keep it neat, his eyes fierce, and blood on his arms and face. He quickly ran past Mu Wanwan, his long hair was messy, and his injured hand was trying hard to pull his cloak hat, but Mu Wanwan still saw the not very long horn and a horn that flashed by him. Plush ears on white.
This is... Mr. Long
Mu Wanwan was a little surprised. She hesitated for a second, and the young version of Mr. Xiaolong ran away. Through the rain curtain, she could only see the long tail of the dragon dragging behind him.
what.
There is also the tip of the tail, and the very tender white fur on the tip is stained with blood, which makes her feel a little distressed and a little want to laugh.
What kind of dragon is so furry
With this thought running through his mind, Mu Wanwan was about to chase him in the direction of his escape, when a series of messy footsteps sounded behind him.
"Damn, little bastard!" A few dragons who looked like teenagers ran over angrily. They didn't look very good. They were also wearing tattered cloaks, and their dragon horns and bodies were dirty. Also a little stinky.
Compared with Mr. Long, he is simply too careless about hygiene.
Mu Wanwan was a little disgusted.
"Fuck! This bastard has picked up the trash can we discovered first." The black scales on the head of the young dragon's face were looming, looking like a black dragon with a bad temper, "Brothers, you must give him to me today. Kill it and see who is the boss of this dark alley."
Mu Wanwan: "..."
But as soon as he gave an order, the other dragons murmured in high spirits, their voices full of the joy and refreshment they imagined after beating Mr. Long for a meal.
Mu Wanwan was a little worried. She looked at a group of dragons that were much bigger than Mr. Long, and ran towards the place where Mr. Long escaped, but this bad dragon seemed to be seriously injured. He was young, but he ran very fast. , She and the group of young dragons searched for an afternoon in the dream, but couldn't find him.
"Fuck, this kid really knows how to hide." The black dragon boy was so tired that he waved his hand to signal the other dragons to stop, "Let's go, it's almost night, the dragon in the next alley might come to the stronghold and leave. "
The other dragons followed behind him cowardly and left.
Mu Wanwan stood beside them, wiping the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, watching them run away, there was even a little bit of pride and sadness from nowhere—
It turned out that Mr. Long had such a miserable life in her heart when she was a child
Picking up trash cans, being chased and beaten by a group of killer Matron
She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she didn't know when she would wake up, she just wanted to take a closer look at the living environment of Mr. Long when he was young in the dream.
In the afternoon, she and Heilong Juvenile ran almost all the way through the abandoned dark alley area No. 7. It was said that the dark alley area was praised. In fact, strictly speaking, it was more appropriate to call it a mixed place called the border slum and garbage dump.
She doesn't know where this place is, but this afternoon, according to her observations, most of the people living here are dragons, and there are also some orcs and people of other races who are of decent strength. It was a mixed bag, with many cubs and orphans.
In addition, there are all kinds of mice, insects, and some low-level creatures everywhere, and there are even shops and hotels, which seem to be a complete street by themselves.
The sky was getting a little dark, and Mu Wanwan finally followed a remote and inconspicuous alley. She intuited that the little Mr. Long would hide in this alley. The alley had no end in sight, and the terrain was very low. It's dirty mud.
The accumulation is almost over the ankle.
She also saw something like a snake or a worm fluttering inside.
If it wasn't a dream, she would definitely turn around and leave.
Mu Wanwan gave a wry smile, why did she think about Mr. Long's childhood so miserable, so that she wouldn't have to endure this really bad feeling.
But even so, she still wanted to know what kind of life he lived in the dream, so Mu Wanwan didn't hesitate, plucked up the courage and walked in—
It was wet and dirty, and something like a mouse was pulling her calf. Mu Wanwan felt that she was about to suffocate. She walked in the cold muddy water for more than ten minutes, and she finally came to the end by turning several times directly.
In fact, she was very disgusted, because in the past ten minutes, the water was getting deeper and deeper, and there were more and more dirty things. She even saw a two-headed snake swimming past her legs with red letters, scaring her. Almost didn't stay in place.
Mu Wanwan was a little shivering coldly. She turned the last corner and suddenly met a pair of brilliant golden pupils, and her whole body froze in place.
It's Mr. Long.
He was barefoot, the soles of his feet turned into sharp claws, and he was firmly stuck in the wall that was neither too high nor too low. Bloodstains snaked from above and slid down the wall.
This is the first time Mu Wanwan has seen Mr. Long awake—
His eyes were terribly bright, his thick black eyebrows were twisted, his long eyelashes were like two brushes, his lips were pursed, and he stared at her, as if he would pounce on her in the next second with sharp claws. Shred.
He is fierce and his expression is indifferent. He is obviously just a very young dragon, as if he has lost his expression and has become paralyzed o(╯□╰)o
"Dragon, Mr. Long..."
Mu Wanwan was a little confused, and subconsciously called out his name.
But the person on the other side didn't react, just kept staring in her direction, maybe because of nervousness, the pair of ears on his head shook.
When his ears shook, Mu Wanwan felt a little broken, clutching his frightened chest, and walked in tentatively.
Mr. Long didn't move, just stared defensively in the direction she was standing before.
Was it on alert
Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, and rubbed her cheeks a little embarrassingly. She was dreaming, but she was afraid of the person in her dream.
She went around behind Mr. Long and took a few more steps inside. The water pressure gradually increased. She didn't want to endure that bad touch any longer. Finally came to a relatively dry place.
Mu Wanwan sighed, looked down at his clothes that were not stained with any dirt, and shivered uncontrollably.
After confirming that she really didn't touch anything, she was in the mood to start looking around—
This is probably Mr. Long's secret base. There are many small gravels around, and the terrain is raised a little to ensure that it will not be flooded by water.
Near the corner, there's another one made of stone, wood, and some thatch... a house
With a dull pain in her heart, Mu Wanwan walked over to the small "house" that was a little higher than her present, and spent countless efforts to decorate it.
A large stone is used as the base, the edge is chiseled with claws to make a gap that can be stuck, and a small stone is put on it, and the wooden board is sandwiched, bit by bit, to build a house.
Small, very broken, very careful.
Mu Wanwan's hand that wanted to open the broken wooden door suddenly stopped in the air. She pinched her trembling fingertips and stood silently beside the small house for a long time.
Wait until Mr. Long completes his guard and drags his injured tail back to "home".
The color of his eyes has changed to a normal color, narrow and dark, like two obsidian stones, with small tattered corners reflected in them, but it seems to bring some relaxation and peace of mind.
Mu Wanwan watched him slowly walk towards his 'home', wearing a tattered gray cloak, covering his pair of plush ears that could not be covered, but his back was straight, and he pulled a little curled The cuffs are proud and elegant like a nobleman.
To be honest, if Mr. Long's ears twitched from time to time, she would have been deceived by his arrogant and cool indifference.
Mu Wanwan watched him walk in from the alley. In just a few dozen steps, he had cleaned his clothes several times. They were obviously soaked and dirty. It made no difference whether they were cleaned or not. He was very particular about it. .
It turns out that Mr. Long is such a dragon
Mu Wanwan's eyes were a little sour. Seeing that his eyes were bright, he walked to the door of the room. He pretended to open the door and said softly, "Daddy is back."
Daddy? Did Mr. Long become a father at such a young age
Mu Wanwan's heart was sour and a little curious, she quietly followed behind him and walked in.
Ah, the room was pitch black, with only a little light peeking in from outside.
She carefully distinguished several times before she saw what Mr. Long was talking to.
Then where is the little dragon she thought, two white eggs!
Two, obviously the eggs of spirit eggs =_=! ! It's exactly the same as the one she just bought, and it's about the same size.
The author has something to say: Mr. Xiaolong (cheeks are slightly red): "I'm not poor, I just like to be clean, hum!"