The room was dark, and it took Mu Wanwan a while to completely get used to the somewhat dark environment. With a little light coming in from the outside, he watched Mr. Long staring at the two white spirit eggs carefully, carefully closing the room. The sharp claws turned into human-shaped palms, and gently touched the two eggs.
"Da Bao." His voice was very immature, and his voice was a little hoarse. He called out the name of one of the slightly larger spirit eggs softly. Hearing it, Mu Wanwan almost didn't know the spirit eggs.
She was a little embarrassed, so she couldn't help but quietly walked to Mr. Long's side, and confirmed several times that he was indeed touching a spirit egg—
White, half the size of a slap, placed on the table, carefully wrapped in a cloth spirit egg.
"Little Treasure." Mr. Long read out the name of another spirit egg, and touched its round head as usual, looking at Mu Wanwan a little silly.
After Mr. Xiaolong called their names, he was obviously in a much better mood. There was a smile in his obsidian-like eyes, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised. He carefully retracted his hand, and touched his long wet hair, which was wrinkled with disgust. He frowned, walked to the door, took off his dirty cloak, shook it, and hung it on a wooden shelf next to the door.
Only then did Mu Wanwan notice that there were a few wooden shelves behind the broken wooden door. Seeing that Mr. Xiaolong hung up his cloak and combed his sparse hair with a small comb he didn't know what to use .
He didn't have a handkerchief or a towel, but he just packed himself like a decent little dragon.
It was probably a little cold, and the wet ears on his head kept shaking, and it was better after scratching several times.
Mu Wanwan's eyes were a little sour. Before it was dark, she glanced across the room—
It was dark, and looked as humble inside as it did outside.
But there are doors, beds and tables.
The tattered wooden door, the bed is quite big, just at a glance, you can tell that it was picked up from the garbage heap. It is missing a corner. It is cushioned with stones and covered with half a mattress and half a quilt. It looks like It seemed that someone was torn apart because of quarrel and violence.
But he handled it very well, the corners were carefully sewn, and there was a small clean pillow beside the bed.
As for the table, it should be made by myself. It is crooked, but it is very strong. There are two neatly folded clothes and his two eggs on it. It is unexpectedly very suitable for this 'home'.
Well, it's home.
Mr. Xiaolong's home.
Mu Wanwan watched him pack himself slowly and carefully, as if he didn't care about the wound on his foot, walked to the table, and took out a piece of steamed bun hidden in his pocket.
The steamed buns looked very bad. They were a little green on them, and they looked moldy, but they were very big and had no teeth marks, so they probably hadn't been bitten by anyone.
Mu Wanwan watched him carefully tear off the green skin on it, swallowed with difficulty, and then...
I broke off more than half of it and put it next to the two eggs, "Daddy brought you something to eat."
He said, he wanted to eat, but after thinking about it, he put down the small half of the steamed bun in his hand, looked at the two eggs again, and wondered if he should explain, "I ate yesterday, so I'm not hungry. "
Nonsense, she could hear his stomach growling.
One by one, loudly.
Mu Wanwan couldn't take it anymore, even if it was a dream, she wanted to wake up quickly.
This dream was so real that she could even feel the wet and cold weather, the sound of raindrops hitting the shabby roof, and Mr. Long's hunger, although nothing could be seen from his paralyzed face.
But the sound of throwing a dragon was really hell. It kept ringing in her ears. She was so sad when she heard it. Treat the wound well.
The wounds on his face and hands were healed, and the balls of his feet and tail were still bleeding.
She even wanted to wake up quickly, but she pinched herself several times, but she couldn't wake up. She can't do anything, she can't do anything.
He can only stand in front of the table like Mr. Long who pretends not to be hungry, and must stare at the two eggs.
She saw her eyes were red.
It was getting dark outside, and Mu Wanwan could barely see anything.
She was a little dejected, and felt that she was really worrying about it. Anyway, it was just a dream. This dragon would not eat if he didn't like to eat. If he loved raising spirit eggs, he would be raised as a son. Mu Wanwan sat down on the edge of the bed a little pissed off, and even occupied his pillow.
The bed is a bit hard, but the pillows are soft, there is no odor, only a little smell of Mr. Long, which is a bit like when he was in the state of a plant dragon, not bad.
Is it dragon energy
Mu Wanwan couldn't help rubbing it twice, and his face turned red when he realized what he was doing.
Is she poisonous
Her night vision is not good. After it got completely dark, she basically couldn't see anything. The room was quiet for a long time. I don't know when it started, and Mr. Xiaolong's stomach stopped crying.
Mu Wanwan felt that she was a little sleepy, and she actually wanted to sleep in the dream world. She half-opened her eyes and listened to the rustling voice in the dark night. She felt that Mr. Xiaolong was gradually walking towards her, and she was a little nervous.
But before she was nervous for a long time, she felt that something had smashed her face.
Mu Wanwan watched the quilt pass through his face, and he didn't feel any pain, only then did he feel that he was really dreaming.
Mr. Long piled the mattress and quilt on the half of the bed where Mu Wanwan was, and the pillows were the same. And he himself, just lay on the bed.
Mu Wanwan came out of the quilt, looked at his shadow in the dark night, and curled up into a ball.
This is, are you going to sleep
Mu Wanwan probably guessed something. Mr. Long probably felt that he was too dirty today to soil the bed, so he chose not to cover the quilt.
Thinking of this level, Mu Wanwan felt as if something was scratching his heart, causing a dull pain.
She wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything. She wanted to reach out and touch his horns, but she could only touch the cold air.
"Dabao, Xiaobao." Just when Mu Wanwan was sad, Mr. Long suddenly spoke again.
He called the two eggs by their names, and said in a voice so soft that it was almost a murmur, "Come on..."
"Born soon..."
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The next day, Mu Wanwan woke up to a loud noise of rain. She thought she should have woken up, but when she opened her eyes, she saw Mr. Xiaolong's tattered roof.
She was stunned for a few seconds before sitting up. Mr. Xiaolong was not in the house, and the cloak on the wooden frame was gone. Mu Wanwan glanced at the steamed buns that were missing a little on the table, then looked at the two spirit eggs, and walked out through the door.
It was still raining outside, dripping, and the sky was overcast, but I could tell that it was morning.
Mu Wanwan was a little ashamed, how could she fall asleep in the dream world, and she could actually walk through the wall, she knew why she walked around the dozen or so alleys yesterday.
But, why didn't you wake up from this dream
Mu Wanwan was a little helpless, and went outside through the wall. After looking around, he couldn't see Mr. Long's shadow. He had to go back to the small house and stared at the two spirit eggs in a daze. After a long time, it was getting dark outside. , Mu Wanwan came out a little worried.
Before he took two steps, he heard a cat meow suddenly behind him.
"Meow~"
She raised her head and caught sight of a cat standing on the wall.
To be precise, a two-tailed cat.
It has two tails, and the fur on its body is very good-looking. It doesn't look like a stray cat, but it looks like a domesticated cat.
The cat jumped off the wall lightly, walked around Mr. Long's house twice humanely with its tail wagging, and then rolled a few times on the ground, smearing its beautiful fur.
Mu Wanwan: "... ??"
She couldn't understand what the cat was doing, but the cat didn't do anything else after getting himself dirty, and just quietly stood at the door of Mr. Long's house, squatting against the wall with its tail wagging.
Mu Wanwan waited with it.
About an hour later, one person and one cat waited for Mr. Long. There were more wounds on his body than yesterday. The wounds on his hands and face were healed and some blood was oozing.
He walked towards his 'home', his golden pupils that were alert gradually turned black, and when he looked up, he showed an expression that could be called joy—
The brows are stretched out, the pink lips are slightly raised, the eyes are soft, and there are drops of water hanging on the eyelashes, which is a very gentle expression.
Mu Wanwan felt very embarrassed for a moment, but soon, she realized a little sour that Mr. Long was not smiling at herself at all.
"Meow~" The two-tailed cat walked to his side, Mr. Long bent down and took out a steamed bun from his pocket. It was similar to yesterday's. He tore off the slightly moldy skin on the outside, and put it on a relatively dry one. The place.
The two-tailed cat barked at him again, and then lowered its head to eat.
Mr. Long pulled the cap of the cloak with one hand in an attempt to cover his ears. He held half a steamed bun in the other, and squatted on the ground. The blood on the soles of his feet and tail swayed on the ground, soaking the fur of the two-tailed cat.
Mu Wanwan walked over to him and watched him little by little, feeding most of the steamed buns to the cat, feeling a little bitter in his heart—
This 80% is his harvest for this day. Was Mr. Long such a gentle dragon before? He can raise eggs, feed cats, build houses and work hard to earn food to support himself.
He is so small, such a small dragon.
"Ow~" The two-tailed cat estimated that it had almost eaten, so it barked at him and jumped up the fence. Mu Wanwan saw it and looked back at Mr. Long.
She didn't know what was going on, but she felt a little uneasy. She watched Mr. Long stand up slowly and walked to the side of the room with bright eyes, "Daddy is back."