As usual yesterday, Mr. Xiaolong quietly took off his cloak, combed his long hair, dragged his tail and gently touched his two precious eggs, which were the same as those of his own, and then ate them with restraint. A small half of the steamed buns I got back yesterday.
For the first time, Mu Wanwan saw Mr. Long eating when he was awake.
It was very different from when he was lying down. He held small steamed buns in both hands, chewed them in small bites, and ate very elegantly. In this house, it seemed a bit inconsistent.
Mr. Xiaolong only ate half of the steamed buns. Mu Wanwan stood behind him, looking at Mr. Xiaolong, who was not taller than his own chest, with his head slightly lowered. There were still water droplets on his long eyelashes.
She suddenly felt a little distressed.
She wanted to wake up quickly from this dream, she didn't want to see Mr. Long like this again.
Satisfied after eating the pitifully small buns, Mr. Xiaolong finished his day's eating. He didn't rest like he did yesterday. He just walked to the table and took out a few wooden boards from the drawer.
Mu Wanwan hadn't noticed before that this table actually had drawers.
He half squatted down, his palms turned into sharp claws, and he started... rubbing the planks
Mr. Long took a slightly damp wooden board, first broke off the obviously wet parts, and then used his claws to grind the remaining good parts into a shape that could be stuck together.
Mu Wanwan watched for a long time before realizing what he was doing. Five wooden boards were embedded together, like a small bed.
He has been tossing these wooden boards since he came back into the night. It was dark and Mu Wanwan was almost out of sight. She had to sit on the bed and wait until she was about to fall asleep before Mr. Long stopped moving.
Perhaps it was because he was very satisfied with his work. Mr. Xiaolong's eyes were all bright and golden, and there was a smile on Mu Wanwan's lips.
Even if Mr. Long does nothing more than Tianliang Wangpo in the future, he is just a little dragon cub now, so childishness must be normal
But before she felt relieved for a long time, she heard his tender and hoarse voice, "Dabao's bed is ready."
Mu Wanwan: "..."
Mu Wanwan: "???"
So it's not a toy, it's Dabao's bed?
She was a little speechless, and then heard Mr. Xiaolong say apologetically, "There is no material, Xiaobao's father will do it tomorrow."
Mu Wanwan: "..."
Mr. Long solemnly assured that he would never speak, so he dragged the dragon's tail, which was not yet ready, and lay upright on the wooden board.
Mu Wanwan could see his expression—
Very calm, a pair of dark eyes occasionally flashed expectant fireworks, brows stretched out, I don't know what to think, and occasionally there will be a slight smile on the lips.
Obviously there are still many wounds on his body, she can feel his pale face in pain.
"Good night, Dabao, Xiaobao."
Mr. Long said something in a low voice and slowly closed his eyes. He was very tired and fell asleep after a while. His breathing was a little heavy, twitching and twitching. His tail also swept the bed twice, meandering. A trace of blood.
Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Xiaolong's childish cheeks, and was very sad—
Her Mr. Xiaolong, is it because she is too lonely and because no one speaks, that she treats two spirit eggs like this
Mu Wanwan slowly stretched out his hand and wanted to touch his head, but he could only feel the wet and cold water on his head, which could not bring him any comfort.
She pursed her lips and opened her eyes, unable to fall asleep.
…
Mu Wanwan spent three very real days in this dream. When she opened her eyes on the fourth day and saw the broken ceiling of Mr. Xiaolong's house, she was very calm.
She got up from the bed like a flow, walked to the edge of the table and said hello to the two spirit eggs that seemed to have grown a bit big, "Dabao, Xiaobao, good morning."
Then while a certain dragon was still taking care of himself, he supported his chin and followed behind him like a piao.
She is in a spirit state now, except for some touches, she is not hungry, "Mr. Xiaolong, are you still going to that place to hunt today?"
She pretended that he could hear, "Why not, that white dragon is not easy to mess with. Didn't you get blown away by his claws yesterday? Fortunately, you ran fast."
"Let's bully that stupid big black dragon."
Mu Wanwan offered sincere advice on the side, then watched Mr. Long tidy up his cloak, touched Dabao and Xiaobao before leaving, and left.
Mu Wanwan pursed her lips, and still followed behind him in the end, but when she woke up today, for some unknown reason, she always felt a little uneasy in her heart.
This time, Mr. Xiaolong did not go to the territory of the uneasy white dragon, nor did he provoke the stupid black dragon boy. Just dodging pedestrians all the way and went far away.
Although he has no shoes, his speed is not slow. The soles of his feet are covered with a layer of scales. He usually walks in remote places, occasionally flying over the eaves and walls.
Mu Wanwan followed him for a few days, and he was a little used to it. He only followed him through the wall and a short cut. Fortunately, the weather has been better recently. Although it is still cloudy, it is not raining anymore, and many places are not particularly slippery. Yes, the grip of the dragon claw is still OK.
"Where are you going, Mr. Long?" They had been rushing for a long time, and Mu Wanwan was a little tired. She watched the little dragon cub jumping around energetically, and she almost lost the strength to chase.
The scenery around them gradually changed, and Mu Wanwan guessed that he had left the No. 7 area of the dark alley and went to another place.
There are fewer buildings and fewer people around. There are also few orphans from the dragon and other races, but there are more and more plants.
They ran for a while longer, Mr. Long finally stopped, and they reached their destination—
A somewhat desolate large garbage dump.
Unlike most of the domestic garbage in the seven districts of the dark alley, the garbage here is mostly large-scale garbage, such as broken tables, chairs, benches, rags and broken pieces of wood.
Mu Wanwan probably guessed what he was going to do. When Mr. Xiaolong was looking for food these days, he would also pay attention to see if there were any wood blocks, but he never found a suitable one. I'm afraid he was in a hurry and wanted to take advantage of today's The weather finally cleared up and came out to find some wood to make a bed for Xiaobao
Mu Wanwan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but her body was still very honest and started to help Mr. Xiaolong to find wooden blocks together, although she couldn't really help him.
Because there is very little food here, generally orphans don’t come here often. Mr. Long’s search is relatively easy. He took a fancy to the top of a broken bed, but there are already a few people around there. A little orc.
Mu Wanwan saw that Mr. Long's expression became fierce almost instantly, scales appeared on his cheeks, and his palms turned into sharp claws. Beside the cub, he ruthlessly pressed the orc boy who was headed on the ground.
His paws rested on his neck, roaring lowly at him, a pair of phoenix eyes shining with golden light, and two pointed fangs beside his lips, "Bed, mine."
Mu Wanwan was familiar with his little vicious expression when he was fighting, but the little orc who was pressed against his paws was shivering in fright, and the animal patterns on his face came out, "Here, I'll give it to you."
Mr. Xiaolong didn't hurt him, just slowly withdrew his claws, "Go away."
The little orc hurriedly got up from the ground, and the other cubs also woke up and screamed like a dream—
"It's the evil star, run!"
"Dogu was touched by him! Dogu is going to be cursed!"
"woohoo, bastard dragon woohoo..."
Mu Wanwan listened to the group of cubs running away while scolding Mr. Long. She was about to die of anger. She really wanted to beat all these little brats.
What does it mean to be cursed after being touched? She took care of Mr. Long for so many days, why was she not cursed
But such remarks may be familiar to Mr. Long. She has heard it many times in the past few days. Every time, Mr. Long just let them say it very plainly, with cold eyebrows and eyes.
She thought he was not sad until one night, she saw him cry.
That day he was just said to be a hybrid dragon without a father.
Mr. Long let them talk during the day, but only took away the food they were fighting for.
In the evening, I went back to 'home', but it was very quiet, and it was rare to endure the dirty hugging the pillow. His two ears drooped down, the curvature was terribly low, tears hung from his eyelashes, and he didn't sob, just curled up silently into a ball.
This time, he did the same, listened to them scold him calmly, and then removed the intact wooden board from the bed.
He didn't waste anything and took down all the parts that could be used.
He probably got the materials he needed. Although the sky was getting darker, Mr. Xiaolong's mood was better, and he started to rush back.
Mu Wanwan felt a dull pain in his heart. One day has passed, and he hasn't eaten anything yet. Speaking of which, it has been two days, and he only ate a little steamed buns.
His eyes were a little sore again, and Mu Wanwan couldn't get angry, so he followed Mr. Long who was in a good mood and rushed back.
But the gods were not beautiful, and the rain fell again halfway along the way, mixed with some broken hailstones, hitting the forehead, and it hurt a little.
Mr. Long ran and ran and stopped, Mu Wanwan thought what was wrong with him, and stepped forward worried, only to see this exquisite dragon cub, unbuttoned the gray cloak, and took off the one that could The baby cloak, barely covering his ears, wrapped a few boards tightly.
A few small pieces of ice hit his corner and were split in half.
Mu Wanwan: "..."
She was very helpless, following behind him, looking at the increasingly gloomy sky, the feeling of uneasiness in her heart became stronger and stronger. She didn't even bother to observe the terrain, so she could only follow behind him through the increasingly cold rain curtain, and slowly, she got closer and closer to his home.
When passing through several alleys, Mu Wanwan's heart skipped a beat. In the sewage, the two-headed snake that had frightened her before turned into a snake corpse, floating on the water, stinking.
The feeling of unease in his heart became stronger and stronger. Mu Wanwan glanced at Mr. Long subconsciously. His fine bangs were wet by the rain, and wisps were on his forehead. His lips were pursed tightly. The movement of the feet is faster.
Mu Wanwan didn't care about the suffocation of her calf submerged in dirty water. She got used to it these days. She only increased the speed and ran, but she ran at the speed of Mr. Long before, but she still couldn't catch up. on that person.
He was probably a little flustered, the soles of his feet had completely turned into claws, and every jump would leave a deep imprint on the wall.
Mu Wanwan couldn't outrun him, and when she finally turned the corner, she was nailed to the spot—
Before going out in the morning, the house that was fine is now almost shattered into gravel, the stones collapsed, the wooden boards were torn apart, and the thatch fell on the dirty ground, covered with mud.
The wooden door was torn open, and it was thrown to one side, with two bloody docked tails hanging on it, the tails of a two-tailed cat.
Mu Wanwan's tears came down at once, she felt that the world in front of her was blurred in an instant, she subconsciously wanted to see Mr. Long's expression, but only saw that he lowered his head slightly, and his palms that turned into dragon claws were pinched in. palm.
"Ha, I said why this beast has been making himself so dirty recently." A harsh voice sounded, Mu Wanwan watched with red eyes as a tall dragon jumped down from the wall.
"It turns out that your evil star's home is here." A grim smile flashed on his face, "I usually don't bother to care about you, but this beast doesn't know what's going on, and runs towards you every three days. I came back with your blood a few days ago, causing Lily to quarrel with me!"
The dragon clan was holding a cat without a tail in one hand, and two familiar white eggs in the other hand, making Mu Wanwan's whole body cold almost instantly.
The cat was dead with its tail cut off and hung on Mr. Long's door like a demonstration.
His Dabao and Xiaobao were also pinched in their hands, as long as they exerted a little force...
"give me back… "
Mr. Xiaolong's palm was covered in blood, and the wooden board he brought back with his hard work fell to the ground, making a dull sound. He stared at the blue dragon, his eyes turned golden, and his fangs came out, "Give it back to me."
"give me back!"
"Oh, it's back to you." Qinglong picked up the dead cat in disgust and threw it into the distance. Seeing Mr. Long jumping on the ground to catch it, he laughed, as if he was admiring his misery.
Mu Wanwan was so angry that it burst, and the pain in his heart twitched, regardless of whether he was in a spiritual state or not, he just wanted to go up and smash the head of this blue dragon. But she was destined to have no choice, and even before she jumped to that Qinglong's side, she saw scales all over his body emerge, his mouth opened wide, and in the sight of Mr. Long's about to freeze, he swallowed Dabao and Xiaobao.
"Bah, it's unpalatable, it's all broken." Qinglong took two sips, and when his eyes met Mr. Long's expression, he put on an interesting smile, "Hey, didn't you say you are a evil star? Why do I think you are a little girl? Well, there are tears."
Speaking of which he seemed to suddenly think of something, he laughed and said, "You don't really think that the two eggs they deliberately put on the road are dragon eggs, right? Hahaha I laughed so hard."
Mu Wanwan listened to his ridicule, and only felt a splitting headache, and her heart seemed to be torn apart. At this moment, her senses seemed to be in sync with Mr. Long, and she felt that her body was slowly getting bigger, and the eyes of the dragons on the opposite side became more and more More and more stunned, and getting smaller and smaller.
Soon, he also became a dragon.
There was an angry dragon yin beside her ears, bloody scales all in her eyes, Mu Wanwan only felt that the world was spinning, her whole body was in pain, her vision gradually blurred, and when she came back to her senses clearly again, the battle was over.
Qinglong was bitten to death and fell from the air with eyes like copper bells.
The dragon chants in her ears still didn't stop. She heard the lingering dragon chants coming from all directions. Angrily, watching the excitement, many dragon races rushed towards this once comfortable little corner.
Mu Wanwan felt that she was really about to wake up. She tried her best to open her eyes, but she could only vaguely see a dragon covered in bruises and bruises. Really, just run desperately into the distance.
Don't look back, run.
A large mass of blood fell, like tears.
It's Mr. Long.
It's Mr. Long.
…
He opened his eyes suddenly, Mu Wanwan gasped for two quick breaths, and touched his sweaty forehead without feeling, his eyes were full of tears.
She looked at her palm, turned her head not really, and saw Mr. Long sleeping peacefully beside her.
Mu Wanwan bit his lip, a little afraid that he was still in a dream, but tentatively reached out to touch his arm.
Warm, soft, touchable.
It's true, it's the real Mr. Long.
It is Mr. Long who has temperature.
Mu Wanwan's emotions suddenly collapsed. She wanted to tell herself that she was just dreaming, and the things that happened in the dream were false, but the dream was so real.
It was so real that he didn't want to believe that it was just a dream. She wanted to believe that Mr. Xiaolong existed, even though the past was too miserable for Mr. Long.
She still remembers Mr. Xiaolong's expression when the two eggs were eaten.
With such an expression of despair and hatred of his incompetence, I am afraid, he really thought that those two eggs belonged to dragon eggs.
"Mr. Long." Mu Wanwan didn't care about avoiding suspicion, he called out to Mr. Long vaguely, much gentler than usual, and slowly moved to his side.
He was very hot, slightly higher than Mr. Xiaolong's body temperature, and it spread to her palm little by little through the thin cotton underwear.
She was very sad and just wanted to do everything she didn't do in her dream. First, she reached out and touched his head, then hugged his arm and put her head on his shoulder.
So a dragon that had just successfully connected to a piece of pronuclear and couldn't wait to wake up was successfully turned on and then crashed: "..."
Mr. Long was stunned. He didn't know what happened, but he could feel her hugging his arms tightly, as if very sad.
A soft and warm touch came from her body, spreading up from her arms and shoulders little by little, like a fire, burning up little by little, and he felt his face start to heat.
Why suddenly hug, hug... hug him
Although in Mu Wanwan's eyes, this is just the comfort she owes Mr. Xiaolong, and it can't be regarded as a hug in the strict sense? But in Mr. Long's eyes, as soon as he woke up, she hugged his arm and put her head on his shoulders, which made Long uneasy.
Her hair was a little long and her cheeks were soft, leaning against his shoulder, the long strands of hair slipped, making him itchy.
"Stupid dragon." Mu Wanwan couldn't recover from the look in Mr. Xiaolong's eyes just now, and really wanted to tell him that it was just a spirit egg, not a dragon egg.
Moreover, according to Mr. Long in the dream, he didn't care about other people's opinions on the surface, but in fact, he secretly wiped his tears. Mu Wanwan was really afraid. The eggs are found, so the two-tailed cat is killed.
Thinking of this layer, she was even more sad, angry and uncomfortable.
I'm angry that I have nothing to do with this dream, but I can't do anything, what a dragon, how can I be so stupid! Stupidly makes her feel bad.
She was aggrieved and sad, and called him stupid dragon, but Mr. Long shook his ears shyly.
The author has something to say: Mr. Long (shy): "When I woke up, my wife not only hugged (→_→) me, but also called me by my nickname (???), I am so happy."