After waking up from the dream, time passed quickly, and it was already a week later.
Mr. Long was still the same as before, but Mu Wanwan felt that he seemed to move slightly more than when he was lying down before. For example, sometimes when he was feeding him porridge, he could feel that his whole dragon trembled a little unnaturally. For another example, it doesn't seem to be as painful as before—
Occasionally, his pale face would become more bloody, and the ferocious lines that would move from time to time seemed to be suppressed, only moving occasionally. There is also the tail, although the tip of the tail has been lost, the tail has grown a little better now, and it has not rotted again. The scales have also transitioned from the previous withered yellow to the current state of half withered yellow, which is much better than the last time she went out. .
At this rate, maybe another year? Or not a year, maybe in a few months, Mr. Long will be able to wake up.
Occasionally, I think that maybe when he wakes up, he will become the tyrant with only one code name in the original body's memory, Mu Wanwan will still feel a little sad, after all, she has also raised the dragon for so long, although he will not move, But it won't hurt her and gave her endless motivation.
Besides, she has kissed others and drank their blood...
Although she couldn't tell whether she was hoping that Mr. Long would wake up or that he would always fall asleep, she was really happy with Mr. Long's changes now.
Except for Mr. Long, Mao Chiu is also in good condition. The wound on his little wings is much better, it has long stopped bleeding, and the flesh is about to grow back. There is no hair on the previously injured area, it is bare and only covered A layer of tiny feathers, which doesn't look good.
But it just seems that Mengmeng's state is very good, and it is about to go to the house.
It seems to be very interested in Mr. Long's fluffy ears. From time to time, it will jump on the bed and step on Mr. Long's face to rub his ears. Once Mu Wanwan returned to the room after cultivating Lingzhi, and saw Mao Jiu rubbed Mr. Long's ear, and opened his bright yellow beak, as if he wanted to peck off a little bit of fur and bring it back to play.
Fortunately, she moved fast enough, otherwise Mr. Long would be miserable. Thinking about it, Mr. Long, who had only a pair of furry ears and could be called cute, completely lost his fur and turned into a slippery scale dragon...
"啾!" It seems that the food has been good recently, and Mengmeng wakes up full of energy every day. Besides Mr. Long's ears, one of its favorite places is the small basket that Muwanwan uses to hatch eggs.
Carefully squatted in the only free space in the basket, then stuffed the increasingly plump little body inside, stretched out two small wings to cover the two spirit eggs with difficulty, and hugged one at the same time.
Despite its small size, its small wings can only cover a small half of the egg.
Every time I see this picture of love, Mu Wanwan can't help but want to laugh.
It is also because of the existence of Mao Jiu that she feels that the days of non-stop work are not so difficult.
These days, Tianmu Wanwan has been working hard to cultivate seeds. Although she has advanced, the success rate of seed cultivation has decreased. Sixty percent.
Moreover, the cultivated seedlings require a lot of spiritual energy to warm up every day, so even though seven or eight days have passed, she has only cultivated eleven second-order green star grass and nine second-order hundred precious fruits.
Because Mengmeng hasn't reached the first-order yet, all she feeds it is the fruits cultivated from the remaining first-order seeds, but it is a certain dragon, and the food is better.
"Mr. Long, it's time to eat."
Mu Wanwan prepared dinner, picked a hard-growing Bixingcao fruit, and fed it to the dragon. The second-order Bixingcao fruit is also translucent, the juice inside is a little richer, and the fruit is larger. Generally, she only feeds Mr. Long one a day.
Of the spirit stones that he brought back, Mr. Tianlong absorbed some of them one after another, leaving two middle-grade spirit stones and three lower-grade spirit stones.
Mu Wanwan also kept two low-grade spirit stones on his body, and occasionally took a sip of the spirit stones when he was too tired to cultivate the seeds, as if to refuel himself.
After dinner, before it was night and it wasn't particularly cold, Mu Wanwan washed the dishes, boiled some water, and briefly cleaned up for himself and Mr. Long, and was ready to do some handicrafts and go to bed.
The weather is getting colder and colder now, and the probability of cloudy days is getting bigger and bigger, and it's not that kind of dry and cold, it's wet and cold, it's painful every time I wash anything, so the house is a little better. She bought it last time Some warm stones, the temperature inside the house is higher than the outside.
"What are you embroidering tonight?" Mu Wanwan was lying on the bed with a warm stone in the quilt, like a hot water bottle, which could provide some warmth. She leaned halfway against the wall and looked at Mao Chiu, who was yawning on the bedside table.
"One more cute embroidery?" Mu Wanwan thought about it and still didn't embroider Mengmeng anymore. She has already embroidered a lot of hairballs. It's better to embroider a mandarin duck, which should sell better.
"Chirp~"
It was getting late, Mengmeng made a faint chirping sound, and lay on the edge of a warm stone that Mu Wanwan specially placed beside her little quilt, and closed her black bean-like eyes.
The oil lamp gradually dimmed, Mu Wanwan embroidered halfway, and felt a little sore in her neck, so she didn't continue, and got out of bed and gently packed her things.
"Mr. Long, good night."
Before going to bed, Mu Wanwan said hello to a certain dragon beside him as usual, then closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.
Mr. Long moved slowly when she heard the sound of her gentle breathing, and cautiously used his divine sense to confirm that the damn Mao Chiu was also asleep.
The quilt was dry two days ago, and Mu Wanwan didn't continue to sleep with Mr. Long. Now he occupies most of the jade bed by himself, and he won't be noticed if he moves occasionally.
Crow's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Mr. Long slowly opened his eyes.
The dark eyes reflected the warm light of the lamp oil that had not yet burned out. He blinked slowly, shook his ears, felt a little pain in the hairs on his ears, and frowned—
He knew that chirp, and he was pecking at his hair when he fell asleep during the day!
However, thinking that he can have a little intimate contact with his wife later, Mr. Long is still looking forward to it, and he even wagged his tail happily under the quilt.
Well, the first step in intimate contact is to make yourself look better.
Mr. Long blushed slightly, and mobilized the spiritual power in his body. After a faint white glow, a certain dragon changed from a face full of black and red curse lines, with a ferocious horn on the top of his head, to a man with black hair, long and narrow phoenix eyes, and a handsome face. .
A long injured dragon tail also turned into two powerful long legs.
Although he lost the tip of his tail, when he turned into a human shape, his body was still intact. He just estimated that he would be a little lame when walking, and his sense of balance would be poor. However, his face should not have become much ugly, right
Mr. Long silently raised his arm and gently touched his cheek.
He has nothing now, and only this face is okay.
So even in the night after his wife fell asleep, he didn't know what state of mind he was in, so he had to lose some spiritual power and turn into a human form.
today…
What are you going to do to Mrs.
A few days ago, he held her hand too much. Because he enjoyed the feeling of being held by his wife, he gradually became a little unsatisfied. He even wanted to kiss her, would it be too much
Mr. Long turned his body on his side, thinking a lot in his mind, but his face was as motionless as a mountain, which well inherited the characteristics of facial paralysis from childhood to adulthood. His long ink-colored hair was spread on the pillow, and his phoenix eyes were filled with the golden glow of anticipation, and the color like honey flashed past, his thin lips were pursed, and his eyes fell on her, as if it was light and gentle —
She looks a lot better than the first time he saw it with his divine sense.
The skin is fairer. Although the eyelashes are not very long, they are curved and very cute. When I open my eyes, it is a bright star. When I close my eyes, it is quiet like an ink painting.
Her long hair was sprinkled on the pillow, her ears and lips were pink, and her collarbone was prominent. Not the kind of beauty who is alluring, but everything has grown into what he likes.
Just looking at it, you can't extricate yourself and sink deeper and deeper.
What's more, she's so good, so good.
There was a dull pain in his heart, and Mr. Long's eyes were a little dim-
He thought at first that she was just a human race with ordinary talents. Although it was unfortunate to marry him, when he got better, he would definitely use this life to protect her well.
But later, after eating so many fruits cultivated by her spiritual power, how could he not know that her talent is not ordinary.
It has such a high success rate of cultivation at the second rank, and the cultivated spiritual plant is much higher than the quality of the same rank, and also has the special effect of dispelling curses. How can this be considered ordinary
In this continent, monsters are gradually rising, and the curse of the abyss monsters below the fifth rank cannot be completely dispelled, and the curse of the witches is gradually becoming vicious. Before, only Jinjiang grass and the elixir refined at a great cost were used to deal with the curse. It worked wonders, and now, his wife has it too.
Although she is still very weak and even forced to be bound to him, if he wakes up and gives her some pointers on alchemy, give her some resources, and give her some time, according to her diligence, she will definitely grow up.
At that time, the master of alchemy who can refine the effect of dispelling the curse will become a guest wherever he goes. Even in the most lofty special life alliance, it can have a place.
Even, she will become better and better, more and more dazzling. Although he is good-looking, there are many others in the world who are as good-looking as him. Moreover, she has never seen his appearance. What if he happens to be not the one she likes
The idea of him wanting to tie people to his side is indeed selfish.
He has no horns now, and his strength is greatly reduced. Even if all the seven broken original cores are linked together, he can only restore 80% of his original strength.
He can't beat the seventh-order powerhouse, and he will die if he is besieged by the sixth-order. Even walking without using his spiritual power seems to be disabled. It is difficult to say whether he can take back all the power from Ao Qin's hands. Let her follow him, it's really a good or bad dragon.
He should set her free.
He should have set her free.
Now she doesn't know that he is awake, she just takes responsibility and sympathy to take care of him, Mr. Long can't help but think of that hug, he can only deceive himself, she's just cold, she's just cold, she doesn't feel anything about herself .
But even so, even if he knew that his behavior could not be called a righteous dragon gentleman, even if he felt that he was like a mouse, Mr. Long decided to indulge himself.
She didn't know anything, she was sound asleep, he was soft, she wouldn't know.
His heart was twitching, and it was beating violently and uncomfortably. Mr. Long moved gently, wrapped in the quilt, and moved to the top of Mu Wanwan little by little.
He put his arms on the sides of the pillow and looked greedily at her sleeping face.
Fortunately, Mu Wanwan's sleep was not very light. She lay on her side and felt the change of light and shadow, but she only fluttered her eyelashes and did not wake up.
I really want to…
I really want to... kiss her.
The blood gradually boiled, and Mr. Long's forehead was oozing with restrained sweat, his cheeks were red, but his expression was cold, and his brows were also twisted, a very reluctant expression.
"Mrs..."
He heard himself say softly, his voice hoarse and low, with a terrifying paranoia, echoing in the quiet room.
"I… "
Mr. Long tilted his head slightly, the blush on his face became more obvious, and his brows wrinkled even tighter.
He wants to say, can I kiss you
Like every time Mu Wanwan wanted to touch his ears, he bullied the sleeping person.
But he obviously couldn't say it, he just said "I", as if he was going to kill Long Lao.
The old dragon who has been single for many years is really unable to speak.
Mr. Long has been brewing for a long time, with an indifferent expression of bitterness and hatred. After holding it for a long time, he said "I".
The spiritual power in the body was passing quickly. Mr. Long struggled for almost a quarter of an hour, but he still couldn't say it, so he decided to let him go, silently simulated the scene that Mrs. agreed in his mind, and then slowly bent down and pulled the two closer. the distance.
Her face gradually enlarged, getting closer and closer to him, Mr. Long's heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and the blood was surging—
The two of them could hear each other's breath, her warm breath sprayed on his lips, causing a terrifying shudder.
No, he couldn't take it anymore.
Mr. Long's face was all red, but he still couldn't kiss her. He slowly, slowly, and cautiously touched her cheek.
Very light and light, like an illusion.
Mr. Long was almost out of breath, and despite his serious expression, he couldn't resist the flushing face.
He didn't even notice that his ears popped out the moment he touched Mu Wanwan. At this moment, the pair of ears that could reveal his emotions were rising and falling with the sound of his breathing that he tried so hard to suppress.
I don't know how long it took, Mr. Long calmed down a little, he felt the little spiritual power left in his body, and thought a little shamelessly, how about another kiss
Just when Mr. Long blushed and shook his ears, ready to kiss again, Mu Wanwan seemed to have suddenly noticed something, his eyes were sleepy, his eyelashes trembled, and he looked like he was about to wake up.
When her eyelashes trembled, Mr. Long's heart trembled, and the sweetness that had just risen turned into ice-like fear.
There was even a sudden feeling of disgust. His pupils were constricted, and his body was instinctively tense. When he reacted, he had already bent down and buried his head on the pillow beside her neck, trying to use the ostrich method to cover up his stealing. pro behavior.
Mu Wanwan only felt that something was pressing against her, which made her very uncomfortable. She slept in a daze, and only felt hairy around her neck.
Mr. Long was so nervous that he had never woken up in the middle of the night a few nights ago. He let down his guard after losing the dragon. Mr. Long was very uneasy, but when he heard Mu Wanwan's words, he was about to fall into a cliff. The heart was hanged by the branch again.
"Mengmeng..." Mu Wanwan vaguely called his own Mao Jiu's name, "You went to bed again..."
Mao Chiu
Mr. Long's ears trembled, and a thought flashed across his mind like lightning.
He was in her ear, whispered, and made the most disdainful kind of voice that he didn't know how many times he complained in his heart.
"chirp..."
The voice is low, hoarse, and soft, and the tail is slightly raised, not sweet or salty at all.
Unexpectedly, Mu Wanwan didn't hear it.
She was half awake, but when she remembered it, she felt that the hair was pressing down on her too hard. After trying it, she was too lazy to lie down again, "Well... I've gained weight."
Mr. Long only felt that her soft body pressed against his chest lightly through the quilt, and the whole dragon was about to explode directly. In order to lower his wife's vigilance, he whispered again and "tweeted" gently for two times. Voice.
Then, with a blushing face, he quickly returned to his original position.
God knew that he was about to stop breathing. Mr. Long's heart was beating violently, and he felt that sooner or later his life would be on Mu Wanwan's hand.
Before he recovered, Mu Wanwan felt something was wrong over there.
Although Mao Jiu is fat, he can't be that much fat, right? And why did she think Mao Chiu's voice was weird
The more I think about it in my sleep, the more weird I feel, is she a ghost
This thought suddenly appeared in her head, Mu Wanwan opened her eyes sharply, panted twice, and sat up halfway, the lights in the room were about to burn out, and there was only a little dim light left, she subconsciously looked at Mr. Long beside the pillow—
The furry ears are still there, no, why are the black and red lines on the face gone
A heart suddenly lifted up, combined with the ghost guess just now, Mu Wanwan's heart beat wildly, she felt that she was about to be scared to death, she called Mao Jiu's name a little incoherently—
“Mengmeng…”
“Mengmeng…”
"Chirp...?"
"Chirp!"
Hearing Mu Wanwan's call, Mengmeng struggled to get up and responded to her with a milky voice. She opened her eyes wide and looked at Mu Wanwan's expression like she was about to cry, and flexibly jumped from the bedside table to the bed. On the side, he jumped into her hand and rubbed her palm with his small head.
"Chirp?"
There was a warm feeling in her hand, and Mu Wanwan's heart gradually returned to warmth, but she was still trembling, and the more she thought about it, the more afraid, if, if, the person lying beside her was not Mr. Long, but , What should a ghost do!
“Mengmeng…”
"啾!" Mengmeng responded loudly to her, and comfortably gave Mu Wanwan a loving nudge.
Mu Wanwan touched Mengmeng's little head, made up his mind, and looked at Mr. Long suddenly—
Ah, the familiar Mr. Long.
She lay motionless and obediently.
She breathed a sigh of relief, wiped off the cold sweat she was frightened out of, and gently put Mao Jiu on the bedside table, got up and lit a lamp.
The room suddenly became brighter, and Mu Wanwan was completely awake.
"I'm sorry, Mengmeng, for disturbing your sleep." She apologized to Mengmeng in a low voice, in exchange for a bright chirp.
"Fortunately, you are here." She said and smiled, and was about to say something to Mr. Long who was still lying down when she heard a crisp cracking sound.
"Chirp!" Mao Tuan became excited all of a sudden, waving his little wings that couldn't fully lift his body, and gliding all the way to the basket containing the spirit eggs.
Mu Wanwan also came to the spirit, she put on a coat and walked to the edge of the table.
The lights came on, and she could see what was in the basket—
A crack appeared on two of the several spirit eggs that were originally in the basket.
"click", "click",
slowly cracked.
This is, is there a chick to hatch
Mu Wanwan was a little surprised. She actually thought that these eggs would not hatch at first. After all, the temperature is so low now. Although she bought a warm stone and covered it with a handkerchief, Mengmeng also covered it with small wings from time to time. A soul egg, but she didn't hold out much hope.
In fact, the egg seller said that this is a first-order spiritual egg, and the probability of no hen hatching is very low. If it has not hatched for more than five days, you can usually eat it.
But maybe it was because she experienced Mr. Long's dream that she brought some emotions. She was prepared to eat it ten days later without hatching, but now she gave her such a big surprise.
If only Mr. Xiaolong was here.
If Mr. Xiaolong saw his big treasure and Xiaobao hatched, he would be very happy, right
Mu Wanwan's eyes were gentle, looking at the two fragile chicks, breaking out of their shells little by little, towards the cute birds they saw for the first time =_=! Made a crisp, begging cry.
But Mengmeng didn't think there was anything, and was very happy to say hello to them.
Mu Wanwan was embarrassed, and couldn't help laughing again.
Come on, the chicks hatched, and she probably won't have to sleep tonight.
Filled with energy for the next thing, Mu Wanwan's expression was happy and soft that he didn't even notice.
Mr. Long slowly regained his consciousness, and his heart that was almost caught also settled down. Looking at Mu Wanwan, Mao Jiu, and the newly hatched, ugly chicken cubs, the corners of Mr. Long's lips were invisible. Yang Yang, the eyes are a little sour.
Oh, he already knew.
He already knew.
He knew it the year after he lost his "home" and was forced to flee.
An egg that grows like this is a spiritual egg, and it cannot hatch a small dragon cub.
Even if the names of the spiritual eggs are Dabao and Xiaobao, they will not hatch.
The author has something to say: Mr. Long (hoarse and deep): "Tweet..."