Mr. Long waited quietly for his wife to come back, with Mengmeng leaning on one hand, which was hairy and itchy.
The snow outside is a little heavy, and the yard is quiet, but not as dead as it used to be. He gently closed his eyes, let go of his lightly scattered consciousness, and the entire palace, which was once lonely and used only as his residence, slowly enlarged—
The messy burning grass in the kitchen was well collected and put together, many seasonings were neatly placed on the cupboard, and Lingmi was placed on the next floor, a small bag. The nest of three chicks was placed in the kitchen, with warm stones in the cage, they were huddled together, not knowing what game they were playing.
There is a piece of unpaved land behind the kitchen of the side hall. The soil inside is almost dug, and there is a shovel next to it.
There was a bloodstain in the corner of the wall, which she had accidentally left before, and it had turned dark red.
After walking through the long corridor, you can reach the main room, and there is only one room, and there are traces and smells of her everywhere.
The yard is quite large, but it is very empty. Now there are a lot of plant seedlings, most of which are under the eaves. Some of them are out of bounds. With the wind blowing, snow falls on the buds.
Ah, she has her sloppy moments too.
A smile flashed in his eyes, and Mr. Long moved his legs carefully. The pain from the bones caused his cheeks to turn pale for a moment due to the curse.
These days, he has actually gotten a lot better. The time he wakes up is getting longer and longer, and the fifth pronuclear fragment is about to be successfully connected. Only most of the spiritual power is still sealed. It is too extravagant to fly or relieve pain. .
After all, he still has no way to obtain the spirit stone, and the previous accumulation was plundered in that battle.
He was raised by his wife.
To save.
After a while, he will try to go outside and get something back.
Thinking of the person's appearance, Mr. Long even felt that the pain was relieved a little bit, with her slippers on the toes, and most of the soles of her feet were exposed.
Mr. Long's cheeks were scalded, and his feet were so big that Mrs. forgot to buy him shoes.
As soon as the dragon moved, Mao Jiunuan's back was gone, and he was still snoring and planted his head on the table, but tenaciously did not wake up, and still slept soundly.
Mengmeng is still very young and needs a lot of sleep every day.
Mr. Long ignored it, holding the table with both hands coldly, his light blue clothes swayed in the breeze, his once strong legs seemed to have broken bones, he pierced the meridians all the way from his fingertips, his muscles were stiff, move a little. It's pain that goes deep into the bone marrow.
The legs that looked so good were already rotted from the inside.
Without using spiritual power, he could only move little by little with the strength of his arms, which was worse than a mortal, worse than a lame man.
Mr. Long's knuckles turned white, and he finally "walked" out of the range of the table, but he was still a long way from the door, but the pain had already caused dense beads of sweat to ooze out of his forehead.
He turned sideways and caught a glimpse of himself in the bronze mirror in front of the wardrobe—
The face is full of terrible curse lines, like flowing black and red blood, densely covered vertically and horizontally, all the way from the forehead into the collar. The long hair on the temples was wet and stuck to his face, in stark contrast to the pale face that was not covered by the curse mark. The lips are blue and purple, and the broken horns on the forehead are hideous and ugly, like a monster.
Mr. Long's pupils shrank. He knew that he looked ugly now, but he had never seen himself like this with his own eyes.
With his appearance, where did he get the confidence to think that Madam had other intentions for him
After all, she has always been like this in her eyes.
Not his self-deceiving appearance, but the scarred, disabled and ugly dragon.
There was a bottomless emotion in his eyes, and Mr. Long suddenly felt so disgusting—
She took care of him with all her heart, and did not despise him for being ugly or troublesome, but he relied on her kindness and her defenselessness, and tried to get closer and closer to her every day.
But he.
But he wanted to drag her to hell with him.
Mr. Long looked at the slightly distorted face in the bronze mirror, his heart grew dark, and he let out a broken gasp from his throat.
He wasn't able to protect her completely.
But that is, greedy, hateful, selfish and domineering want to be with her.
The desire to possess her is stronger than the desire for anything.
The palms were covered with cold sweat, and there was a sudden sharp pain in the place where the leg was directly cursed. The curse that had been suppressed took the opportunity to enter, trying to interrupt the fifth pronucleus that he was about to connect successfully, his mind was blurred for a moment, Mr. Long hid in the The legs under the gown turned into dragon tails, the scales quickly turned yellow, and the trousers were cut.
Mr. Long's long eyelashes trembled in pain, and blood slowly overflowed from the corners of his lips.
His blood stained the ground, the scales on his face were looming, the light in his eyes was scattered for a few seconds, and he quickly regained clarity. Mr. Long struggled to maintain Qingming, rushed into the yard, raised his hand to seal the door of the room, brought a strong cold wind, and directly blew Huan Mengmeng from the table to the wall.
The fat chirp slammed into the wall with a slap, and then fell to the ground. The little butt hit the cold floor, and jumped up with a painful chirp.
This bad dragon throws and chirps!
Mengmeng was particularly aggrieved. She raised her small wings and wiped the corners of her eyes. She got up and gritted her teeth and wanted to settle accounts with Long, but before she took two steps on her thin legs, she was caught by a black man flying in from the window. The scales of the fog hit his head.
Mengmeng was so scared that she felt dizzy all of a sudden, she felt that the black mist was sucked in by it, and it hurt Mengmeng all of a sudden, she tweeted weakly towards the half-opened window twice—
It was already covered by a huge creature, Mengmeng could only see a lot of bloodstains rolling down from the huge scales, and the rich bloody smell made it feel as if she had returned to the time when her shell had just broken a few days ago.
The little chirps who played with it in the woods were all killed.
Moemo…
Mengmeng hurts too.
"Chirp, chirp."
Wanwan, if only Wanwan was here, Mengmeng thought she was about to die, and Jiu was about to be unable to breathe.
It wanted to rub against her again, Mengmeng weakly opened its tender yellow beak, turned over forcibly, facing the small nest Mu Wanwan had made for it before, tears fell for the first time in its big eyes.
…
There was the sound of scales falling off in the yard, smashing on the ground, accompanied by a painful dragon roar. If Mr. Long had not set up the formation before, someone would have discovered such a big formation and such an unpleasant smell within three minutes. .
However, due to the formation, those who did not step within ten meters of the palace could not notice the abnormality.
This rebound of the curse caused by the connection of the fifth pronucleus lasted for nearly two hours. The entire yard was dyed red, and the seedlings that were unfortunately poured on by the blood also withered.
The huge dragon exhausted its stamina and energy, and successfully connected the fifth prokaryotic fragment.
If it wasn't for the spiritual plant that the lady fed during this time to relieve the curse, perhaps he would have broken his nucleus and died by exploding his body. Even so, he is still not much better now, and most of the meridians are broken. Although he has temporarily restrained the curse, it will take some time to repair.
Before Mr. Long could recover from the severe pain, he noticed a familiar breath, wearing a bamboo hat, getting closer little by little.
She has come back.
The heart clenched violently, and an inexplicable panic instantly filled the air. The huge dragon didn't care about the falling scales, and shrank its body little by little, but it was still too slow.
too slow.
- Mu Wanwan said goodbye to Hongye with a basket on her back, and was rushing towards the yard.
She thought about it, and when she went back, she checked the situation of Long and Jiu, and then went to the kitchen to stew the big bones of the third-order spiritual cow she just bought. Afterwards, do some housework, cultivate spiritual plants, and make a pill or something while watching the time.
When it snows, the clothes will be more difficult to dry, and the newly bought underwear must be washed before they can be worn.
Mu Wanwan was a little worried, and her footsteps made shallow marks in the snow. She is now a third-order cultivator, and her control over "power" has reached a certain level. Although she is not an attack type of spiritual power, but As long as the wood-type spiritual power is used properly, it is possible to lift weights very easily.
It's just that she is not very skilled now, she just feels that her body is much lighter than before.
Mu Wanwan quickly walked inside the palace and in front of the courtyard—
I don't know if it was her delusion, why she felt that today was very different from before. As soon as she approached the courtyard gate, the tip of her nose was full of blood, and the sky seemed to be darker.
Mu Wanwan felt bad in his heart, raised his head, only caught the shadow of a vague giant beast flashing past, the sky returned to light gray again, and the snowflakes slowly fell, as if everything just happened was an illusion.
The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from his ears, Mu Wanwan was shocked, and without thinking about it, he shook the heavy door lock and pushed open the door.
The overwhelming **** smell hit the sky, and accompanied by the blood-stained snowflakes, it blew off the hat she was wearing, and blew away the long hair she was holding. The clammy touch stained crimson spots on her plain dress.
Mu Wanwan felt that the world in front of him suddenly turned from a gray snowy sky to a bloody color.
She was fascinated by the rushing snowflakes, raised her hand to block the strong wind that hurt her cheeks, and tried hard to see the scenery in front of her, but she could only see a blurred figure and withered yellow scales falling from the sky.
She reached out and grabbed a piece, but there was pain in her palm.
The pupils shrank, Mu Wanwan's heart turned up a huge wave, it was Mr. Long's scales.
Are these his blood
She hurriedly took two steps in, the courtyard door was closed behind her, her whole body was pressed against the door by the airflow, her back slammed against the doorknob, and she couldn't straighten her back in pain.
Physiological tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. Mu Wanwan watched with a little embarrassment as the fog in the whole yard dissipated, and a blurred light blue brocade robe floated in front of her eyes. She could clearly see the person standing in the middle of the messy yard—
Black hair shawls, broken horns, plush ears dyed red, terrible black and red lines all over the face.
Everything looked familiar to her.
Except for the pair,
Bottomless pitch-black pupils.