He, is he awake
Why did you wake up suddenly, didn't you continue to pretend to be asleep
Mu Wanwan was stunned in place, and when he met the pair of sober dark and narrow phoenix eyes, he suddenly lost his words—
That's what he looked like when he opened his eyes.
His eyebrows were like ink, his eyes were light, calm, but more indifferent than anything else.
The pale white snow fell, and the rain of blood on his cheeks turned into a cold touch. The heat of Mu Wanwan's anticipation for going home gradually fell, and ice slag formed in the sight he swept over.
She was suddenly at a loss, and the scales that she had held tightly in her hands fell to the ground, making a small sound, but it was like a violent sound, making Mu Wan bend like a bird in shock.
She subconsciously wanted to step back, but her back was against the door, and the basket had long since been broken, falling to the side, and things spilled all over the floor.
Mu Wanwan's fingertips were cold, and he lowered his head subconsciously.
When she came back from the door, the lying plant dragon husband turned into a awake living dragon with a piercing gaze, and sloughed off scales. what to do, what to say.
She was at a loss and didn't know how to speak, she hesitated for a while, what kind of smug clothes Mr. Long was.
After he saw Mu Wanwan's shocked gaze and his subconscious glance back, a glass heart was already broken in half.
Sure enough, her previous tolerance and dislike for him were just a fleeting dream of him. She just sympathized with him, just pitied him, not as he wished.
He is so ugly, even if he barely maintains his human form, he doesn't have the energy to hide the ugly curse mark on his face and the scar that has just broken. He must be ugly and ugly, even more ugly than what he just saw in the bronze mirror. No wonder she was scared.
The knuckles of Mr. Long's back were trembling with pain, but facing Mu Wanwan's direction, he did not move like a mountain.
He thought he could go, she was so afraid of him, he also made the yard she finally cleaned so dirty, and used an ugly face to scare her, she had done her best to herself, anyway, he had decided to wait until When he wakes up and leaves her, isn't it good that she doesn't have any feelings for herself, so that he doesn't need to use any means to make her hate him.
Just leave quietly.
That's what Mr. Long thought, but he felt very uncomfortable.
It must be a curse, it must be the reason why the curse has not yet passed, it must be because of this that he cannot move in pain, the meridians all over his body seem to be shattering, and a dragon is stubbornly standing upright, as if it was nailed to the spot by something.
His long black hair hung down on his chest, blown by the cold wind, and he maintained a statue-like standing.
It's just that he didn't know that his pair of plush ears, which he didn't have time to put away, drooped down to a terrifyingly low arc, sticking to the top of his head, motionless.
Mu Wanwan looked at him carefully, and saw the change in his ears, and he breathed a strange sigh of relief—
Fortunately, it was the person she was familiar with before, the familiar Mr. Long who was wearing clothes.
Look, her ears are drooping. Based on her observation of Mr. Xiaolong, she may be thinking about her clothes again.
Um
Mu Wanwan suddenly reacted, the dragon in front of him probably didn't know what he was thinking, and he was angry, anxious and funny. She still didn't know how to comfort her, and the feeling of being at a loss was much less in her heart. She gathered up her courage, raised her toes, and only had time to take a step forward, she saw a dragon's body leaning slightly to the side. , looks about to fall, but has a cold and hard expression.
Just looking at his face is really going to be deceived.
Mu Wanwan suddenly felt a little distressed, and his heart trembled when his eyes touched the blood and scales in the yard.
She used to comb her hair and accidentally tugged some strands of her hair, which made her gasp in pain. How could it not hurt when he lost so many bloody scales
Why do you keep holding on like a fool so pale, is it because you are afraid of losing face in front of her
He is here with her, where is there any face.
How can you be so stupid and stupid
The tip of his nose is sore, Mu Wanwan really doesn't know how to say this dragon, those who are afraid of awkwardness and embarrassment, have become as small as dust in front of his crumbling and drooping blood dripping ears.
It's just that she couldn't smile, she bit her lip slightly and walked in his direction.
Mr. Long was in such pain that he was about to lose consciousness. His spiritual energy was about to be drained. He was completely supported by his self-esteem, which was unwilling to let Mrs. barely awake. stand up.
Otherwise, how could he see that she was walking towards him
Towards him, the crippled, scarred, ugly dragon like a shadowy rat.
It seems that her hesitation, her fear, her confusion and her shock before, are all fake.
He could see the corners of her plain white skirt, straddling his sloughed scales, scratched by those sharp edges and stained with blood. The world in front of him gradually changed, from the gray sky to the folds of her skirt. Mr. Long felt that something was wrong. He seemed to be about to lose consciousness.
When the body fell, a light green bracelet flashed before his eyes, and the next moment, a soft touch came from his arm.
"Good." Her voice came from her ear, softly, "I'm back."
His eyelashes trembled slightly, and the inexplicable emotions in Mr. Long's heart were dispelled. He seemed to have heard some unbelievable words. He trembled all over, and his heart was full of only the desire to drag this person to hell together. Darkness swallowed him whole.
The thought that she was holding on, like a dangerous building, collapsed the moment she touched him.
He was despicable, followed her steps, fell down, put away his sharp claws, turned into a slender palm, and made a bright red mark on her sleeve.
…
The dragon was dizzy and relieved, and Mu Wanwan was about to be crushed to death by him =_=! !
The posture of Mr. Long's collapse can actually be said to be very elegant, but his weight is also very impressive! He was covered in blood, and Mu Wanwan was afraid of touching his wound, so he could only move his body carefully.
She is a third-order cultivator, and in the morning she felt that her strength was much stronger, and when she came back in the afternoon, she couldn't even hold a dragon.
Mr. Long is so tall. In human form, he is estimated to be more than one meter nine. In addition, the broken angle is estimated to exceed two meters. Xiaolong leans against her, and Mu Wanwan feels that he can't stretch his arms straight.
With difficulty, she took out the multi-functional folding wheelchair that Tie Bo had made before, which was said to be capable of three-stage deformation, and put it on the ground. She carefully avoided the dragon's wound. It took a long time to put a certain dragon in the wheelchair. superior.
Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Mr. Long, who was sitting on a wheelchair with his head down and a big, silvery figure that didn't look like a wheelchair. He was frightened when he saw the interlaced scars all over his body.
She was a little flustered, and half bent over to look at his cheek. The curse mark that had not been active recently seemed to be alive, flowing slowly, separating his cheeks, which was really scary.
Even though she saw a lot of sleeping Mr. Long, she still had a little heart palpitations.
Mu Wanwan took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened them again, looking at his bruised lips, and hurriedly took out the medicinal pill he had refined earlier.
Mu Wanwan lightly pinched his chin and squeezed his lips apart. Those black and red blood clots came out. She patted Mr. Long's back, and when the blood was almost vomited, she wiped his lips with shaking hands. He took out the Ningxue Dan that he had saved for urgent use, and stuffed one into his mouth. Feed him a few Huiling Pills again.
Then he took out the remaining twelve middle-grade spirit stones, one by one embedded in the silver armrests of the wheelchair with specially designed grooves for placing things. Watching a piece of spirit stone close to him slowly shrinking, he slowly Take a breath.
After waiting for two hours, she would feed him the rest of Ningxue Dan, and there shouldn't be a big deal.
There was a tingling feeling in the ankle, Mu Wanwan was a little sore, and sat down on the ground. Only then did she notice that she had not noticed that some scales had cut her skin when she came in.
The scales of this dragon are really hard, and there should be a little bit of toxin on it, otherwise she is also a third-order powerhouse, and it is impossible for her to stand unsteadily in pain.
Mu Wanwan was a little helpless. While swallowing a Spiritual Return Pill, he calmed down and used his spiritual power to remove the toxins from his body little by little. He sat on the ground and looked at the tattered piece of clothing on Mr. Long's body. Light blue brocade clothes, the mood is extremely complicated.
How could she be frozen by his icy gaze when she first entered the door!
A dragon on the verge of coma, with wounds all over his body, and the clothes she bought.
She was wearing it secretly, and it was torn. It didn't cover many scars when she hung it on her body. The posture was quite cool. She almost ignored his tattered clothes because of his stern appearance.
It is really hard to raise a dragon, and it is even more difficult to raise a dragon who is awkward and obsessed with clothes.
Not only difficult, but also laborious qwq
The ground was clammy and cold, Mu Wanwan watched as the snowflakes fell on Mr. Long's broken corner little by little, accumulating small snowdrifts, as if to complete the broken corner.
She wanted to laugh a little, but also felt a little sad. In the past, Mr. Xiaolong's horns would split the falling hail into pieces of ice. Now, Mr. Long can even bully him with snowflakes.
After the toxins were removed, Mu Wanwan quickly got up after his legs could move, brushed off the snowflakes that fell on his head and a little bit of snow on the broken corners, pushed the cold metal handle, and dragged the dragon with great effort. He lifted it up the stairs in front of the corridor, freeing one hand to push the door.
Um? Why can't you push it off
Mu Wanwan tried several times, and finally even used her spiritual power to push the closed door open. She didn't have enough strength and almost fell.
There was no change in the room from when she left in the morning. The door was closed. Except for some things in the room that were blown to the ground, everything else was in good condition. Mu Wanwan's heart warmed. It seems that Mr. Long is not that kind. Brutal dragon, otherwise he wouldn't have run into the yard.
There was one of her slippers near the door, Mu Wanwan looked at the two holes that were obviously punctured by the jio toes of Mr. Long's claws, and stayed for two seconds—
She only has one pair of slippers!
However, she bought slippers for Mr. Long this time, and now she decides to deprive Mr. Long, who has been causing trouble, of his right to wear shoes.
Mu Wanwan was helpless. Just as he was about to take off his slippers and let the dragon in, he bent down when he saw a small fluffy ball that fell on the corner of the wall.
Moe!
She didn't care about anything for the time being, ran over, and saw the little hairball in the corner—
Around it was a piece of scales that flew in, shaving half of its dead hair, and its weak little body seemed to be shaking slightly, and it seemed to have stopped moving.
Mu Wanwan panicked, and she carefully reached out to touch Mao Jiu's small body, which was warm.
fine.
With a sudden sigh of relief, Mu Wanwan took out a Ningxue Dan, broke off a small half, stuffed it into Mengmeng's mouth, picked it up and carefully placed it in the nest on the table.
She waited for a while, Mengmeng's two slender legs suddenly kicked, and Mu Wanwan heard a small cough.
Her eyes brightened, and Mu Wanwan wanted to cry a little bit. She watched Mengmeng cough out a cloud of black mist, then sat up dumbfounded, her black bean-like eyes looked at her several times before she seemed to have turned around. When she came to her senses, she stretched out her small wings tremblingly and hugged her hand.
"chirp..."
Mengmeng really thought she was going to die, but now it's alive again, it's just a little uncomfortable.
The half-bald hair was rubbing against the back of Mu Wanwan's hand, and she didn't dislike the blood of the bad dragon on her hand at all.
"啾啾!" Mengmeng rubbed for a while, then sat sensible on the small cushion.
Mu Wanwan took out a Huiling Pill and put it on its little bed, touched Mao Jiu's head, "Mengmeng is so good, she is a very brave little Jiu."
She knew that Mengmeng must have been frightened by Mr. Long. Maybe its former friends and family members were killed by the dragon. How could it not be afraid when facing Mr. Long who was cursed alone.
Mu Wanwan's comfort was obviously very useful, Mao Jiu was holding the medicinal pill, tears dripped from his big eyes, sticking to Mao Mao, but he was obviously happy and seemed to have regained some vitality, and began to nibble on the pill with his bright yellow beak open. medicine.
Mu Wanwan softened and determined that Mengmeng was only shocked and inhaled a small amount of poisonous gas, and it was not a serious problem, she began to think of a way to settle Longan.
First, his tattered clothes were a problem.
Not to mention that it might hurt to tear off the fabric that was tightly attached to his body. After all of it was lifted, he would not be half-dragon shape anymore. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if he saw something he shouldn't have seen.
And if Mr. Long suddenly woke up, how would she explain it
Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long with drooping brows, and at the messy yard behind him, only to feel that his head was as big as a bucket.
However, no matter what, she couldn't just leave the dragon here, she had to do what she had to do.
She didn't hesitate any longer. She walked to the bed and folded the bed first, revealing half of the warm jade bed. After thinking about it, she still couldn't bear to let Long lie directly on the jade bed. , pushed the dragon to the bedside.
"Mr. Long, I'm going to carry you to the bed."
Maybe because he hasn't woken up yet, Mu Wanwan is more familiar with his appearance. Mu Wanwan avoided his wound, put the dragon on the bed, stretched his limbs, and put him in front of the bed again. The quilt that had been soiled and washed many times was pulled over and covered Mr. Long.