It took Mu Wanwan a while to digest the fact that Mao Jiu was Bai Feng's cub. Looking at Mao Jiu, who had become a little bit fatter, he suddenly felt a sense of anticipation.
If it is Bai Feng, Mao Jiu must be very beautiful and majestic when he grows up, right
But Mr. Long said that Mengmeng was obtained by him from the demon clan. If he inherited the previous memory, would he leave her
After she woke up, she learned from Mr. Long that Mengmeng's current consciousness is about a three-year-old child. Now it is her infancy. In fact, she needs to absorb a lot of spiritual power and eat many spiritual things every day.
Mr. Long said that when he brought Mengmeng out of the demon clan, he actually never thought that it might hatch, because Mengmeng's vitality at that time was actually very, very weak, and in the following decades it was even more like a dead one. phoenix eggs.
Mu Wanwan looked at Mengmeng who was getting more and more out of temper in the yard, and put down the spiritual plant she was cultivating with a little worry—
Mao Jiu accompanied her through a long period of time when Mr. Long did not wake up, and her feelings for Mao Jiu were not only pure pet mentality, but now she knew that it might open her mind, and it might even be possible after a few years. After changing shape, she has a mentality similar to that of an old mother_(:3」∠)_
Although I know that if Mengmeng returns to the demon clan, it may be better for its growth, but now Mu Wanwan is still reluctant.
Moreover, Mr. Long brought back a lot of spirit stones this time, and he should still be able to raise fat chirps for a while.
"Chirp!"
Mengmeng is waving her little wings to practice flying desperately. Since it was tapped by the dragon, her body has become fatter and fatter. Although she was not very good at flying before, she can still glide for a long distance. Now she has It's too heavy to fly qaq
Mao Jiu's dumb hair fluttered against the cold wind, and the hairs on its half body were blown up and down. Mu Wan's sharp eyes saw a few black hairs falling off its body.
Oops, Fat Chiu lost her hair.
"Tired?" A slightly cold voice mixed with obvious jealousy sounded, Mu Wanwan recovered from staring at Mao Jiu, turned around and saw her dragon.
Xiao Tianlong's gaze stayed on the hem of her skirt and said indifferently, "Liangjingjing is enough to support you."
Mu Wanwan: ""
The corners of her lips rose unconsciously, and she shook her head at Mr. Long who was sitting in the middle of a pile of spirit stones, "I'm not tired."
This dragon didn't know if she liked her custom-made wheelchair from Tie Bo or something, except when he had to wash up in the evening, he would stand up and walk out shyly shaking his ears, usually sitting in a wheelchair.
She glanced at a certain dragon who nodded coldly and was a little dumbfounded. This dragon brought back a lot of spiritual stones this time, and it is indeed enough to support himself. It's just that only she can refine some medicine pills that can relieve the curse.
Now, although Mr. Long has relieved a lot of curses with the help of the special life leader, there are still some that have not been removed. In addition, he went out this time and injured himself again. She still wants to refine some more medicine pills. Standby.
"Come."
Seeing that she was distracted by Jingjing on the ground, Mr. Long tilted his head and said.
Mu Wanwan was a little puzzled and walked to his side.
In an instant, the hand with the bracelet was pulled up, and Mu Wanwan's eyes widened slightly in surprise—
Why is this awkward dragon so active today
Mr. Long raised his dark eyes and glanced at her, his ears were a little red, "This is not good, change it."
Mu Wanwan smiled lightly, her heart was itching, she couldn't help but wanted to tease him, she wanted to say "I like what my husband gave me", but the word husband seemed to be stuck in her throat. Can't say anything.
In the end, she just felt that Mr. Long's big hands were much hotter than hers, and slowly blushed.
"Ice." Mr. Long held his wife's soft little hand. He was shy and happy, so he took her other hand and held it together in his large palm.
He is tall and has big hands. Mu Wanwan originally thought that his hands were not small among girls, and because he had been cultivating Lingzhi all the time, it was a bit rough, but compared with his, he looked very petite.
He was able to wrap her hands completely, warm and isolated from the cold outside.
In fact, she is already a third-order cultivator, and this time she woke up with a small breakthrough, her strength has reached the late third-order, and she is well adapted to the current temperature of about zero degrees.
But being treated like this still warms my heart.
He is really nice.
After covering it for a while, the serious, shy tofu-eating dragon finally let go of his wife's hand, blushing and took out a new bracelet—
This is when he found a piece of good and inconspicuous pure heart jade last night while his wife was asleep, and used his spiritual power to grind it out bit by bit, connecting his mustard seed space, even though the lady has not reached the fourth rank now and can't recognize it. Lord, but anything in it can be used.
"The baby is all inside." Mr. Long slowly put the bracelet on Mu Wanwan's wrist, the size was very suitable.
Mu Wanwan was a little confused, "Huh?"
Mr. Long was a little embarrassed again. Seeing Mu Wanwan's unexpected expression, he felt more and more guilty—
She has been married to herself for so long, and she has not gotten anything very good. The wealth and power he enjoyed before, but now he can only pick up some treasures that he had left outside and give her to her.
"A little bit." Mr. Long hesitated, his voice slightly hoarse, "I'll give you more in the future."
More, more sparkling than mountains.
She likes that kind of dress, but that kind of material is rare. It is the essence of a special life under the sea. In addition to pink and purple, there are bright yellow and green. In a few days, he will go to the seabed to find some. Give her a few more sets.
Fortunately, Mu Wanwan didn't know that Mr. Long was thinking about giving her a few more sets of clothes with strange aesthetics. The two sets Mr. Long had expected her to wear before, she could only use the reason that the weather was bad and it was a bit cold. fooled in the past.
Mu Wanwan looked at the bracelet on his wrist, and in his expectant eyes, recognized the Lord.
The spiritual power probed in, and Mu Wanwan "seeed" and saw that the spiritual stones piled up like hills, countless gold coins, gems, and many luxurious things slowly filled the entire large space.
Is this a bit less
Was she blinded by poverty and ignorant of the power of money? She thought that those on the ground were all that Mr. Long had gained from going out this time, and she was worried that she would not be able to support Mengmeng just now.
Now
Looking at Mr. Long's serious eyes, she realized for the first time:
The poor and miserable Mr. Xiaolong in my memory, and the very miserable Mr. Dalong when I first met him, used to be an extremely powerful and rich pure 24k tyrannical tyrant dragon cub inlaid with top-quality spirit stones.
The heart is sweet and sour.
However, she did not refuse very hypocritically, and accepted it.
Mr. Long pursed his lips slightly, "Do you like it?"
Mu Wanwan smiled and rolled her eyes, shook the bracelet on her wrist, "I like it very much."
When they went to bed at night, probably because of their shyness, the two of them still didn't sleep in the same bed, but what was different from before was that they would talk for a while.
Mu Wanwan listened to the sleeping Mengmeng's small breathing, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Mr. Long, I'm going to the market the day after tomorrow."
I made a contract with Uncle Zong before, and I have to go to Jiuqing's side again, although they are no longer short of money.
Long gave an "um", and his slender fingers tapped on the wheelchair, "Together."
Mu Wanwan: ""
Did she hear it wrong
"You," Mu Wanwan was a little worried, "your injury"
Mr. Long's long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed, and there was a cold smile on his lips, "No problem."
This time he went out, although he was seriously injured, but it was a blessing in disguise, the curse in his body was relieved a lot, and the pronucleus had been successfully connected to the sixth piece.
The scars Mu Wanwan has touched are more traces left after connecting the pronucleus, and his prototype is much more miserable than it is now.
Although in the humanoid state, only the broken horns and half bald ears are a bit desolate, but other forms, no matter how he hides it, can't change the fact that he is already a disabled dragon.
In the past few days, with the help of a large number of spirit stones and medicinal pills, his strength has finally recovered to the level of the sixth-order. Although he cannot compete with the dragon race, he is not as desperate as before.
The weak light cast a sharp warm light between his brows. His facial features are relatively deep, and there is a blurry shadow around his eye sockets.
At least he can protect her well.
Even if the abyss collapses and the sea of blood is filled with blood.
An idea that had been brewing in his heart for a long time, he gradually eased the hatred in his eyes—
In the nearly 100 years since he became the emperor, he has forgotten the feeling of his heart beating violently, and he will go his own way in the lonely abyss, and even cruelly and domineeringly refuses anyone's approach.
He broke through the seventh order in less than thirty years, but he has been stuck.
Maybe this defeat is just to meet her.
For the first time, Mr. Long felt that it was not so important to take revenge on those dragons who had bullied him and ridiculed him, and even what kind of creature he was was not so important.
He met her.
Mr. Long still has some curse marks on his face, and his long hair hangs down and covers it, but in Mu Wanwan's eyes, it looks like a drop of blood. For a moment, he was locked in a cage with his memory. Mr. Xiaolong seems to overlap.
Mu Wanwan's heart was sore, and she was speechless for a while.
Mr. Long looked at her, his expression softened, his twisted brows stretched out, his lips were still pursed, but at this moment it was like thousands of ice and snow melting.
"Would you like to go with me?"
He unnaturally said love words that he was not good at, and deep nostalgia was hidden in his cold eyes, which poured out little by little with the long eyelashes.
As Mr. Long said, he turned his head in embarrassment, but he mustered up his courage and stretched out a big hand to her, trying to grab her in the other quilt.
He is obviously an old dragon who has no idea how many beauties he has seen, but at this moment he is like a teenager who is eager to express himself in front of the person he likes.
Those thoughts that he once thought about, not to provoke before everything settled down, have long been like a torrent of galloping past, and he was completely forgotten by the slow and greedy man.
Only the love that remained in the heart after the storm was swept away, shining with the luster of gems.
He wants to take her away.