Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long's big palm and looked at his slightly turned head, the corners of his lips kept rising, his eyes were hot, and his heart was beating violently.
Not long ago, she was worried about whether Ao Qin would find out if she stayed in the yard of this size, and whether Mr. Long would suddenly disappear again.
However, in the next moment, the bad dragon that had worried her from the beginning of time travel gave her the response she needed most.
He may be nervous, his eyes flicker, and Mu Wanwan hears his breathing quicker than usual.
Are you afraid of her rejection
Mu Wanwan was a little amused, and stretched out his hand to gently cover his palm, "Yes."
Her soft voice rang in her ears, and the word "will" was very clear.
With his palms clenched, Mr. Long couldn't help laughing.
Not like those restrained or shallow smiles before.
It is completely complete, with open eyebrows and eyes, with a joyful smile that ripples from the bottom of his eyes.
Mu Wanwan's face was covered with a layer of red, and when she looked at him, a little golden light flashed like a phoenix eye covered with thousands of stars, and her palms were hot. She saw that the corners of his lips were curved, and a shallow pear appeared on his cheek. eddy.
The eyelashes trembled unbelievably, Mu Wanwan opened her almond eyes slightly, and looked at it several times to confirm that she really did not read it wrong.
On Mr. Long's left cheek, there is a shallow, inconspicuous little pear vortex.
When he laughed, he destroyed ten percent of his originally sinister, handsome and domineering face, but he looked like a cute little dragon cub begging for candy.
But his smile soon disappeared, and he became the boss she was familiar with.
It's just that the big hand is unwilling to let go, and it is tightly held.
He didn't seem to be sure, his voice was hoarse, and he looked at her expectantly, "It will be very dangerous."
Mu Wanwan shook his head a little funny.
Who made her like this dragon so much
Leaving him was a decision she didn't want to make. As long as she was with him, it didn't matter where she was. She was always afraid of staying in this seemingly stable yard that was actually always under surveillance.
I used to worry that Ao Qin would come to trouble them before Mr. Long woke up, and worried that when Mr. Long woke up, he would be the same as in the unfinished book, as if he liked Bai Shuiyao. She knows that the current plot is completely different from the book, but perhaps it is because she likes it that she is so worried about gains and losses.
Mu Wanwan looked at him with a smile, and said softly but firmly, "I'm not afraid."
With him by her side, even if the road ahead is full of thorns, she is not afraid.
The departure time was set for the next morning.
On the last day before leaving, Mu Wanwan was busy.
She needs to prepare enough pills for Aunt Yun and Jiuqing. Although Mr. Long said that if she needed it, he could run back and forth, but Mu Wanwan still didn't want him to take such a big risk.
There weren't many things in the yard. Apart from her and Mr. Long, the only living creatures were the three ling chicken cubs in the kitchen.
Her feelings for these three chicks are still a bit complicated, and Mengmeng also likes them very much. She is reluctant to eat them. In this regard, when she was in trouble, she was a lot more direct than before. The gentleman said, "It's good to raise it up."
Mr. Long was embarrassed by her gaze, "There are some living creatures that can be raised in the mustard seed space."
Mu Wanwan glanced at the bracelet on his hand, "Can we live in it too?"
Mr. Long shook his head, "Only those with low grades will do."
Mu Wanwan was a little disappointed, she thought this mustard space would be the same as the portable space.
Mr. Long pursed his lips. He used to have the kind of flying palace with high defense that can live in it.
So Mu Wanwan turned his head and saw a poor little dragon in self-blame.
She looked at the fragile and glass-hearted Mr. Long, and simply reached out and held his hand, deliberating for a long time, before finally saying the name she had always wanted to call him, "Husband, husband."
"very good already."
Mu Wanwan summoned the courage to finish speaking, and finally gave the hurdle in her heart. She was shy for a moment, only to notice that the dragon in front of her had been silenced since she finished calling "Husband".
She wanted to look up at him, but he was pressed into his arms in an instant.
With his face buried in his chest, Mu Wan did not dare to move, "Long, Mr. Long, your injury"
"No problem." A certain dragon hugged her waist tightly, as if to hide the precious treasures bestowed on him by the world forever.
Mu Wanwan was a little uncomfortable being restrained by him, but he only felt how tough the dragon's body was.
But she didn't resist this hug, she let go of Mr. Long's hand and wrapped his arms around his waist, "Will it hurt?"
Mr. Long stiffened instantly.
Soft, and seems to embrace his entire world.
His face was flushed, and a certain dragon cried a little embarrassingly, "It doesn't hurt."
As soon as Mu Wanwan heard this voice, she guessed what he looked like now, sweet and helpless, but she closed her eyes gently and waited until he was willing to let go.
One day later, in the early morning, Mr. Long grabbed the extremely reluctant Mao Chiu in one hand and shoved it into the mustard space.
Mu Wanwan looked at Mao Jiu, who had been severely depilated recently, struggling to leave a hand of black hair on Mr. Long's hand, and asked a little uncertainly, "Can Bai Feng also stay in the space?"
Mr. Long nodded and said yes.
Mengmeng is still a cub, it doesn't matter if she stays for a while.
Mu Wanwan put the basket on her back, and looked at a certain dragon standing beside her with an imposing height with a little hesitation, "Mr. Long, you"
"I am powerful."
Mr. Long scratched his cheek a little shyly, as if he was a little embarrassed for touting his behavior, "They can't see me."
Mu Wanwan: ""
Fine.
She took a few steps forward and saw the red leaves waiting in front of her.
Mu Wanwan was still a little nervous, she saw Hongye looking at her, "Madam, are you still going to the dwarven market today?"
Mu Wanwan nodded and got into the bullock cart. Seeing Mr. Long also awkwardly sat up with his long legs.
The ox cart, which was originally enough to hold her and the basket, squeezed a tall dragon, which immediately seemed to be crowded a lot.
Their legs were leaning against each other, and they could feel each other's body temperature through their clothes and trousers.
Warm and sultry.
Mu Wanwan looked away in embarrassment, thinking that the dragon was too bad, and deliberately crowded with her.
Mr. Long was also stiff, with slightly red cheeks—
He didn't mean it, he just wanted to control the red leaves.
Under a hallucination on her, do some tricks by the way, and delay the time of being discovered as much as possible.
As for wanting more opportunities to get in touch with his wife, Long Cai didn't think so.
The speed of the ox cart was the same as before, but Mu Wanwan felt much slower than before.
She looked at Hongye sitting in front of the ox cart, but felt that the ox cart that was rocking in the usual way was shaking more intensely today.
Perhaps because of his presence, a slight shaking would bring the two closer together.
The bullock cart crossed the barrier and passed through a section where it was difficult to turn around with several bends.
Mu Wanwan used to hold on to the edge of the ox cart without any scruples about his image.
This time, Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed to grab the side of the ox cart. As the ox cart swayed, she felt a big hand on her shoulders, dragging her body.
Her cheeks were a little red, and the wind was a little strong, blowing her long hair up, Mu Wanwan glanced at Mr. Long beside him, and had deeper expectations for the future life in his heart.
With him around, it seems that the things that had to be done by one person in the past are not so boring and boring.
Her ears were a little red, Mr. Long's long and narrow eyes narrowed, and a transparent light shot out from his right hand, forming a light film that enveloped the two of them, isolating the cold wind from the outside world, leaving only the gradually fermenting air.
When he was away, she was forced to blow the cold wind for a long time, and it rained a lot.
Now that he woke up, he would never let her suffer like this again.
only.
Mr. Long frowned slightly. He had to hurry up and recover faster.
In addition to helping him, the previous leader of the Special Life Alliance also brought a piece of not-so-wonderful news—
Ao Qin has already got one of his broken horns.
As long as he negotiates with the Wu clan again, they are likely to face the danger of being surrounded and suppressed.
The broken angle was aching faintly, Mr. Long's heart was condensed with a storm, and there was a shallow killing intent hidden in his eyes.
As long as half a month left, he will be 90% sure to break through the test of the forbidden area.
Just give him another half month.
When the two passed through the territorial enchantment, they were in the territory of the demon clan.
Ao Qin is negotiating with the prince of the Wu clan.
"Wu Yao, don't you think the conditions you put forward are too harsh?" Ao Qin looked at the candidate for the leader of the Wu clan with a face full of sorcery lines in front of him, with looming scales on his face, "It's just a horn."
Wu Yao gave a gloomy laugh, and the blood puppet behind him also let out an unpleasant and harsh laugh, he stared at Ao Qin's face, "Hee hee, those conditions you put forward may make the demon clan that is about to decline. Heart-wrenching, but our witch clan does not lack some treasures like you."
Wu Yao's eyeballs protruded, and the whites of his eyes were astonishingly large, "Why, you can't wait to get a broken horn from the demon clan?"
Ao Qin looked ugly and sneered, "I don't know when the relationship between the two witches and witches got so good."
"I even know the news that I have obtained a dragon horn from the waste dragon."
Ao Qin looked at him, his whole body was spinning, resisting the voodoo that was everywhere in the air.
"Hey hey hey, you dragon is really boring." After Wu Yao finished speaking, a cloud of blue mist suddenly appeared around him and merged into his body.
In the next moment, his skin swelled, blood gushing out of his body, his flesh swelled, and slowly grew back, making Ao Qin feel sick.
"Oh, I got some interesting news." Wu Yao squinted his eyes, "You expected that the trashy gentleman who couldn't be slaughtered seems to have recovered a lot?"
Ao Qin's pupils tightened, and he subconsciously retorted, "Impossible."
It's not that he hasn't been to the yard of the bastards these days.
Every time he collapsed on the bed with a much better image than before, but the tool he brought in for the sake of face was a bit conscientious. Although he would take care of the disabled waste dragon, he would at most give him a wash, hello. Something, it didn't help his injury.
During this period of time, he has been working hard to subdue his subordinates, and he is busy negotiating with the two clans of witches and witches. He has only used his spiritual sense to visit the defunct monarch many times. The same is true of those who went to monitor.
The soul lamp of the forbidden area was not displayed either.
"I thought you were better than your previous foolish lord who was going to die for one monster." Wu Yao looked at him with a look of amazement, and Ao Qin's face suddenly distorted.
He seemed to see the indifferent and arrogant gaze of the dragon—
How could he possibly recover
How can it be recovered
Less than two months, less than two months!