"What is it?"
Mu Wanwan suspected that he had heard it wrong, and asked another question.
Mr. Long was a little embarrassed now, but he still whispered, "It's the egg."
Mu Wanwan: "..."
"It's supposed to mean someone's egg, right?" Mr. Long thought for a while, and carefully read and understood it according to Mu Wanwan's prompt.
Seeing his seriousness, Mu Wanwan also thought about it—
If the owner of this cave is called Chaos, then if they are connected, it means "the egg of Chaos?"
Or "Chaos means an egg?"
Mu Wanwan pondered for a moment, and felt a slight pull on his hand, "Ma'am."
The awkward dragon squeezed her hand gently, "Go to sleep."
He didn't want to continue to talk about the content on the stone wall. What if the lady exposed it and he didn't know it
But I was afraid that what came from the ancient times is the same law that has been unchanged for thousands of years. The next moment, Mr. Long heard his little lady ask, "Mr. Long, what are the two words you know?"
Long was a little flustered, and Long was silent for a second.
Long thought that his expression was cold and his voice was indifferent, "You, you speak first."
Mu Wanwan: "..."
"It's Chaos." Mu Wanwan's voice fell, and she felt that the gentle strength that was holding her hand suddenly increased, causing her a little pain.
But soon, the dragon let go of his hand, and in the dim light, Mu Wanwan only saw a pale shadow.
Soon, the faint light disappeared, and Mu Wanwan couldn't see anything.
"What's wrong?" After she finished speaking, the slightly painful hand that had just been pinched was gently pulled up, and there was a warm and soft touch on it.
Mr. Long kissed her fingertips, his voice sad and guilty, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt at all." Mu Wanwan probably guessed something, stretched out his other hand and squeezed his, then walked forward in the dark until it touched his chest, "Mr. Long, Chaos is someone you know. ?"
After waiting for a while, Mr. Long didn't speak. Just as Mu Wanwan wanted to change the subject, he heard him say, "Yeah."
"Chaos, it should be a monster."
One, never admitted to being his father's monster.
Mu Wanwan had never heard Mr. Long speak in such a sad tone. Her heart ached, and she intertwined his fingers with him, carefully protecting his emotions, "Well, that must be a very good monster."
With a little warmth in his eyes, Mr. Long wrapped the man in his arms.
He hugged her quietly for a while, and couldn't help kissing her cheek, "Do you want to know?"
Mu Wanwan shook his head, "No, I'm a little tired."
Needless to say, Mu Wanwan can actually guess some things, but they have gone through so many things together, but he has never been so sad.
If I say it again, it must not be a pleasant memory.
After she finished speaking, she simply pushed the dragon away, took out a wooden bed that was very old and about to collapse from the mustard space, took the quilt and spread it, and pulled him to sit beside the bed.
Mu Wanwan put a pillow into his arms, "I sleep here."
"Okay." Mr. Long stroked her cheek. In the dark night, he could see her expression clearly.
There is no reluctance, nor any dissatisfaction.
She held the pillow with one hand and pulled him tightly with the other hand. As long as he moved his fingers lightly, she would immediately open her eyes in worry and look for his figure blankly.
just like,
He is her most treasured treasure.
This realization made his heart feel hot, and his eyes were full of possessiveness that he had been repressed and dared not reveal in front of her.
Ah, he is no longer a lonely dragon.
Would Chaos be happy if Chaos knew
Mr. Long's ears trembled. He knew too little about that monster.
The memory of when he was a little dragon gradually faded in these years of wandering and wandering. Even if the monster was ugly, he was almost unable to remember what he looked like.
All he remembered was the dark scales all over his body, and the four ugly horns on his head.
When he said, "You are a dragon", his expression was serious.
On the stone wall, if it was left by that monster, it should be a very unkind meaning, right
For some reason, he felt sad, as if he was about to lose something important.
The time gradually became very late, and Mu Wanwan's grip on his hand loosened a lot.
She is so tired that she has fallen asleep.
Putting the pillow in his arms, Mr. Long changed his movements lightly.
So Wanwan, who slept soundly, had another nightmare, dreaming that he had become a weak and helpless cat, chased and killed by an evil dragon, not only was bitten on the back of fate's neck, but also severely strangled hairy waist.
All in all, very uncomfortable.
After struggling twice, something cold fell on his face, a bit like the tears of a dragon.
She stopped struggling again, like silently comforting the dragon behind her not to cry.
The dragon's nasal voice was heavy, but it was still slow, and there was no more tears.
On the stone wall, the engraved mark is still very clear, and the Wu clan was imprisoned, almost unconscious in chaos, and it was rare that when he seemed to be exhausted and almost collapsed, he had a dream that made him relax—
It was a weather with almost no light. After turning into a monster and hiding in the abyss for decades, he changed classes with a monster who rode a sea monster and wandered recklessly in the deep sea.
Chaos is born with inherited memories, and can also be close to some dangerous places on the mainland, where occasionally some chaotic aura that is nourishing to him will be dropped.
This time, he just wanted to find some "food."
However, how come the chaotic aura he has raised for so long is gone
Chaos squinted his copper-bell-like eyes and quickly swam to the edge of the continent that was broken in half.
Among the ravines and the turbulence of the broken space, he saw an egg.
One, small, with a little pattern on it, and the shell is a golden dragon egg.
Chaos scolded in a low voice, and saw that the sporadic chaotic airflow generated around was all absorbed by the little guy inside along the cracked seam, and the angry beard was crooked.
It is a little guy with strong vitality, who can still live like this in such a broken space.
Chaos touched his chin, "Never mind, I'm going to pick you up and eat it."
He barked his fangs as he spoke, and fished the egg back with a vicious spirit.
From the shaky, about to fall space debris position.
But if he went back, he would eat with the monster. Chaos touched his stomach, he simply sat on the spot and violently stretched out his claws to knock on the egg.
His claws were sharp, and the gap in the egg was getting bigger and bigger, and just as he was about to knock down hard, a small sound came from inside.
It seems to be the little guy who has not yet fully formed, the desire for life.
The claws failed to knock down, but instead, a lot of chaotic true spirits were pasted to fill his shell.
Chaos was very angry, but the scales opened happily.
Then, what happened afterward
After being sucked, Chaos, who was about to lose consciousness, had two broken horns, and he looked like a very ordinary horned monster.
His consciousness is a little blurry, he is old, he can only recall a little bit, by the way—
In his territory, he found a sea rock to cut and put the dragon egg in it.
At that time, he had just learned to record, and he even engraved a line.
"Chaos, on a fine day, I picked up a very beautiful dragon egg."
The dream was a bit too long, and he seemed to have seen the little dragon cub that was only one meter long.
"Are you going to collapse?" Wu Yao stood in the place where Chaos was imprisoned, looking at the old monster in front of him, his scales were already gray, and his horns had been glowing with a faint golden light from before to now, and now there is only a layer of fragility left. the empty shell.
"After all, we were caught by us only a few decades after it was born. It should be very obsessive to be able to hold on until now." Wu Yao felt the powerful energy gradually permeating from the body, and looked at the huge energy in front of him even though he was old. Chaos Beast.
Chaos raised his eyelids, feeling that he was about to die, but he wasn't worried about what happened after he died.
Inherited memories told him that Chaos Heaven and Earth were bred, weak in strength, but precious in soul. When he was about to die, his body returned to Chaos, and he waited until the next birth.
A hundred years after his death, a new chaos will be born, but the chaos at that time will no longer have anything to do with him.
Every chaotic life is lived out by themselves.
Consciousness gradually became clear, Chaos seemed to see the wailing little dragon who was bullied by other monsters and bit off its scales. He was very sad and turned into a very small child, crying and asking him.
"Am I a monster?"
At that time he said to him very seriously, "You are a dragon."
"But I'm weak."
Chaos saw his brightened eyes, and before he could say the next sentence, he was called away by the shift-changing monster.
He never got a chance to say to him again—
Between heaven and earth, you are the only five-clawed golden dragon between heaven and earth.
It is a very precious, very precious, very powerful dragon.
Don't feel inferior, next time someone scolds you, just tell me, and we fight back together.
Later.
From the mouths of the Wu people who liked to talk to themselves in front of him, he knew that Xiaolong had grown up and became the emperor. Later, too impulsive, in order to save him fell into this field.
Chaos really wanted to hit him.
Later, I heard that he has a little lady who doesn't dislike him.
Will you never be lonely again
Really.
"great."
Chaos closed his huge eyes, and the white scales that gradually fell off his body fell on the ground and turned into chaotic airflow.
Wu Yao was shocked at first, then turned into ecstasy in an instant.
Before the chaotic beast dies, the body will actually turn into a chaotic airflow!
Wu Yao wanted to melt all the chaotic airflow into his body, but those airflow seemed to be conscious, hovering beside Chaos, as if guarding his last dignity.
The core of chaos shattered, and he slowly closed his eyes. The airflow formed by the corners and scales tore apart the space, and together with his rapidly weakened body, disappeared into Wu Yao's eyes.
"Fuck?" The duck that reached its mouth flew away, Wu Yao was so angry that he was going crazy.