As usual yesterday, Mr. Xiaolong quietly took off his cloak, combed his long hair, dragged his tail and gently touched his two precious eggs, and then ate them carefully and restrained. A half of the steamed buns I brought back yesterday.

Mu Wanwan saw Mr. Long who was awake eating for the first time.

It was very different from when he was lying down, holding small steamed buns in both hands, chewing in small mouths, and eating very elegantly. In this house, it seemed a bit contradictory.

Mr. Xiaolong only ate a half of the steamed buns, and Mu Wanwan stood behind him, watching Mr. Xiaolong, who was not as tall as his chest, slightly lowered his head, and there were drops of water on his long eyelashes that hadn't shaken off.

She suddenly felt a little pain.

She wanted to wake up quickly from this dream, she didn't want to see Mr. Long like this again.

Satisfied after eating the pitiful buns, Mr. Xiaolong finished his day's eating. He did not rest like yesterday, but walked to the table and took out a few wooden boards from the drawer.

Mu Wanwan hadn't noticed before, there were still drawers on this table.

He squatted down, the palms of both hands turned into sharp claws, and began to... rub the plank?

Mr. Long held a slightly damp wooden board, first broke off the obvious wet areas, and then used his claws to grind the remaining good areas into a shape that could be stuck together.

Mu Wanwan looked at it for a long time before discovering what he was doing. Five wooden boards were embedded together like a small bed.

From the moment he came back to the night, he had been tossing these wooden boards. It was dark and Mu Wanwan was almost out of sight. She had to sit on the bed and waited until she fell asleep before Mr. Long stopped.

Perhaps because he is very satisfied with his work, Mr. Xiaolong’s eyes are shining brightly, with golden light shining, and Mu Wanwan’s lips unconsciously bring a smile...

Even if Mr. Long will break the King of Coolness in the future, he is just a little dragon cub now, and it must be normal to be naive?

But before she felt relieved for long, she listened to his naive and hoarse voice, "Dabao's bed is ready."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Mu Wanwan: "?"

So it's not a toy, it's Dabao's bed?

She was a little speechless, and then heard Mr. Xiaolong say very sorry, "There is no more information, Xiaobao's father will do it tomorrow."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Mr. Long solemnly promised that he would not speak, but it didn't count, and then he dragged the unhealthy dragon's tail and lay straight on the wooden board.

Mu Wanwan could see his expression...

Very calm, a pair of dark eyes occasionally crossed the expected fireworks, the brows stretched out, I don't know what was thinking, and occasionally a slight smile appeared on the lips.

Obviously there are still many wounds on his body, and she can feel his painful pale face.

"Good night, Dabao, Xiaobao."

Mr. Long said in a low voice, and slowly closed his eyes. He was very tired and fell asleep before long. His breathing was a bit heavy, and his tail was swept twice on the bed, meandering. A trace of blood.

Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Xiaolong’s childish cheeks, feeling very sad...

Her Mr. Dragon, is it because she is too lonely, because there is no one to speak, so she treats two spirit eggs like this?

Mu Wanwan slowly stretched out his hand, trying to touch his head, but he could only touch the clammy with water stains on his head, and couldn't bring him any comfort.

She pursed her lips and opened her eyes, unable to fall asleep.

...

Mu Wanwan spent three very real days in this dream. When she opened her eyes on the fourth day and saw the broken ceiling of Mr. Xiaolong's house, she was already very calm.

She got up from the bed in a kind-hearted manner, walked to the edge of the table and said hello to two spiritual eggs that seemed to be really big, "Dabao, Xiaobao, good morning."

Then, while the dragon was still taking care of itself, he supported his chin and followed him like a piao.

She is now in a spiritual state, except for some touches, she won't be hungry, "Mr. Xiaolong, do you still go hunting in that place today?"

She pretended that he could hear, "Why don't you forget, that white dragon is not easy to provoke. Didn't you get kicked off by his claw yesterday? Fortunately, you run fast."

"It's better to bully the black dragon stupid big man."

Mu Wanwan made a sincere suggestion on the side, then watched Mr. Long tidy up his cloak, touched Dabao and Xiaobao before leaving, and left.

Mu Wanwan narrowed her mouth, and still followed behind him, but when she got up today, she didn't know why, and she always felt a little uneasy.

This time, Mr. Xiaolong did not go to the territories of the ugly white dragon, nor did he provoke the stupid black dragon boy. Just avoiding pedestrians all the way, went far away.

Although he has no shoes, his speed is not slow. The soles of his feet are covered with a layer of scales. He usually walks in remote places, occasionally flying over the walls.

Mu Wanwan followed him for a few days and got used to it. He only followed him all the way through the wall and super short roads. Fortunately, the weather has improved recently. Although it is still cloudy, it is not raining anymore. Many places are not particularly slippery. Now, the grip of the dragon claw is still okay.

"Where are you going, Mr. Long?" They had been on the road for a long time, and Mu Wanwan was a little tired. She watched the little dragon cub jumping around with great vitality, and she almost lost the energy to chase.

The scenery around them also gradually changed, and Mu Wanwan guessed that he had left the No. 7 Dark Alley and went to another place.

There are fewer buildings around, fewer people, and few orphans of dragons and other tribes, but there are more and more plants.

They ran for a while, Mr. Long finally stopped, and they reached their destination...

A large garbage dump that is somewhat desolate.

Unlike the seven districts in the dark alley, where most of the domestic garbage is used, most of the garbage here is some large garbage, such as broken tables, chairs and benches, rags, and pieces of wood.

Mu Wanwan probably guessed what he was going to do. These days, Mr. Xiaolong will pay attention to see if there are any pieces of wood when looking for food, but he has not found a suitable one. I am afraid he is a little anxious and wants to take advantage of today. The weather has finally cleared up and come out to find some wood for Xiaobao to make a bed?

Mu Wanwan couldn't laugh or cry, but the body was still very honest and began to help Mr. Xiaolong together to find the wood block, although she could not really help him.

Because there is very little food here, ordinary orphans don’t often come here. Mr. Long’s path to find is relatively easy. He took a fancy to the top of a broken bed, but there are already a few around there. A little orc.

Mu Wanwan saw that Mr. Long's expression became fierce almost in an instant, scales appeared on his cheeks, and his palms turned into sharp claws. His figure was ghostly and the soles of his feet rushed to the few unsuspecting orc babies. By the side of the cub, the orc boy who will be the head is pressed to the ground.

Claws against his neck, roaring low at him, a pair of phoenix eyes gleaming with golden light, and two pointed fangs on his lips, "Bed, mine."

Mu Wanwan was familiar with his little ferocious expression when he was fighting, but the little orc who was pressed by his claws was trembling with fright, and the beast patterns on his face appeared, "Here, here you are."

Mr. Xiaolong did not hurt him, but slowly retracted his claws, "Go away."

The little orc hurriedly got up from the ground, and the other cubs also screamed like a dream...

"It's the evil star, run!"

"Duo Gu was touched by him! Duo Gu is going to be cursed!"

"Woo, **** dragon woo..."

Mu Wanwan listened to the group of cubs scolding Mr. Long as they ran away, and she was about to die of anger. She really wanted to beat up all these little kids. Why did she call him a fiend and a **** dragon?

What does it mean to be cursed by being touched? Why didn't she be cursed after taking care of Mr. Long for so many days?

But this kind of words may be familiar to Mr. Long. She has heard it many times in the past few days. Each time, Mr. Long just let them say it plainly, with cold brows.

She thought he was not sad, until one night, she saw him cry.

He had just been said that day that he was a hybrid dragon and had no father.

Mr. Long let them say during the day, but just took away the food they were fighting for.

At night, I returned to ‘home’, but it was very quiet, and it was rare to endure the dirty myself holding a pillow. His two ears fell down, the arc was terribly low, teardrops hung on his eyelashes, and he didn't sob, just curled up silently.

This time, he did the same, listening to them scolding himself calmly, and then removed the intact wooden board from the bed.

He didn't waste it, and removed all the usable parts.

He probably got the materials he needed. Although the sky was getting gloomy, Mr. Xiaolong's mood improved a bit, and he started to rush back.

Mu Wanwan felt a dull pain in her heart. One day was about to pass. He hasn't eaten anything yet. Speaking of it, it has been two days, and he only ate a little steamed bun.

The eye sockets were a little sore again, and Mu Wan couldn't get angry, and depressedly followed Mr. Long, who was in a good mood.

But the **** was not beautiful, and halfway the patter of rain fell again, mixed with some pieces of hail, hitting the forehead, a bit painful.

Mr. Long ran, and stopped. Mu Wanwan thought what was wrong with him, and stepped up worriedly. As a result, he saw this delicate dragon cub. He unbuttoned the gray cloak and took off the one that was fine. The baby cloak that barely covered his ears wrapped a few boards tightly.

A few pieces of ice hit his horn and was split in half.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She was helpless, following behind him, looking at the increasingly gloomy sky, the feeling of anxiety in her heart grew stronger. She didn't even bother to observe the terrain. She could only follow behind him through the increasingly cold rain curtain, slowly, getting closer and closer to his home.

When passing by the alleys of Qiguai Baguai, Mu Wanwan had a sudden heartbeat. In the sewage, the two-headed snake that had scared her before was now a snake carcass, floating on the water, smelly.

The uneasy feeling in her heart grew stronger, Mu Wanwan glanced at Mr. Long subconsciously. His fine bangs were wet by the rain, and the strands of bangs were on his forehead. His lips were tightly pressed, and it seemed that there was no expression, but The movement under the feet is faster.

Mu Wanwan didn't care about the suffocation of being submerged by dirty water in her calf. She had gotten used to it these days. She only accelerated and ran, but she ran at the speed of Mr. Long before, but she still couldn't chase. Go to that person.

He is probably a little flustered, the soles of his feet have completely turned into sharp claws, and every time he jumps, he will make a deep mark on the wall.

Mu Wan couldn't run away from him, and when she finally turned the corner, she was nailed to the spot...

Before I left the house in the morning, the house was okay. Now it was about to shatter into gravel, the stones collapsed, the wooden boards were torn apart, and the thatch fell on the dirty ground, covered with mud.

The wooden door was dismantled and thrown aside diagonally, with two **** docked tails on it, which were the tails of two-tailed cats.

Mu Wanwan's tears came down. She felt that the world in front of her was blurred in an instant. She subconsciously wanted to see Mr. Long's expression, but only saw him lowering his head slightly, turning into a dragon's claw palm and pinched it in. Palm.

"Ha, I said why this beast kept making himself so dirty recently." A harsh voice sounded, and Mu Wanwan watched with a red eye as a tall dragon jumped down from the wall.

"It turns out that your evil star's home is here." A grim smile flashed across his face, "I don't bother to care about you, but this beast doesn't know what's going on. He runs to you in two days. A few days ago, I came back with your blood, and Lily quarreled with me!"

The Dragon Clan carried a cat without a tail in one hand, and two familiar white eggs in the other hand, almost instantly making Mu Wanwan cold.

The cat died, its tail was cut, and it hung on Mr. Long's door like a demonstration.

His Big Treasure and Little Treasure were also pinched in his hands, just a little bit harder...

"give me back……"

There was blood on the palm of Mr. Xiaolong's hand, and the wooden board he had brought back so hard fell to the ground, making a dull sound. He stared at the blue dragon, his eyes turned golden, and his fangs came out, "Give it back to me."

"give me back!"

"Oh, give it back to you." Qinglong took the dead cat in disgust and threw it into the distance. Seeing Mr. Long pounced on the ground to catch it, laughed out loud, as if admiring his tragic situation.

Mu Wan was so angry that it burst, and his heart felt painful, no matter whether he was in a spiritual state or not, he just wanted to go up and blast the head of this blue dragon. But she was destined to have no choice. Even before she rushed to the Qinglong side, she saw his scales appearing all over his body, with his mouth wide open, swallowing Dabao and Xiaobao in the eyes of Mr. Long about to freeze.

"Bah, it's unpalatable, it's all broken." Qinglong took a couple of mouthfuls, and when his eyes touched Mr. Long's expression, he gave an interesting smile, "Hey, didn't you say you are a evil star? How do I think you are a little girl Well, we shed tears."

When he said that he seemed to have thought of something suddenly, he laughed, "You don't really think that the two eggs they put on the road on purpose are dragon eggs, do you? Hahaha laughed at me to death."

Listening to his ridicule, Mu Wanwan only felt a headache, and her heart seemed to be torn apart. At this moment, her senses seemed to be in sync with Mr. Long. She felt that her body was slowly growing, and the dragon's eyes on the opposite side became more It became more and more stunned, and it became smaller and smaller.

Soon, he also became a dragon.

There was an angry dragon in her ears, with **** scales in her eyes. Mu Wanwan only felt that the sky was spinning, her whole body hurt, and her vision gradually blurred. When she recovered clearly again, the battle was over.

Qinglong was bitten to death, and his staring eyes fell from the air.

The dragon yin in her ears still didn't stop. She heard the long yin from all directions, angry, lively, and many dragons rushing towards this once-comfortable little corner.

Her body was aching like a tear. Mu Wanwan felt that she was really about to wake up. She tried to open her eyes, but she could only vaguely see a bruised dragon. He was covered in a hazy mist, and the prototype could not see it. Really, just run desperately into the distance.

If you don't look back, run.

Large masses of blood fell, like tears.

It's Mr. Long.

It's Mr. Long.

...

Opening his eyes suddenly, Mu Wanwan gasped twice, touched his sweaty forehead without real feeling, and his eyes were full of tears.

She looked at her palm, turned her head unrealistically, and saw Mr. Long sleeping peacefully next to her.

Mu Wanwan bit his lip, a little afraid that he was still in the dream, but tentatively reached out to touch his arm.

Warm, soft, touchable.

It's true, it's the true Mr. Long.

It's Mr. Long with warmth.

Mu Wanwan's emotions became a bit unbearable at once. She wanted to tell herself that she was just dreaming and that the things that happened in the dream were false, but the dream was so real.

It was so real that he was a little reluctant to believe that it was just a dream. She even wanted to believe that Mr. Xiaolong existed, even though the past was a bit too miserable for Mr. Long.

She still remembers Mr. Xiaolong's expression when the two eggs were eaten.

That kind of despair and hatred of his incompetent expression, I'm afraid, he really thought that those two eggs belonged to dragon eggs.

"Mr. Long." Mu Wanwan couldn't care about avoiding suspicion and so on. He called out Mr. Long vaguely, much gentler than usual, and slowly moved to his side.

His body was very hot, slightly higher than Mr. Xiaolong's body temperature, and it spread to her palms through the thin cotton clothes.

She was very sad. She just wanted to do everything she didn't do in the dream. First she reached out and touched his head, then hugged his arm and leaned her head on his shoulder.

So a certain dragon successfully connected to a piece of pronuclear and couldn't wait to wake up, and it crashed as soon as it turned on: "..."

Mr. Long was stunned. He didn't know what happened, but he could feel her holding his arm tightly, as if very sad.

A soft and warm touch came from her body, spreading from her arms and shoulders a little bit, like a fire, burning up little by little, and he felt his face start to get hot.

Why suddenly hug, hug... hug him?

Although in Mu Wanwan's eyes, this is just the comfort she owes Mr. Xiaolong, and in the strict sense, it can't be regarded as a hug, right? But in the eyes of Mr. Long, as soon as he woke up, she would hold his arm and put her head on his shoulder, which made Long not calm.

Her hair is a bit long, her cheeks are soft, she leaned against his shoulder, and her long hair slicked through, making him itchy.

"Stupid dragon." Mu Wanwan hadn't recovered from the look in Mr. Xiaolong's eyes just now, and really wanted to tell him that it was just a spirit egg, not a dragon egg.

Moreover, according to Mr. Long in the dreamland who doesn’t care about others’ views on the surface, but actually secretly wipes away his tears, Mu Wanwan is really scared. The dragon will feel that it’s because he is unfortunate and a evil star, so the dragon egg Will be discovered, so the two-tailed cat will be killed.

Thinking of this level, she was even more sad, angry and uncomfortable.

I am so angry that I have nothing to do with this dream, but I can't do anything, what a dragon, how can I be so stupid! Stupidly makes her feel bad.

She was aggrieved and sad, calling him stupid dragon, but Mr. Long shook his ears shyly.