Chapter 178 Stomach Bloating

I woke up in the middle of the night, cleaned up and took a shower, and the sky was already slightly blue.

Mianmian went to bed early yesterday, and Linlin finally got enough sleep. He didn't plan to take a nap, but dressed himself up and planned to make breakfast today.

Rachel made him breakfast and dinner yesterday, and Mianmian wanted to report to him today.

While taking a shower, Mianmian forced herself to forget those embarrassing dreams and not to have excessive fantasies about her roommate.

They had only known each other for two days, and Raikiri was such a considerate and kind alpha, she couldn't have any strange thoughts about him.

Unless... unless he likes me too.

Mianmian thought secretly in her heart.

He was not the kind of omega who had seen the world. Like all his former friends, he had been tamed by the White Tower and turned into a docile appendage, and he had many expectations of the alpha.

It wasn't until she discovered that her blind date was completely different from the one in the textbook, and was almost bullied by the politician, and after traveling to a low-tech world, that Mianmian finally had some personal awakening.

But in essence, he is still a soft and lovely omega, and his nature makes him yearn for love and a strong alpha.

Mianmian knew that she had a good impression of Raikiri. After all, Heipi was truly a treasure of the world, and Mianmian had experienced it firsthand.

He didn't care about Raikiri's disability, as long as he could bite - the White Tower didn't teach the omegas anything more, after all, those alphas wanted their partners to be a blank piece of paper for them to paint on.

So Mianmian naively thought that just taking a bite and making a temporary mark would solve the main problem.

If he had asked the married seniors who came back to visit their companions in the White Tower, Mianmian would have known the importance of complete marking.

Unfortunately, he is as naive as his crush.

Mianmian secretly made up his mind. He thought that if Raikiri also liked him, he would let Raikiri be his alpha, work hard with him on the island, serve Mr. Dragon well to save some money, and then return to the capital to buy a house and live together.

In this magical world without any technology, this is probably the most perfect life plan.

Mianmian, in a good mood, stretched and planned to go outside the cave to get some fresh air.

He was really bored in his own pheromones.

As soon as she walked out, Mianmian was shocked.

What's this!

What's going on with all these dead fish all over the ground!

Rai Qie, you stayed up all night and boiled the sea into fish soup!

Mianmian's eyes were as big as copper bells. He squatted down and picked up a soft and rotten sardine to make sure that he was not mistaken, these fish were really cooked.

How can it be cooked?

The small boat that was previously placed at the entrance of the cave is now filled with cooked fish. Some of the fish have fallen to the ground because there is not enough space.

It must have been cooked over high heat, because the fish was intact, not damaged at all, and soft and juicy when squeezed.

Just when Mianmian was puzzled and trying to recall whether there was a pot as big as a boat in the cave, he saw that the ground under his feet gradually darkened and the shadows became more and more.

Hmm? What's going on? Isn't it already daybreak?

He belatedly raised his little head and twisted his neck to look behind him.

On the top of the cave, there was a huge black dragon coiled, shaking its wings and trying to adjust its sitting position.

They stared at each other with wide eyes and glared at each other.

Dragon: “…”

Mianmian: “…”

"Good morning, Mianmian," said the dragon.

"Good morning, Mr. Dragon." Mianmian replied.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.

It was Mianmian who took the initiative to ask him: "Mr. Julong, is this your breakfast?"

The dragon said, "Yes. It's like this - I had some things that I needed Raikiri to do for me, so he left in a hurry and left last night. I saw him off. After that, I went hunting - you know, dragons like to sleep during the day and move around at night."

Mianmian nodded, thinking to herself, I didn't know, but now that you've told me, I know: "You actually eat cooked food too."

"I don't usually eat cooked food, but I suddenly wanted to give it a try," the dragon said. "Since you're awake, I invite you to have breakfast with me."

Mianmian had nothing to refuse.

You don’t have to cook the fish yourself and you can enjoy it.

He went back to the cave to get a set of tableware and, with his employer's consent, selected some fish that he liked.

Then he sat on a smooth stone outside the cave and had breakfast with the dragon that had jumped to the ground.

The fish cooked in sea water tasted average, but luckily the supplies given by the high priest included some seasonings, so Mianmian did some simple processing.

As he ate, he spoke to the dragon: "Mr. Dragon, why are you using the boat the high priest gave me to load fish?"

"Uh, sorry, I will compensate you with a ship - do you like cruise ships? I happen to have a friend whose wife is in this business." The dragon negotiated with him.

"No, the boat is not my property. I was just wondering how I would get back to land after I finish my work if I lost the boat."

"Don't worry too much about what happens next. There will always be a way."

I won't let you go back, Rachel thought.

They chatted idly. Mianmian had finished eating and was drinking water. His brain, which had been rusty from getting up early, finally became a little clearer as the sunlight gradually shone through.

Noticing that Mr. Julong hadn't eaten any of the fish on the boat, Mianmian tilted her head in confusion and asked him, "Why aren't you eating?"

"I'll wait for you to finish eating first." The dragon replied.

"Why wait for me to finish eating first?"

"Because I eat so fast."

As he spoke, Julong adjusted his angle and opened his mouth - he had previously kept his mouth closed and squeezed words out of his throat - only then did Mianmian finally understand why Julong always kept his mouth closed.

The moment his dragon mouth opened, his white teeth were exposed, and soon a large amount of gray smoke with sparks came out of his mouth.

It's dragon breath.

It may act as a blowtorch, instantly giving the tender fish meat and fish skin a charred crust.

Mianmian smelled a strong meaty aroma, which should be the Maillard reaction.

What is even more surprising is that the wrinkled skin at the junction of the dragon's snout and neck is like elastic cloth. When stretched out, the dragon's mouth opens to the size of a small boat.

He ate all the fish in one bite, and the small wooden boat was bitten by his sharp teeth.

Mianmian watched helplessly as a bulge formed on his slender neck as he swallowed the huge pile of food into his stomach like a giant python.

He just burped, not vomiting a single fish bone.

Mianmian: “…”

Mianmian was shocked!

He finished it in one bite! No wonder Mr. Dragon had to wait for me to finish eating first, he eats really fast!

When it tilts its neck back to swallow the food, it looks a bit like a rooster that has just pecked at a corn bun and is swallowing it with difficulty.

"I'm done eating." The dragon said reservedly.

Mianmian gave a thumbs up and praised him generously: "Mr. Dragon, your figure is truly majestic!"

It really looks like a majestic and proud rooster.

"Hmm." The dragon shook its wings proudly.

Ah, it looks more like a big rooster, Mianmian thought.

…

After breakfast, the dragon spread its wings on the edge of the cliff. Mianmian didn't know what the dragon was thinking. She said something to the dragon and went to the cave to clean up the tableware he had just used.

By the way, I also cleaned up the fish that fell on the ground.

Mianmian was originally worried about how to clean the boat, but the dragon told him not to worry about it and he could wait until Raikiri finished his work and come back and then clean it with magic.

Mianmian nodded.

Because of the smart furniture sent by the elves, he sometimes forgets that this world actually has magic.

Especially Raikiri, who said that his magic was very powerful, even more powerful than the high priest!

When he came out after finishing his work, the dragon was still standing on the edge of the cliff, gazing into the distance.

The morning was not a long working day, so he was relaxed and bored, so he simply came out and sat back on the small stone bench.

Sensing his gaze, the dragon turned its head.

There was actually a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

Mianmian was shocked.

"Mr. Julong, are you unhappy about something?" Why do you look like you're having a depression attack so early in the morning, just after finishing your meal?

He wouldn't jump off a cliff in front of me, would he?

The more Mianmian thought about it, the worse it felt. She immediately wanted to get up and pull the tip of his wings to pull him back. Even with his strength, he might not be able to peel off a single dragon scale.

"No," the dragon replied, "I just have a little indigestion."

This is the truth, Raikiri was bitten.

Eating raw food and eating cooked food are completely different concepts, and the quantity is also very different. The dragon has a little bloating.

So he stood on the edge of the cliff, occasionally shaking his wings and taking a few steps, trying to make himself more comfortable.

It’s just that Mianmian was busy just now and didn’t see it.

Another reason is that he is still excited for some reason. Raikiri knows that his current state is a little strange.

He couldn't even transform back into human form now.

I always feel like something is wrong with my body and I feel very restless.

This made him very depressed.

Because he couldn't turn back into a human, he couldn't sleep with Xiangxiang's wife at night.

This is a benefit that Raqie doesn't want to give up no matter what.

Please, his wife is a cute human who can emit fragrance!

Raikiri, who didn't know his wife was an omega, was very proud.

While being speechless, Mianmian felt a little relieved.

Well, it’s better to not digest it than to suddenly have an emo feeling like jumping off a cliff.

He was just an omega who worked hard to support himself and could not afford the lawsuit for the death of his employer.

"Then why don't you move around?" Mianmian suggested.

It is a reasonable suggestion that you need to digest what you have eaten.

The dragon nodded, "I think I do need some exercise."

He thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Mianmian, have you ever tried flying? Do you want to fly?"

"Ah?" The topic changed so quickly that Mianmian didn't react and asked stupidly.

"I mean, do you want to try flying on my back? I'm planning on taking some wind and flying around inside the clouds. The weather's perfect right now, the sun is shining, and the wind isn't too strong. Do you want to come with me?"

Fly on the back of a dragon!

Wouldn't that be just like the dragon riders in adventure stories? Riding a dragon and flying through the sky would be so majestic and exciting!

The princes and princesses in fairy tales don’t have this treatment.

"Yes!" the omega said loudly, his eyes shining. At the end, realizing his urgency, he added shyly, "If you like, I hope to ride you and fly."

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