The huge dragon was shrouded in a faint black mist, with a fierce broken horn on its forehead and its whiskers bent into a beautiful shape.

The mist surged, and the dragon turned into a tall man.

Mr. Long pressed his forehead, put away the broken horn and ears, and checked that the tail that was still dripping blood had been put away. He swallowed a pill made by his wife, and after a while, some color returned to his pale and handsome face.

Today's training progress is good, and my strength has improved a lot. The pronucleus is only a little bit away from being connected. The next training should not be so painful. My strength has also recovered a lot. Although it has not recovered to its peak strength, at least I will not be afraid of fighting any dragon alone.

However, even if the broken nuclei are connected, there are still cracks. This situation will become more and more serious as time goes by. If he wants to give her a stable and normal life, and wants to walk on the road with her openly without worrying about those who hate the dragon clan, he must get stronger.

Thinking of her, Mr. Long's expression, which was as cold as ice, softened a little. This battle with the sea monster consumed some of his physical strength and consciousness. In addition, the injuries from cultivation originally took some time to repair, and his wife was in a very bad condition at the time, so he thought about building a small house on this island to rest before leaving.

However

Mr. Long raised his head and looked at the clouds that were gradually dyed with gold edges. A touch of warmth was stained on his ears. His wife broke through.

Those pills and the life-like light spots alleviated his secretly hidden pain.

He was moved and changed his mind.

Calculating the time, this period should be the winter market of the mermaids. It would be very fast for him to go there from here, and there should be a leisure pavilion there. He could inquire about the news and confirm whether he must go to the demon world.

The future is uncertain, and he may still die.

He didn't fear death at all before. He

even felt that death might be a kind of relief for him.

Although he didn't know why he tried to live every time he was on the verge of death, at that time he might only have the instinct to survive.

Now, he was a little scared. Afraid that he

would no longer be able to see her at the blink of an eye, and afraid that she would forget him.

Mr. Long is not sweet at all when he is not in front of Mu Wanwan. He has probably never been sweet before, and there is undisguised gloom in his eyes.

He is always so conflicted. He wants her to face danger with him, but he is reluctant to let her get hurt.

From the moment she came to him, she has never stopped struggling, over and over again, and he himself feels very annoyed.

At least, today, he wants to forget all of this.

He is selfish after all, and in the end, he still wants to weave a beautiful dream with her.

A self-deprecating chuckle sounded in the air, and a moment later, an almost whispered voice came, "Madam."

- When Mu Wanwan saw Mr. Long coming back in the sunshine today, she did not see the familiar bag of food in his hand.

Yes, Mr. Long is a respectable and particular dragon who wants to raise a family. Every time he goes out hunting, he will clean the food and put it in a bag and bring it back.

This time he didn't bring anything back, which surprised Mu Wanwan a little, although they don't need to eat much now.

Mr. Long saw his little wife, "weak" holding a ball of fur, waiting for him at the door. When she saw him, she smiled and smiled.

It seems that she is looking forward to his return .

His heart was warm, and he couldn't tell what the feeling was. Mr. Long sped up and came to Mu Wanwan in a moment, and naturally held her with his big hand.

When she touched it, it was slightly cold. Mr. Long's tone was as if he didn't even notice it, complaining, but he couldn't help being unhappy. "Why are you waiting outside?"

His palms were hot. Mu Wanwan moved slightly twice, sliding her hands across his rough palms, her face a little red. "It's not cold."

She said she wasn't cold and she really wasn't cold. After all, she was a fourth-level cultivator now. Although she didn't have any combat talents at all, and she still had Mengmeng as a hand warmer, it was a little heavy

. "Yeah." Mr. Long warmed her hands and shifted his eyes slightly. "I remember there's a market nearby. Do you want to go?"

Mu Wanwan was a little confused. "What?"

He saw a long strand of hair hanging down from her temples. He subconsciously reached out and touched her cheek. It felt warm and soft to the touch.

"Market." Mr. Long's face turned a little red, and her shadow was reflected in his sight. "Open at night, sell some small items."

"And candy."

Mu Wanwan: ""

Perhaps her expression was a little hard to describe, Mr. Long added, "Very delicious."

Mu Wanwan: "Okay."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt that the dragon in front of her was looking at her with a very obvious and very happy expression, and the word "expectation" was rarely written in its phoenix eyes.

"What, what's wrong?" She was suddenly a little scared when Mr. Long said this.

He moved a little closer, his forehead resting on hers, and his voice was very soft, "How about wearing shiny things?"

Mu Wanwan: ""

What shiny things! Even if she had nothing to wear, or was naked, or wore a bikini with cute fur, she would never agree to such embarrassing clothes, and would never wear them!!

"But there is a spell, and only I can see it." The little wife began to attack. "

" Mr. Wan defended.

"It looks good." Grievance x1

"" "

Madam." Grievance x2

""

"I want to see it." Grievance x3

"Just, just once."

"Okay." The ending tone did not hide the joy, Mr. Long held her hand, "Which one do you want to wear?"

Mu Wanwan: ""

- When Mu Wanwan came out of the room wearing a rainbow, she received a sincere compliment from Mr. Long, but she was not happy at all.

"Come over here." He was wearing a dark black robe, which was picked for him by Mu Wanwan. His long hair was simply tied up with a light ink-colored headband. His fine hair was blown up by the wind, revealing his forehead which was dotted with curse marks. His dark eyebrows slanted into his temples, and his narrow eyes stared at her without blinking. His voice was as clear as a spring, and there was a faint smile on his lips. He looked like a domineering president.

Mu Wanwan rolled her eyes at Long. To be honest, although the clothes looked a little ugly, they were made of good material. They were not as uncomfortable as she thought and were still very convenient to walk in.

Mr. Long cast a spell on the two of them. When Mu Wanwan lowered her head, she could no longer see the suffocating color on her body. When she looked at Mr. Long again, she saw that there was no change in her eyes.

"It looks good." Mr. Long praised again. Mu Wanwan's face turned red. What kind of awful feeling was this? Was it shame?

Mu Wanwan was too embarrassed to bear it, so she just gave up and did the opposite, "My husband is more handsome than me."

Mr. Long's eyes widened slightly, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover the curse marks on his face, and he didn't have time to hide his surprise. Soon, he realized that this action was inappropriate, lowered his head, and didn't say anything.

Mu Wanwan was stunned -

she never knew that he was inferior because of his appearance.

Thinking about it carefully, she seemed to have never said in front of him that she liked his appearance and loved him very much.

She thought he understood, and she even felt inferior in front of him.

He used to be the strongest man in the mainland. Although he is now down and out and facing the danger of death, perhaps in love, as long as you like him, you will be worried about gains and losses. Even if he is so vicious now, her filter is still as thick as eight hundred tempered glass.

In the process of falling in love with him, those thoughts that were not expressed, how could she not hide her insecurity.

But, she didn't know that he was like this too.

Even more fragile than her.

Feeling sour and distressed, Mu Wanwan really wanted to press this underclothes dragon to the ground and rub it to see how much he was hiding in his heart.

She was really helpless. She stood on tiptoe, raised her hand and gently touched his cheek, "Mr. Long, you are the most beautiful dragon I have ever seen."

"You are not ugly at all."

Mu Wanwan bit her lip, her heartbeat getting faster and faster. She looked up and saw Mr. Long staring at her closely. There was a layer of obvious water marks in his dark eyes, and he looked very lost.

She threw herself into his arms and made the first confession in her life, showing him all her hidden thoughts, "I like you very much."

"You are already my husband."

I never thought you were ugly.

I always liked you very much.

"Yeah."

Mu Wanwan felt that she was hugged tightly, "Long also likes Madam."

"More than Madam."

A low hoarse voice rang in her ears, and Mu Wanwan's eyes were red with shame.

He responded, carefully wrapping her self-esteem.

"Okay." Mu Wanwan smiled and blinked casually, "Didn't you say you wanted to go to the market? Let's go."

"Okay." Mr. Long bent down, first kissed the corner of her eyes, and then slid down to her lips.

The breath was long, and there was an extraordinarily ambiguous feeling after the confession. For adults and dragons, deep kisses are always right at any time.

As for the fat hand warmer Feichu, he had been thrown into the mustard space by his irresponsible old father and mother to raise spirit chickens.

The mermaid market is not far from here. Mr. Long and his wife came here when it was the busiest.

Because of the magic, the mermaids saw them as a loving couple who liked to wear brightly colored (?) couple outfits →_→

As for what colors, you can refer to Mr. Long's terrible taste.