The light liquid connected Mu Wanwan's arm, and the dazzling light made the platform very bright. People could only feel the warmth and power transmitted from the alchemist. Maybe some people looked over here, but few people noticed that the girl who brought them light was about to reach her limit.

"Auntie Hua." Mu Wanwan called her weakly. She was not in a good condition now. Her consciousness was exhausted and the spiritual power in her dantian was almost gone. Fortunately, Auntie Hua came.

Aunt Hua looked at Mu Wanwan's translucent palm and was so angry that she couldn't speak. She bloomed several flowers in the air around her and forcibly divided the light liquid and put it into the flowers. Then she used her spiritual power to drag it and hang it on the branches of Mo Teng that were not easily attacked in the barrier, like a lamp.

The light liquid was difficult to divide. After taking all the light liquid out of Mu Wanwan's hand, Aunt Hua was surprised to find that one third of her spiritual power was gone.

What kind of light ball is this? It's clearly a blood-sucking ball, right?

Finally getting rid of the light liquid, Mu Wanwan collapsed on the ground exhausted. She had no strength in her body. With her eyes closed, she couldn't see her almost transparent limbs at all.

Aunt Hua touched her forehead, fed her a few pills of the Concentrating Mind Pill and the Snow Condensing Pill that Mu Wanwan had refined before, and sat beside her.

"Chiu..." Meng Meng saw Mu Wanwan lying on the ground motionless, and moved over carefully, trembling her little wings and stretched them under her nose to check if she was still breathing.

Aunt Hua saw this scene and couldn't help laughing, and her heavy mood dissipated at once.

"Chiu." Meng Meng carefully felt the air flow sprayed by Mu Wanwan on its wing tips, breathed a sigh of relief, turned her head to meet Aunt Hua's smiling eyes, and flapped her wings angrily.

Chiu was just worried.

"Okay, okay." Auntie Hua stretched out her hand to rub the fur, but the big fat fur ball dodged nimbly, "Hey, you're not allowed to touch me!"

Auntie Hua withdrew her hand in dismay, bent down, and briefly told Mu Wanwan about Mu Ling and her body.

Mu Wanwan only felt a buzzing in her ears, and Auntie Hua's voice was vague and could not be heard clearly.

Mengmeng's chirping was very clear, and she roughly understood what Auntie Hua meant when she heard Mengmeng's hoarse chirping explanation behind Auntie Hua -

that her body was about to collapse, but there was no need to worry?

"Chirp~"

Chirp will always accompany Wanwan~

Mu Wanwan, who half understood Mengmeng's explanation, was a little amused, but when she came to her senses, she felt a little complicated.

So her body is about to collapse?

I wonder if I can see him again before Mr. Long comes back. As

her consciousness gradually blurred, Mu Wanwan thought so before she completely passed out.

Aunt Hua sensed her deep sleep, and slightly curled her lips, leaving a natal flower covering Mu Wanwan. If the vital signs of the person inside fluctuated violently, she would be able to sense it in time.

"Chirp."

Are you leaving?

"I'm right in front." Aunt Hua stretched out her hand to pull Chirp's hair, but it still dodged her. She didn't get angry, "You stay here and watch Wanwan."

"Chirp."

Okay.

Meng Meng nodded in agreement in a very cool manner, standing beside Mu Wanwan, looking at the gradually falling off large pieces of the barrier's inner wall, her pair of dark eyes filled with the solemnity of a mature Maojiu.

Hua Auntie shook her head helplessly, glanced at the increasingly intense situation not far away, and turned away.

…

"These people are really not giving up." Wu Yao lost his patience after a long time of attack. "Nearly a hundred witches have died here, and there is still no breach. When can we start the blood sacrifice?"

Ao Qin looked at the people who had been fighting for nearly a night and still stubbornly resisted, and sneered, "Their light is about to go out."

Wu Yao narrowed his eyes and looked at Mu Wanwan who had not woken up in the deepest part of the barrier. He tapped his fingers and said, "I can't wait any longer."

Such a powerful soul power will definitely help him enter a new realm.

"When the light goes out, we will launch a general attack." Ao Qin was also a little impatient. These people were as difficult to deal with as flies, and they were protected by the vines, so the damage was minimal.

Moreover, he was always worried, worried that the dragon would rush out from the inheritance land at any time. Although he had always firmly believed that the useless dragon could not pass the inheritance, he still had a vague uneasiness in his heart. After just one night of fighting, he was already afraid that he would not be able to kill Mu Wanwan and eradicate the roots.

"Huh." Ao Qin looked at the slightly exhausted battle situation and subconsciously glanced at the spirit lamp belonging to the dragon that he had taken out from the core of the forbidden land. At one glance, he couldn't help but smile and laughed out loud.

It's cracked, it's cracked!

He must have failed!

He must have failed!

Ao Qin laughed almost madly, turned into a blue dragon and roared, and a large amount of rain fell. Wu Yao looked at the blue dragon in the sky with a look like a lunatic. The tired Jiu Qing and Hai Ren were also very puzzled. Uncle Chen squinted his eyes and felt something was wrong.

Meng Meng, who was guarding Mu Wanwan, was also frightened by the sudden appearance of the giant dragon. She angrily sprayed a small flame at Ao Qin outside the barrier. Seeing another aftermath flying over, she quickly fanned a small wind with her wings.

It was well raised in the past, and the only moves it mastered were acting cute and arguing with its old father. Later, when it grew up a little, it got the skill of spraying fire into the alchemy furnace.

But now, under the occasional flying insects and witchcraft moves, it relied on its primitive instinct to powerfully spit out hot flames, scorching many insects.

After it once again burned a section of the insect corpse that was chopped in half into ashes, Mu Wanwan woke up.

She crawled out from the flowers covering her body, facing the falling ashes and Meng Meng's surprised eyes.

"Chi~"

Her head still hurt a little, but under the effect of the elixir, she recovered some of her physical strength. She sat cross-legged on the ground, facing the lamp hanging on the vine that was about to go out, and the blue dragon that was circling above the barrier like a convulsion, and looked at the still somewhat transparent palm.

They were about to lose.

She had to refine some more light liquid, but she still wanted to see Mr. Long again before her body collapsed.

It would take some time for the body made of wood spirit to grow slowly. During that time, she would not be able to see him or hear his voice.

Mu Wanwan frowned slightly. When would Mr. Long come back?

She subconsciously reached out to touch the small dragon horn hanging around her neck, but it felt uneven and cracked.

Her heartbeat stopped for a moment and her mind went blank for a brief moment. Mu Wanwan took off the little dragon horn hanging around her neck with trembling fingertips in panic. The words that Long Lin said before he left seemed to still be ringing in her ears -

"If the horn is broken, it means that I..."

She remembered the sadness curled up on his long eyelashes, "I failed. If I tear open the scroll, I can leave the demon world and be teleported to the human race."

Mu Wanwan looked at the little dragon horn lying in her palm, with the cracks gradually expanding, and it gradually dimmed. Her cheeks and eye sockets were hot. She bit her lips tightly to prevent herself from uttering the suppressed sobs as if he had left her. Her vision was already muddy.

"No..."

"Don't break."

A huge sorrow rolled up from her heart, like a wave that completely drowned her. Mu Wanwan looked at the small horn with a pleading look. In her palm, the cracks spread out little by little.

But perhaps her prayer failed.

The little dragon horn, which was gradually shining with a faint light, finally cracked little by little, accompanied by a crisp sound, and a star-like radiant light overflowed from the middle. Mu Wanwan stretched out her hand to grab it, but watched the dust-like debris blown away on her cold forehead with a gust of wind.

An extra memory suddenly appeared in her mind, extinguishing the sorrow that had not yet surged up in her -

she saw a small figure, wearing a hooded vest modified from monster underwear, with a dirty body, and a tender tail and ears exposed. It was clinging to the wall, sticking its little head out, and eavesdropping on the conversation of the little dragons.

"What's your last name?" asked a little white dragon who was no more than five or six years old. "My last name is Bai, Bai sounds nice."

"But my last name is Ao." A little green dragon shook his tail, "He also has a last name Ao."

"Yes, all dragons should have the last name Ao, right?" said another fat little green dragon in a baby voice, "All my friends have the last name Ao."

"Your last name is Bai, you're so weird, we don't want to play with you." The first little green dragon pointed at the white dragon childishly, pulled his friend's hand and puffed his face to leave.

"No." The little white dragon was about to cry, rubbing his eyes and dragon horns, "But dad said we all have the last name Bai."

"Then you play with the one with the last name Bai, we don't want to play with you." After the two little green dragons finished speaking, Mr. Little Dragon hiding in the corner also showed a nervous and scared expression, and his little ears trembled.

The little white dragon rubbed his eyes, as if he had made a great decision, "Then my surname will be Ao when I play with you guys!"

"Okay." The two little green dragons accepted the proposal, holding the little white dragon's hand and running away.

Today they are going to practice swimming together, Mr. Little Dragon thought silently, he had been observing for several days.

However -

it turns out that most dragons have the surname Ao, and no one would be willing to play with him if they were not.

Before, Chaos said that he was a dragon, so he should also have the surname Ao, right?

The little Mr. Dragon, who was still a milk dragon hiding in the corner, pulled his gray hood. He didn't know what he suddenly thought of, and his eyes lit up with anticipation. He still remembered, still remembered when he was just hatched, Chaos smiled and said that he was an abandoned little guy, and he would have to follow him in the future.

Because being abandoned leads to chaos...

so, abandonment should be a good word.

He suddenly became happy and ran into the alley with his short legs. Tonight, he must beat away all the bad beasts who said he had no name.

He has a name, "From today on, my name is Ao Qi."

Ao Qi.

It must be a very nice and meaningful name!

The author has something to say: Once:

Little Dragon: "From today on, my name is Ao Qi!"

Many years later:

Mr. Dragon covered his forehead and said, "I have no name, my name is Mr. Dragon."