Mu Wanwan thought of what the dragon had told her, Mengmeng had awakened her intelligence, and her IQ was about the same as that of a three-year-old child -

she could cry, laugh, get angry, act coquettishly, and make trouble.

He endured such pain just because he didn't want to see her disappear.

She kept kneeling on the ground with her hands holding the light liquid, watching Mengmeng slowly close her eyes. She was in so much pain that she couldn't make any sound, and her hatred for Ao Qin and Wu Yao reached its peak.

She gritted her teeth, her spiritual power turned into a knife, and she forcefully cut off her left hand that was still holding the light liquid. Ignoring the pain of the broken bones, she used her right hand to pry open Mengmeng's beak, trying to make him spit out everything.

With bruises on the corners of Ao Qin's mouth, he threw Uncle Chen to the ground. He had many treasures in his hands and was very powerful. How could Uncle Chen, a mutant polar bear, possibly defeat a ferocious dragon like him?

He turned to meet Mu Wanwan's hateful gaze, and smiled triumphantly, "Alas, it's a pity that your husband is dead, and no one can help you."

He said, and casually knocked Hua A to the side, looking at Meng Meng who seemed to have lost her life lying on the ground, deliberately showing a surprised expression, "Why, didn't this phoenix cub kill itself?"

"Fuck, a bunch of fly-like women." Wu Yao knocked Jiu Qing to the side with a punch, and said viciously, raising his eyebrows, "Ao Qin, don't kill this cub, I still have use."

"I know." Ao Qin was in a good mood, and he didn't get angry even in the face of Wu Yao's attitude.

He looked down at Mu Wanwan's miserable appearance, and felt that all the anger in his heart slowly subsided -

this is right.

That's right.

He is the only sovereign of the dragon clan, he is the most powerful one of the dragon clan, even if the orphan dragon has crushed him, so what, won't his beloved wife die in his hands soon?

Ao Qin couldn't help but transform into a half-dragon form, he decided, he would eat Mu Wanwan.

Feeling her blood splattering with his sharp teeth, he savored the fruit of victory that belonged to him.

"Long live the king!"

The great elder of the Golden Dragon clan took the lead in shouting, and the dragons behind him also responded.

"Eat her! Eat her!"

Hai Ren and Chi Yan painfully resisted the siege of many witches, Mo Teng's arm pierced through the chest of a blood puppet, Jiu Qing and Uncle Chen were seriously injured and could not get up for the time being, Feng and Hua Auntie were also helpless.

Mu Wanwan faced Ao Qin with scales all over his face without fear, looking at his scales that were uglier than Mr. Long when he turned into a dragon.

In her ears were the roaring wind, rain, thunder and lightning, mixed with heavy rain that could not wash away the strong smell of blood, and the excited dragon roars of those who cheered and shouted to eat her, intertwined into a prelude to death.

However, the expected pain did not come. The earth shook from her knees, and a hot white light danced in front of her eyes. She opened her eyes and saw Meng Meng standing in front of her with flames all over his body.

His wings seemed to be broken, and half of his body was covered in blood.

Ao Qin spit out the flaming Meng Meng with a "Pooh".

Mu Wanwan felt the abyss shaking behind her, the platform collapsed, and the whole person flew backwards without resistance along with the broken stones.

She saw her remaining right arm turning into light points bit by bit, and rain fell into her eyes.

Is her life going to end like this?

The world seemed to be cut off and completely quiet. Before she closed her eyes unwillingly, she seemed to see the fluttering black brocade robe, and felt a weight on her waist and a warmth from her chest.

Mu Wanwan coughed violently, and her senses returned to normal.

She heard a low and hoarse voice that she was so familiar with, with inextricable pity -

"Madam..."

Mu Wanwan's eyes widened suddenly, thinking that all this was just a thought before death. Her right hand, which had disappeared halfway, tightly grasped Mr. Long's clothes.

She looked at him in disbelief, at that familiar yet strange face -

without the mark of the curse, with dark eyebrows, deep eye sockets, long curled eyelashes and golden pupils, and slightly thin lips that were curled at this moment. He looked at her seriously and tenderly, as if... he

really existed.

A gentle kiss fell on his lips, and the dragon who had survived a near-death experience and was reborn gently rubbed his ears with his favorite treasure during the time he fell: the flow rate of time inherited was one hundred to one with the outside world. After spending nearly two hundred years of nothingness, he ushered in nearly a hundred years of dying time. In those days when everything was almost closed off and he could not feel anything, he began to annihilate from the bone marrow, and then reborn in intense pain.

Mr. Long caressed her long hair and kissed her tearful eyelashes.

He waited too long, too long.

In the darkness that lasted for three hundred years, he relied on his longing for her to keep going.

Fortunately, he succeeded.

He can see her again.

Just hugging her gently like this is like holding the only light in the long night, dispelling all the darkness bit by bit.

The moment he saw her, he felt as if his heart, which had been dead for three hundred years, was beating again.

"Mr. Long..." The warmth coming from him did not seem fake, and a sound that was almost sobbing came from his throat. Mu Wanwan bit her lip hard to prevent herself from crying out in embarrassment -

her dragon is back.

It was as if her god had descended from the sky.