Something was pulling her consciousness, and

Mu Wanwan felt a little uncomfortable at first. She tried to struggle a few times and gradually came to her senses. But this time, what she saw when she opened her eyes was not the familiar room and the familiar Mr. Long, but she felt that she had come to a very strange place -

under her feet were dirty bluestone slabs, the splicing was very messy, and the gaps were full of dirty mud and water. The air was filled with the stench of garbage. A drop of rain fell from the gloomy sky and dripped directly on her eyelashes, but it only blurred her vision for a moment and did not bring any bad touch.

Mu Wanwan soon realized that something was wrong. She took a few tentative steps on the ground. Her rough cloth shoes did not get stained with mud, but she still felt the awful wetness, and the depressing feeling of the rain hitting her head. But when she touched her head, it was indeed dry. Was

she... dreaming?

Realizing that she was dreaming, Mu Wanwan was not so nervous anymore.

She had not dreamed for a long time since she transmigrated into the book. The last time she dreamed was that she had earned a lot of spirit stones and piled them up next to Mr. Long.

But this time the dream was too clear, even the sound of rain falling on the ground was clear.

Mu Wanwan took two unreal steps forward and frowned slightly -

this dream was so dark, everything around was damp and gloomy, and the walls of the alley were all dirty.

When she caught a glimpse of a corner, Mu Wanwan's heart skipped a beat and she was a little scared, there was blood dripping there.

She was a little scared and quickened her pace to leave this dark alley. After walking for an unknown amount of time, she finally saw someone, or to be more precise, a child, a child who seemed to be running away -

he looked about eight or nine years old, wearing a tattered gray cloak that he tried hard to keep clean, with a ferocious look in his eyes and blood on his arms and face. He quickly ran past Mu Wanwan, his long hair was in disarray, and his injured hand was trying to hold on to his hood, but Mu Wanwan still saw his not-so-long horns and a pair of white plush ears that flashed by.

Is this... Mr. Dragon?

Mu Wanwan was a little surprised. She hesitated for a second, and the young version of Mr. Dragon ran away. Through the rain, she could only see his long dragon tail behind him.

Ha.

And the tip of the tail, the tender white hair on the tip was stained with blood, which made her feel a little distressed and a little bit want to laugh.

What kind of dragon is so furry?

With this thought in mind, Mu Wanwan was about to chase after him when she heard a series of chaotic footsteps behind him.

"Damn, you little bastard!" Several young dragons ran over angrily. They didn't look too good either, wearing tattered cloaks. Their horns and bodies were dirty and smelly. Compared to Mr.

Long, they were simply too unhygienic.

Mu Wanwan was a little disgusted.

"Fuck! This bastard has robbed the trash can we found first." The black scales on the face of the leading young dragon were faintly visible, and he looked like a black dragon with a bad temper. "Brothers, we must kill him for me today and see who is the boss of this dark alley."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

As soon as he gave the order, the other dragons hummed in high spirits, their voices full of joy and satisfaction after imagining beating up Mr. Long.

Mu Wanwan was a little worried. She looked at a group of dragons that were much bigger than Mr. Long and ran towards the place where Mr. Long had fled in a hurry. But this bad dragon, although he looked seriously injured and young, ran very fast. She and the group of young dragons searched for him in her dream for an entire afternoon but couldn't find him.

"Fuck, this guy is really good at hiding." The black dragon boy was so tired that he waved his hand to signal the other dragons to stop. "Let's go. It's almost night. The dragons in the next alley might come to seize the territory. Let's go."

The other dragons followed him fearfully and left.

Mu Wanwan stood beside them, wiping the non-existent sweat from her forehead. Seeing them run away, she even felt a little proud and sad.

Was Mr. Long's childhood in her heart so miserable?

Digging through trash cans, being chased and beaten by a group of killer dragons?

She didn't know when she would wake up, so she just wanted to take a closer look at the living environment of Mr. Long when he was young.

In the afternoon, she and the black dragon boy ran almost all the way through the abandoned dark alley area No. 7. It was an exaggeration to call it a dark alley area. Strictly speaking, it was more appropriate to call it a mixed place of slums and garbage dumps on the border.

She didn't know where this place was, but according to her observations this afternoon, most of the people living here were dragons, and there were also some beastmen with decent strength and people of other races. There were fish and dragons mixed together, and there were many cubs and orphans.

In addition, there were all kinds of rats, insects, and some lower creatures everywhere, and even shops and hotels, as if they were a complete street of their own.

It was getting dark, and Mu Wanwan finally followed a remote and inconspicuous alley. She had a hunch that the little Mr. Dragon would hide in this alley. This alley had no end in sight, and the terrain was very low. At first glance, it was full of dirty mud and water. The

accumulated water was almost above the ankles.

She also saw something that looked like a snake or a bug crawling inside.

If this wasn't a dream, she would definitely turn around and leave.

Mu Wanwan smiled bitterly. Why did she think so badly of Mr. Long's childhood? This way, she wouldn't have to endure this real terrible touch.

But even so, she still wanted to know what kind of life he lived in her dream, so Mu Wanwan didn't hesitate and walked in with courage -

it was wet and dirty, and there were things like mice pulling at her calves. Mu Wanwan felt like she was about to suffocate. She walked in the cold mud for more than ten minutes, turning several times, and finally reached the end.

In fact, she was very disgusted in her heart, because in the past ten minutes, the water became deeper and deeper, and there were more and more dirty things. She even saw a two-headed snake, spitting out red tongue and swimming past her legs, which scared her so much that she almost stayed where she was.

Mu Wanwan was shivering with cold. She turned the last corner and suddenly met a pair of bright golden pupils. She froze in place.

It was Mr. Long.

He was barefoot, and his soles turned into sharp claws, tightly stuck in the wall that was not too high but not too low. He was half squatting at the end of the alley, with scabs on the wounds on his arms, and the tip of his tail was curled defensively, with blood winding down from it and sliding down the wall.

This was the first time that Makiwa saw Mr. Long awake—

His eyes were frighteningly bright, his dark eyebrows were furrowed, his long, curled eyelashes were like two brushes, his lips were pursed, and he stared at her intently, as if he would pounce on her and tear her to pieces with his sharp claws in the next second.

He was very fierce, with a cold expression. He was obviously just a very young dragon, but it seemed that he had lost his expression and became paralyzed o(╯□╰)o

"Mr. Long, Mr. Long..."

Mu Wanwan was a little scared and called out his name subconsciously.

But the person opposite did not react, but just stared in her direction. Perhaps because of nervousness, the pair of ears on his head trembled.

His ears trembled, and Mu Wanwan was a little out of control. She covered her chest, which was jumping a little fast due to fear, and walked inside tentatively.

Mr. Long did not move, but continued to stare at the direction where she had stood before with caution.

So he was on guard?

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed her cheeks a little embarrassedly. She was dreaming, why was she afraid of the person in her dream?

She went around behind Mr. Long and walked a few steps inside. The water level was gradually rising. She didn't want to continue to endure that terrible feeling. She walked inside for a long time in one breath, and after turning several forks, she finally came to a relatively dry place.

Mu Wanwan sighed, looked down at her clothes that were not stained with anything dirty, and couldn't help shuddering.

After making sure that nothing was touched, she began to look around.

This was probably Mr. Long's secret base. There were a lot of small gravels around, which raised the ground a little to ensure that it would not be flooded.

Near the corner, there was a house made of stones, wood blocks and some thatch?

With a dull pain in her heart, Mu walked towards the small "house" that was slightly higher than her current one and had taken countless efforts to decorate. The house was built bit by bit with large stones as the base, small stones and wooden boards as the foundation. It was very small, very broken and very carefully

built . Mu Wanwan's hand, which was about to open the dilapidated wooden door, suddenly stopped in mid-air. She pinched her trembling fingertips, stood silently beside the small house, and waited for a long time. When Mr. Long finished his guard, he returned to "home" dragging his injured tail. His eyes had turned back to their normal color, narrow and dark, like two obsidians, with dilapidated little corners reflected in them, but it seemed to bring some relaxation and peace of mind. Mu Wanwan watched him slowly walk towards his "home", wearing a tattered gray cloak, covering his pair of plush ears that could not be covered, but his back was straight, and he pulled his slightly curled cuffs, proud and elegant like a nobleman. To be honest, if Mr. Long's ears hadn't twitched from time to time, she would have been fooled by his cool and aloof demeanor. Mu Wanwan saw him walking in from the alley. In just a dozen steps, he had tidied his clothes several times. They were obviously soaked and dirty, but it didn't make any difference whether he tidied them or not. He was still very particular about it. So Mr. Long is such a timid person? Mu Wanwan's eyes were a little sour. Seeing him walk to the door with bright eyes, he pretended to open the door and said softly, "Daddy is back." Daddy? Is Mr. Long a father at such a young age? Mu Wanwan felt sour in her heart and was a little curious. She quietly followed him in with a bent back. Ah, the room was pitch black, with only a little light coming in from outside. She looked carefully for several times before she saw what Mr. Long was talking to. That was not the little dragon she was thinking of, but two white eggs! Two eggs, obviously from a spirit egg =_=!! They were exactly the same as the ones she just bought, and they were about the same size. The author has something to say: Mr. Xiaolong (cheeks slightly red): "I'm not picky, I just like cleanliness, huh!"