The room was dark. Mu Wanwan took a while to completely adapt to this somewhat dark environment. With the little light coming in from outside, she watched Mr. Long stare at the two white spirit eggs carefully. He carefully put away his slightly sharp claws, turned them into human-shaped hands, and gently touched the two eggs.

"Dabao." His voice was very childish, with a little hoarseness. He gently called the name of one of the slightly larger spirit eggs. Mu Wanwan almost didn't recognize the spirit egg after hearing it.

She was a little embarrassed, and couldn't help but quietly walked to Mr. Long's side and confirmed several times that what he touched was indeed a spirit egg -

a white spirit egg that was half the size of a palm, placed on the table, and carefully wrapped in a cloth.

"Xiaobao." Mr. Long called out the name of another smart egg, and touched its round head as usual, which made Mu Wanwan a little silly.

After calling their names, Mr. Xiaolong was obviously in a much better mood. There was a hint of smile in his obsidian eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. He carefully put his hand back, touched his wet and messy long hair, frowned in disgust, walked to the door, took off his dirty hood, shook it and hung it on a wooden rack next to the door.

Mu Wanwan then noticed that there were a few wooden racks behind the broken wooden door. He saw Mr. Xiaolong carefully hung up the hood and combed his long hair with a small comb made of something unknown.

He had no handkerchief or towel, but he managed to dress himself up like a respectable little dragon.

Perhaps it was a bit cold, his wet ears kept shaking, and he scratched them several times before they felt better.

Mu Wanwan's eyes felt a little sore, and she scanned the room before it got dark -

it was dark, and the inside looked as simple as the outside.

But there was a door, a bed, and a table.

The wooden door was tattered, and the bed was big, but you could tell at a glance that it was picked up from the garbage dump, with a corner missing and padded with stones, and half a mattress and half a quilt on top, looking like someone had torn it apart violently because of a quarrel.

But he handled it very well, the corners were carefully sewn, and there was a clean little pillow next to the bed.

As for the table, it should be made by himself. It is crooked but very sturdy. On it are two neatly stacked clothes and his two eggs. It unexpectedly matches this "home".

Yes, it is home.

Mr. Xiaolong's home.

Mu Wanwan watched him tidy himself up slowly and meticulously, as if he didn't care about the wound on his foot. He walked to the table and took out a piece of steamed bread hidden in his pocket.

The steamed bread looked very bad. It was a little green and looked like it was moldy, but it was big and there were no teeth marks. It should not have been bitten by anyone.

Mu Wanwan watched him carefully peel off the green skin, swallowed hard, and then...

broke off a large piece and placed it next to the two eggs. "Daddy brought you some food."

He said, wanting to eat, but after thinking about it, he put down the small piece of steamed bread in his hand, and looked at the two eggs again, not knowing whether to explain, "I ate yesterday, I'm not hungry."

Nonsense, she could hear his stomach growling.

One after another, very loudly.

Mu Wanwan couldn't stand it anymore, even if it was a dream, she wanted to wake up quickly.

This dream was too real. She could even feel the cold and damp weather, the sound of raindrops hitting the simple roof, and Mr. Long's hunger, although she couldn't tell anything from his paralyzed face.

But the sound of the dragon being thrown away was really weird. It kept ringing in her ears, making her so sad that she wanted to go up and stuff the steamed bun into the mouth of this dragon who was so stubborn that he wanted to save face, and then tie him up and treat his wounds with medicine.

The wounds on his face and hands were healed, but his paws and tail were still bleeding.

She even wanted to wake up quickly, but she pinched herself several times, but she just couldn't wake up. She couldn't do anything, and she couldn't do anything. She

could only stand in front of the table and stare at the two eggs, just like Mr. Long who pretended not to be hungry.

Her eyes turned red from looking at them.

It was getting dark outside, and Mu Wanwan could hardly see anything.

She felt a little annoyed, thinking that she was really worrying about nothing. It was just a dream anyway. This dragon could choose not to eat or not, but if he wanted to raise the spiritual eggs as his son, then he would raise them. Mu Wanwan sat down on the bed in the dark in a bit of annoyance, and lay down in a bit of annoyance, even occupying his pillow.

The bed was a bit hard, but the pillow was soft, without any strange smell, only a little bit of Mr. Long's smell, a bit like when he was in the plant dragon state, not bad.

Is it dragon energy?

Mu Wanwan couldn't help but rubbed it twice, and her face turned red when she realized what she was doing.

Is she poisonous?

She has poor night vision, and after it gets completely dark, she can basically not see anything. The room was quiet for a long time, and Mr. Xiaolong's stomach stopped growling without knowing when.

Mu Wanwan felt a little sleepy, and she actually wanted to sleep in the dream world. She half-closed her eyes, listened to the rustling sounds in the dark, and felt Mr. Xiaolong gradually walking towards her. She was actually a little nervous.

But she didn't get nervous for long, and she felt something hit her face.

Mu Wanwan watched the quilt pass over his face, and he didn't feel any pain, so he realized that he was really dreaming.

Mr. Long piled the mattress and quilt on the side of the bed where Mu Wanwan was, and the same with the pillow. And he just lay on the bed.

Mu Wanwan came out from under the quilt, looked at his shadow in the dark, and curled up into a ball.

Is he going to sleep?

Mu Wanwan probably guessed something, that Mr. Long probably felt that he was too dirty today and couldn't dirty the bed, so he chose not to cover himself with the quilt.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan felt as if something was scratching his heart, and it was a bit painful.

She wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything. She wanted to reach out and touch his horns, but she could only touch the cold air.

"Big Treasure, Little Treasure." Just when Mu Wanwan was very sad, Mr. Long suddenly spoke again.

He called the names of the two eggs, and then said in a voice so soft that it was almost a whisper, "Hurry up..."

"Be born quickly..."

...

...

The next day, Mu Wanwan woke up to the sound of noisy rain. She thought she should have woken up, but when she opened her eyes, she saw Mr. Xiaolong's shabby roof again.

She was stunned for a few seconds before sitting up. Mr. Xiaolong was not in the house, and the canopy on the wooden frame was gone. Mu Wanwan looked at the steamed bun on the table that was a little short, then looked at the two eggs, and walked out through the door.

It was still raining outside, dripping, and the sky was gloomy, but it was obvious that it was morning.

Mu Wanwan felt a little ashamed. How could she fall asleep in the dream world? Moreover, she could actually walk through walls. If she had known earlier, she would have walked in through those dozen alleys yesterday.

But why can't I wake up from this dream?

Mu Wanwan was a little helpless. She went through the wall and went outside. She looked around but couldn't see any trace of Mr. Long. She had to go back to the small house and stared at the two eggs in a daze. After a long time, it was almost dark outside. Mu Wanwan walked out a little worriedly.

Before she took two steps, she heard a cat's meow suddenly from behind.

"Meow~"

She raised her head and saw a cat standing on the wall at a glance.

To be precise, it was a two-tailed cat.

It has two tails and its fur is very beautiful. It doesn't look like a stray cat, but more like a domestic one.

The cat jumped down from the wall lightly, wagging its tail and walked around Mr. Long's house twice in a humane way, then rolled on the ground a few times, making its beautiful fur dirty.

Mu Wanwan: "......?"

She didn't quite understand what the cat was doing, but after getting itself dirty, the cat didn't do anything else. It just quietly stood guard at the door of Mr. Long's house, squatting by the wall with its tail wagging.

Mu Wanwan waited with it.

After about an hour, the man and the cat finally arrived at Mr. Long. He had more wounds than yesterday, and the wounds on his hands and face, which had healed a little, were bleeding again.

He walked towards his "home", his alert golden pupils gradually turned black, and when he looked over here, he showed an expression that could be called joy -

his eyebrows were relaxed, his pink lips were slightly raised, his eyes were gentle, and there were drops of water on his eyelashes. It was a very gentle expression.

Mu Wanwan felt very embarrassed for a moment, but soon she realized with a sour taste that Mr. Long was not smiling at her at all.

"Meow~" The two-tailed cat walked to his side, and Mr. Long bent down and took out a steamed bun from his pocket, which was similar to the one yesterday. He tore off the slightly moldy skin on the outside, broke off a piece and placed it in a relatively drier place.

The two-tailed cat called to him again, and then lowered his head to eat.

Mr. Long pulled the hat of his hood with one hand to try to cover his ears, and held half a steamed bun in the other hand, half squatting on the ground. The blood on his paws and tail was flowing on the ground, wetting the fur of the two-tailed cat.

Mu Wanwan walked to his side and watched him feed most of the steamed bun to the cat little by little. He felt a little bitter in his heart -

this was probably his harvest for the day. Was Mr. Long such a gentle dragon before? He could raise eggs, feed cats, build houses, and work hard to earn food to support himself.

He was so small, such a small dragon.

"Ah~" The two-tailed cat probably had eaten almost enough, so it called out to him and jumped onto the wall. Mu Wanwan saw it turn around and look at Mr. Long.

She didn't know why, but she felt a little uneasy. She watched the little Mr. Long slowly stand up and walk to the side of the room, his eyes sparkling, "Daddy is back."