Just like yesterday, Mr. Xiaolong quietly took off his hat, combed his long hair, dragged his tail and gently touched his two precious eggs, then carefully and restrainedly ate a small half of the steamed bun he brought back yesterday. It was the first time that

Mu Wanwan saw Mr. Long eating while awake.

It was very different from when he was lying down. He held the small steamed bun in his hands and chewed it in small bites. He ate very elegantly, which seemed a bit out of place in this house.

Mr. Xiaolong only ate half of the steamed bun. Mu Wanwan stood behind him, watching Mr. Xiaolong, who was not even as tall as her chest, with his head slightly lowered. There were still drops of water on his long eyelashes that had not been shaken off just now.

She suddenly felt a little distressed.

She wanted to wake up from this dream as soon as possible. She didn't want to see Mr. Long like this again.

After finishing the pitiful amount of steamed buns with satisfaction, Mr. Long finished his meal for the day. He didn't rest like yesterday, but walked to the table and took out a few wooden boards from the drawer.

Mu Wanwan had never noticed before that this table actually had a drawer.

He half squatted, his palms turned into sharp claws, and began to... rub the wooden boards?

Mr. Long took a slightly damp wooden board, first broke off the obviously wet parts, and then used his claws to grind the remaining good parts into a shape that could be stuck together.

Mu Wanwan watched for a long time before realizing what he was doing. The five wooden boards were embedded together, like a small bed.

He had been fiddling with these wooden boards since he came back until night. It was dark and Mu Wanwan could hardly see. She had no choice but to sit on the bed and wait until he was about to fall asleep. Only then did Mr. Long stop.

Perhaps because he was very satisfied with his work, Mr. Long's eyes were a little sparkling, shining with golden light. Mu Wanwan unconsciously smiled -

even if Mr. Long was in trouble in the future, he was just a little dragon cub now, so it must be normal for him to be childish?

But she didn't feel relieved for long before she heard his childish and hoarse voice, "Dabao's bed is ready."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Mu Wanwan: "???"

So it's not a toy, it's Dabao's bed? ?

She was a little speechless, and then she heard Mr. Xiaolong say apologetically, "There is no material left, Daddy will make Xiaobao's tomorrow."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Mr. Long solemnly promised that he would not go back on his word, and then he dragged his dragon tail, which was not yet healed, and lay straight on the wooden board.

Mu Wanwan could see his expression -

very calm, with a pair of dark eyes occasionally flashing with expectation, his brows relaxed, and she didn't know what he was thinking about, and occasionally a faint smile would appear on his lips.

Obviously, there were still many wounds on his body, and she could feel that his face was pale with pain.

"Good night, Dabao, Xiaobao."

Mr. Long whispered and slowly closed his eyes. He was very tired and soon fell asleep. His breathing was a little heavy and twitching. His tail also swept the bed twice, winding with a trace of blood.

Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Xiaolong's childish face and felt very sad -

her Mr. Xiaolong, is it because he is too lonely and there is no one to talk to that he treats the two spirit eggs like this?

Mu Wanwan slowly reached out and wanted to touch his head, but she could only touch the damp and cold head with water stains on it, and could not bring him any comfort.

She pursed her lips and closed her eyes, but she couldn't fall asleep.

…

Mu Wanwan spent three days in this dream that was extremely real. When she opened her eyes on the fourth day and saw the broken ceiling of Mr. Xiaolong's house, she was already very calm.

She got up from the bed and walked to the table to greet the two eggs that seemed to have really grown a little bigger, "Dabao, Xiaobao, good morning."

Then, while Mr. Long was still grooming himself, she followed him with her chin in her hands like a piao.

She was in a spirit state now, and apart from some sense of touch, she would not feel hungry. "Mr. Xiaolong, are we still going to that place to hunt today?"

She pretended that he could hear her. "Forget it, that white dragon is not easy to deal with. Weren't you blown away by one claw of his yesterday? Luckily you ran fast."

"Let's go and bully that stupid big black dragon."

Mu Wanwan suggested sincerely, and then watched Mr. Long tidy up his hunting tent, and before leaving, he touched Dabao and Xiaobao and left.

Mu Wanwan pursed her lips, but she still followed him. But when she woke up today, she didn't know why, she always felt a little uneasy in her heart.

This time, Mr. Xiaolong did not go to the territory of the tough white dragon, nor did he provoke the silly black dragon boy. He just avoided pedestrians all the way and went to a very far place.

Although he had no shoes, his speed was not slow. There was a layer of scales on the soles of his feet. He usually walked in remote places and occasionally climbed walls.

Mu Wanwan followed him for a few days and got used to it. He just followed him by going through the wall. Fortunately, the weather has been better recently. Although it is still cloudy, it is not raining. Many places are not particularly slippery, and the grip of the dragon claws is still good.

"Where are you going, Mr. Long?" They had been running for a long time, and Mu Wanwan was a little tired. She watched the little dragon jumping around vigorously all the way, and she almost had no strength to chase him.

The scenery around them gradually changed. Mu Wanwan guessed that they had left the Dark Alley Area 7 and arrived at another place.

There were fewer buildings around, fewer people, and fewer orphans from the dragon clan and other clans. However, there were more and more plants.

They ran for a while, and Mr. Long finally stopped. They arrived at their destination -

a large and somewhat desolate garbage dump.

Unlike the Dark Alley Area 7, which was mostly domestic garbage, the garbage here was mostly large garbage, such as broken tables, chairs, benches, rags and wood chips.

Mu Wanwan probably guessed what he was going to do. These days, when Mr. Xiaolong was looking for food, he would also pay attention to see if there were any wood blocks, but he never found a suitable one. Maybe he was a little anxious and wanted to take advantage of the clear weather today to find some wood to make a bed for Xiaobao?

Mu Wanwan was simply at a loss for words, but her body still honestly started to help Mr. Xiaolong find wood blocks, although she couldn't really help him.

Since there was little food here, orphans usually didn't come here often, so Mr. Long's search was relatively easy. He had his eyes on a broken bed, but there were already several little beastmen around.

Mu Wanwan saw that Mr. Long's expression became fierce in an instant, with scales faintly appearing on his cheeks and his palms turning into claws. He moved like a ghost, exerted force on his feet, and immediately rushed to the defenseless beastmen cubs and pressed the leading beastman boy to the ground.

The claws were against his neck, and it growled at him softly, its eyes flashing with golden light, and its lips had two sharp fangs, "The bed is mine."

Mu Wanwan was familiar with his ferocious expression when fighting, but the little beastman who was pressed by his claws was trembling with fear, and the beast patterns on his face were exposed, "Here, here you go."

Mr. Xiaolong did not hurt him, but slowly retracted his claws, "Get out."

The little beastman hurriedly climbed up from the ground, and the other cubs screamed as if they had just woken up from a dream -

"It's an evil star, run!"

"Dogu was touched by him! Dogu is going to be cursed!"

"Woo, bastard dragon, woo, woo..."

Mu Wanwan was almost angry to death when she heard the group of cubs running away while cursing Mr. Long. She really wanted to beat up all these little brats. Why did they call him an evil star and a bastard dragon?

What did it mean that she would be cursed if she was touched? She had taken care of Mr. Long for so many days, why hadn't she been cursed?

But Mr. Long might be familiar with such words. She had heard them many times in the past few days. Every time, Mr. Long just let them say it calmly with a cold look.

She thought he was not sad until one night, when she saw him crying.

That day, he was just called a bastard dragon and had no father.

Mr. Long let them talk during the day and just snatched away the food they were fighting for.

At night, when he returned to his "home", he was very quiet, and it was rare for him to endure hugging his pillow in his dirty state. His two ears drooped down, the arc was terribly low, tears hung on his eyelashes, and he did not sob, but just curled up silently.

This time, he was the same, listening to them scolding him very calmly, and then removed the intact wooden boards from the bed.

He did not waste them, and removed all the usable parts. He

probably got the materials he needed, and although the sky gradually became gloomy, Mr. Xiaolong's mood improved a little, and he started to hurry back.

Mu Wanwan felt a dull pain in his heart. A day was almost over, and he hadn't eaten anything yet. In fact, it had been two days, and he had only eaten a little steamed bread.

His eyes were a little sore again, and he couldn't get angry. He followed Mr. Long, who was in a good mood, back in a depressed mood.

But the weather was not good. Halfway through the journey, it started to rain again, mixed with some broken hailstones, hitting his head, which was a little painful.

Mr. Dragon stopped while running. Mu Wanwan thought something happened to him and walked forward worriedly. As a result, she saw this fastidious dragon cub unbuttoning his gray cloak, taking off the baby cloak that could barely cover his ears, and wrapping himself tightly with several wooden boards.

Several small pieces of ice hit his horns and split him in half.

Mu Wanwan: “…”

She followed him helplessly. As the sky became increasingly gloomy, the uneasy feeling in her heart became stronger. She didn’t have the energy to observe the terrain. She could only follow him through the increasingly cold rain curtain, slowly getting closer and closer to his home.

When passing through several winding alleys, Mu Wanwan's heart suddenly jumped. In the sewage, the two-headed snake that scared her before has now turned into a snake corpse, floating on the water, smelling bad.

The feeling of uneasiness in her heart became stronger and stronger. Mu Wanwan lowered her consciousness and glanced at Mr. Long. His fringe was wet by the rain and was hanging on his forehead. His lips were tightly pursed. He seemed to have no expression, but his feet moved faster.

Mu Wanwan didn't care about the suffocation of her calves being submerged in dirty water. She had gotten used to it in the past few days. She just sped up and ran, but she ran at the same speed as Mr. Long before, but still couldn't catch up with the man.

He was probably a little flustered, his feet had completely turned into claws, and every time he jumped, he would carve deep marks into the wall.

Mu Wanwan couldn't outrun him, and when she finally turned the corner, she was nailed to the spot -

the house that was still in good condition before she left in the morning was now almost broken into gravel, with rocks collapsing, wooden boards torn apart, and thatch falling on the dirty ground, covered with mud.

The wooden door was dismantled and thrown aside at an angle, with two bloody broken tails on it, the tails of a two-tailed cat.

Mu Wanwan burst into tears, and she felt the world in front of her blurry. She subconsciously wanted to see Mr. Long's expression, but she only saw him lowering his head slightly, and pinching his palm with his claws.

"Ha, why has this beast made himself so dirty recently?" A harsh voice sounded, and Mu Wanwan looked at a tall and strong dragon jumping down from the wall with red eyes.

"So this is where you, the evil star, live." A sly smile flashed across his face. "I usually don't bother to pay attention to you, but I don't know what's wrong with this beast. It comes to your place every few days. A few days ago, it brought back your blood, causing Lily to quarrel with me!"

The dragon clan held a cat without a tail in one hand and two familiar white eggs in the other hand. Mu Wanwan felt cold all over in an instant.

The cat was dead, its tail was cut off, and hung on Mr. Long's door as a protest.

His Dabao and Xiaobao were also held in someone's hand. With a little force...

"Give it back to me..."

Mr. Xiaolong's palms were covered in blood, and the wooden board he brought back with great effort fell to the ground with a dull sound. He stared at the green dragon, his eyes turned golden, and his fangs came out. "Give it back to me."

"Give it back to me!"

"Oh, give it back to you." The green dragon picked up the dead cat with disdain and threw it far away. He laughed at the way Mr. Long jumped to the ground to catch it, as if he was enjoying his plight.

Mu Wanwan was so angry that she was about to explode. Her heart was throbbing with pain. She didn't care whether she was in a spirit state or not. She just wanted to go up and smash the green dragon's head. But she was destined to have no way. Even before she jumped to the side of the green dragon, she saw his scales appearing all over his body, opening his big mouth, and swallowing Dabao and Xiaobao in front of Mr. Long's almost frozen gaze.

"Pah, it's unpalatable, it's all spoiled." Qinglong spat twice, and when his eyes met Mr. Long's expression, he put on an interested smile, "Hey, hey, didn't they say you were an unlucky star? Why do I feel like you're a little girl, and you're crying?"

As he spoke, he seemed to have suddenly thought of something and laughed, "You don't really think that the two eggs they deliberately placed on the road are dragon eggs? Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter."

Mu Wanwan listened to his ridicule and felt a splitting headache and a feeling that her heart was torn apart. At this moment, her senses seemed to be synchronized with Mr. Long. She felt that her body was slowly getting bigger, and the eyes of the dragons opposite her were getting more and more surprised, and they were getting smaller and smaller.

Soon, he also turned into a dragon.

There were angry dragon roars in her ears and bloody scales in her eyes. Mu Wanwan felt dizzy and her whole body was in pain. Her vision gradually blurred. When she came to her senses again, the battle was over.

The blue dragon was bitten to death and fell from the sky with its eyes like copper bells.

The dragon roars in her ears still did not stop. She heard the long dragon roars coming from all directions. Many angry and excited dragons rushed to this once peaceful little corner.

Her body felt like it was being torn apart. Mu Wanwan felt that she was about to wake up. She tried to open her eyes, but could only vaguely see a dragon covered with scales. He was shrouded in a hazy mist, and his original form could not be seen clearly. He just ran desperately into the distance.

He ran without looking back.

He shed a large amount of blood, like tears.

It was Mr. Long.

It was Mr. Long.

...

Suddenly opening her eyes, Mu Wanwan gasped twice, touched her sweaty forehead without feeling, her eyes were full of tears.

She looked at her palms, turned her head not really, and saw Mr. Long sleeping soundly beside her.

Mu Wanwan bit her lip, a little afraid that she was still in a dream, just tentatively reached out to touch his arm. It was

warm, soft, and touchable.

It was real, the real Mr. Long.

Mr. Long with warmth.

Mu Wanwan's emotions suddenly became a little unbearable, she wanted to tell herself that she was just dreaming, and the things that happened in the dream were fake, but that dream was so real.

It was so real that he was a little unwilling to believe that it was just a dream. She wanted to believe that Mr. Xiaolong existed, even though the past was too tragic for Mr. Long.

She still remembered Mr. Xiaolong's expression when the two eggs were eaten.

That expression of despair and hatred for his own incompetence, probably, he really thought that the two eggs belonged to the dragon.

"Mr. Long." Mu Wanwan didn't care about avoiding suspicion anymore, she called Mr. Long vaguely, much more gently than usual, and slowly moved to his side.

He was very hot, a little higher than Mr. Xiaolong's body temperature, and it passed through the thin cotton underwear and gradually reached her palm.

She felt very sad and just wanted to do all the things she hadn't done in her dream. She first reached out and touched his head, then hugged his arm and leaned her head on his shoulder.

So a certain dragon who had just successfully connected to a piece of prokaryotic nucleus and couldn't wait to wake up crashed as soon as he turned on his computer: "..."

Mr. Long was stunned. He didn't know what happened, but he could feel that she was hugging his arm tightly, as if she was very sad.

A soft and warm touch came from her body, spreading from his arms and shoulders little by little, like a fire, burning up little by little, and he felt his face starting to heat up.

Why did you suddenly hug, hug... hug him?

Although in Mu Wanwan's eyes, this was just the comfort she owed Mr. Xiaolong, and it could not be considered a hug in the strict sense, right? But in Mr. Long's eyes, as soon as he woke up, she hugged his arms and put her head on his shoulder. It was so, so, so frankly, it made Long too upset.

Her hair was a little long and her cheeks were very soft. She leaned on his shoulder, and her long hair slid across him, making him itchy.

"Stupid Long." Mu Wanwan hadn't recovered from the look in Mr. Xiaolong's eyes just now. She really wanted to tell him that it was just a spirit egg, not a dragon egg.

Moreover, according to Mr. Long’s behavior in the dream, he seemed not to care about other people’s opinions, but actually secretly wiped his tears. Mu Wanwan was really scared. The dragon would think that it was because he was unlucky and an evil star that the dragon eggs were discovered and the two-tailed cat was killed.

Thinking of this, she felt even more sad, angry and uncomfortable. She

was angry that she had nothing to do in this dream and couldn’t do anything. What kind of dragon is this? How could he be so stupid! He was so stupid that it made her feel distressed.

She felt aggrieved and sad, and called him a stupid dragon, but Mr. Long shyly shook his ears.

The author has something to say: Mr. Long (shy): "When I woke up, my wife not only hugged (→_→) me, but also called me by a nickname (???). I am so happy."