After waking up from the dream, time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was already a week later.

Mr. Long was still the same as before, but Mu Wanwan felt that he seemed to have more small movements than before when he was lying down. For example, sometimes when feeding him porridge, she could feel that his whole body was shaking a little unnaturally. For another example, he seemed not to be in as much pain as before -

his pale face would occasionally have a touch of blood, and the eerie lines that moved from time to time seemed to be suppressed, and would only move occasionally. And the tail, although it lost the tip of the tail, it has grown better now and is no longer rotten. The scales have also changed from the previous withered yellow to the current semi-withered yellow state, which is much better than the last time she went out.

At this rate, maybe in another year? Or maybe not a year, maybe in a few months, Mr. Long will wake up.

Occasionally, when she thought that maybe after he woke up, he would become the tyrant with only a code name in the memory of his original body, Mu Wanwan would still feel a little sad. After all, she had raised the dragon for such a long time. Although he would not move, he would not hurt her, which gave her endless motivation.

Besides, she had kissed him and drank his blood...

Although she couldn't tell whether she was looking forward to Mr. Long waking up or hoping that he would continue to sleep, she was really happy about the changes in Mr. Long.

In addition to Mr. Long, Maoju is also in good condition. The wound on its little wing has healed a lot, it has stopped bleeding, and the flesh is almost healed. However, there is no hair on the injured part before, it is completely bald, and only covered with a layer of small feathers, which does not look very good.

But it only looks like it is in very good condition, just short of climbing up the roof and tearing off the tiles.

It seems to be very interested in Mr. Long's pair of furry ears. From time to time, it will jump onto the bed, step on Mr. Long's face and rub his ears. Once, after Mu Wanwan cultivated the spiritual plants and returned to the room, he saw Maoju rubbing Mr. Long's ears, and opened his tender yellow beak, looking like he wanted to peck off some fur to take back to play.

Fortunately, she moved quickly, otherwise Mr. Long would be in trouble. Just think about it, Mr. Long, who was originally cute because of his furry ears, has completely lost his fur and turned into a slippery scaly dragon...

"Chirp!" Maybe the food has been good recently. Meng Meng wakes up full of energy every day. In addition to Mr. Long's ears, his favorite place is the small basket that Mu Wanwan uses to hatch spirit eggs.

He squatted carefully in the only empty space in the basket, and then stuffed his increasingly plump little body into it, stretched out his two small wings and struggled to cover the two spirit eggs, holding one at a time.

Although he is very small, his small wings can only cover a small half of the spirit eggs.

Every time Mu Wanwan saw this loving scene, she couldn't help but want to laugh.

It was also because of Maoju's existence that she felt that the days of working non-stop were not so difficult.

These days, Mu Wanwan has been working hard to cultivate seeds. Although she has advanced, the success rate of seed cultivation has decreased. The cultivation rate of the second-level Green Star Grass is only about 70%, and the Baizhen Fruit is even lower, at about 60%.

Moreover, the cultivated seedlings also require a lot of spiritual power to nourish every day, so even though seven or eight days have passed, she has only cultivated eleven second-level Green Star Grasses and nine second-level Baizhen Fruits.

Because Mengmeng has not reached the first level yet, she still feeds it with the fruits cultivated from the remaining first-level seeds. As for a certain dragon, the food has improved a little.

"Mr. Long, it's time to eat."

Mu Wanwan prepared dinner, picked a fruit of the green star grass that she had cultivated with great effort, and fed it to Long. The second-level green star grass fruit is also translucent, the juice inside is a little more concentrated, and the fruit is a little bigger. Usually, she only feeds Mr. Long one a day.

Mr. Tianlong gradually absorbed some of the spirit stones that were brought back, and there were still two medium-grade spirit stones and three low-grade spirit stones left.

Mu Wanwan still had two low-grade spirit stones on her body. Occasionally, when she was too tired from cultivating seeds, she would inhale a spirit stone to cheer herself up as if to prolong her life.

After dinner, before nightfall and before it was too cold, Mu Wanwan washed the dishes, boiled some water, cleaned herself and Mr. Long briefly, and prepared to do some handicrafts before going to bed.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the probability of cloudy days is getting higher and higher. It is not dry cold, but wet cold. It is painful to wash anything every time. It is only slightly better in the house. She bought some warm stones last time, and the temperature in the house is higher than outside.

"What should I embroider tonight?" Mu Wanwan was lying on the bed with a warm stone in the quilt, which can provide some temperature like a hot water bottle. She half leaned against the wall and looked at the yawning Maoqiu on the bedside table.

"Embroider another Mengmeng?" Mu Wanwan thought about it and decided not to embroider Mengmeng anymore. She had already embroidered many fur balls, so it would be better to embroider a gibbon, which should be easier to sell.

"Chi~"

It was getting late, and Mengmeng chirped faintly. She lay down on a warm stone that Mu Wanwan had specially placed next to her quilt, and closed her black bean-like eyes.

The oil lamp also gradually dimmed. Mu Wanwan was halfway through embroidering when she felt her neck was a little sore. She stopped, got out of bed, and gently packed up her things.

"Good night, Mr. Long."

Before going to bed, Mu Wanwan greeted a dragon beside her as usual, then closed her eyes and fell asleep quickly.

Mr. Long slowly moved only after he heard her steady breathing and carefully confirmed with his mind that the damned chick was fast asleep.

The quilt had dried two days ago, and Mu Wanwan no longer slept with Mr. Long. Now he occupied most of the jade bed at the inside, and would not be noticed if he moved occasionally. His

long black eyelashes trembled slightly, and Mr. Long slowly opened his eyes.

The warm light from the lamp oil that had not yet burned out was reflected in his dark pupils. He blinked slowly, shook his ears, and felt the hair on his ears a little painful, and frowned -

he knew that the chick had pecked his hair when he was asleep during the day!

However, thinking about the close contact with his wife later, Mr. Long was still looking forward to it. He even swung his tail slightly on the quilt happily.

Well, the first step of close contact is to make yourself look better.

Mr. Long blushed slightly and mobilized the spiritual power in his body. After a faint white light, the dragon changed from a face full of black and red curse marks and a head with broken horns to a human with black hair, narrow phoenix eyes, and a handsome face.

A long injured dragon tail also turned into two powerful long legs.

Although he lost the tip of his tail, his body was still intact when he turned into a human form. It's just that he would limp a little when walking and his sense of balance is very poor. However, as for his face, it shouldn't have become much uglier, right?

Mr. Long silently raised his arm and gently touched his cheek.

He has nothing now, and only this face is still okay.

So even at night when his wife is asleep, he doesn't know what state of mind he is in, he has to waste some spiritual power and turn into a human form. What should he do to his wife

today ? A few days ago, he grabbed her hand too much, because he enjoyed the feeling of being hugged by his wife, and gradually he was a little dissatisfied. He even wanted to kiss her, is it too much? Mr. Long turned his body to the side, with many thoughts in his mind, but his face was as calm as a mountain, which is a good inheritance of the facial paralysis from childhood to adulthood. His long black hair spread on the pillow, his phoenix eyes were filled with a golden light of expectation, a flash of honey-like color, his thin lips pursed, his gaze fell on her, as if there was a light tenderness - she was much more beautiful than when he first saw her with his consciousness. Her skin was whiter, and although her eyelashes were not very long, they were curved and very cute. When she opened her eyes, she was like bright stars, and when she closed her eyes, she was as quiet as an ink painting. Her long hair was scattered on the pillow, her ear tips and lips were pink, and her collarbone was prominent. She was not the kind of beauty that would make you fall in love with her at first sight, but every part of her had grown into the look he liked. Just one look and he couldn't help himself, and he fell deeper and deeper. What's more, she was so good, so good. A dull pain came from his heart, and Mr. Long's eyes dimmed a little - he initially thought that she was just a human with ordinary talent. Although it was unlucky for her to marry him, he would definitely protect her with his life when he got better. But later, after eating so many fruits cultivated by her spiritual power, how could he not know that her talent was not ordinary. She had such a high cultivation success rate at the second level, and the spiritual plants she cultivated were much higher in quality than those of the same level and had the special function of dispelling curses. How could this be considered ordinary? In this continent, monsters gradually rise up. The curse of the abyss monsters cannot be completely dispelled by strong men below level 5. The curse of the witch clan is also becoming more and more vicious. Before, only Jinjiang grass and pills refined at a great cost had miraculous effects on the curse. Now, he has a wife. Although she is still very weak now and is even forced to be tied to him, if he wakes up, gives her some guidance on refining pills, gives her some resources, and gives her some time, she will definitely grow up according to her diligence. By then, the master of refining pills that can dispel curses will be a guest of honor wherever he goes. Even in the most noble special life alliance, he can have a place. In fact, she will become more and more outstanding and more and more dazzling. Although he is good-looking, there are many people in the world who are as good-looking as him. What's more, she has never seen his human form. What if he is not the type she likes? His idea of ​​​​tying people to his side is indeed selfish. Now that he has no horns, his strength is greatly reduced. Even if all the seven broken pieces of the proto-nucleus are linked together, he can only restore 80% of his original strength. He can't beat a seventh-level strongman, and he will die if he is surrounded by a sixth-level siege. Even if he doesn't use spiritual power, he will walk like a cripple. It is hard to say whether he can take back all the power from Ao Qin. Letting her follow him is really a very bad dragon. He should let her go free. He should let her go free. Now she doesn't know he's awake, and is only taking care of him out of responsibility and sympathy. Mr. Long couldn't help thinking of that hug, and could only deceive himself into thinking that she was just cold, she was just cold, and she didn't have any feelings for him. But even so, even though he knew that his behavior was not that of a gentleman, even though he felt that he was as shady as a mouse, Mr. Long still decided to indulge himself. She knew nothing, she was sleeping soundly, and he was gentle, so she wouldn't know. With his heart clenched, beating uncomfortably and violently, Mr. Long moved gently, wrapped in the quilt, and moved little by little above Mu Wanwan. With his arms propped on both sides of the pillow, he looked at her sleeping face greedily. Fortunately, Mu Wanwan's sleep was not very light. She was lying on her side, and she only fluttered her eyelashes when she felt the change of light and shadow, but did not wake up. I really want to... really want to... kiss her. His blood gradually boiled, and Mr. Long's forehead was covered with restrained sweat. His cheeks were red, but his expression was cold, his brows were wrinkled, and he looked very reluctant. "Madam..." He heard himself say softly, his voice was hoarse and low, and it echoed in the quiet room with a terrible obsessive desire. "I..." Mr. Long turned his head slightly, his face flushed more obviously, and his brows wrinkled tighter. He wanted to say, can I kiss you? Just like every time Mu Wanwan wanted to touch his ear, bullying the sleeping person. But he obviously couldn't say it, and just said "I", as if it was going to kill Long. Old Long, who had been single for many years, really couldn't say it. Mr. Long had been brewing for a long time, with a cold expression of deep hatred and hatred, and after a long time, he finally said "I". The spiritual power in his body was rapidly dissipating. Mr. Long was entangled for nearly a quarter of an hour, but still couldn't say it, so he had to decide to let himself go. He silently simulated the scene in his mind where his wife agreed, and then slowly bent down and closed the distance between the two. Her face gradually enlarged and got closer to him. Mr. Long's heartbeat became faster and faster, and his blood surged. The two of them could smell each other's breath, and her warm breath sprayed on his lips, bringing about a terrible shudder. No, he couldn't stand it anymore. Mr. Long's face turned red, but he still couldn't kiss her. He slowly, slowly, and carefully touched her cheek. Very lightly, like an illusion. Mr. Long was almost out of breath. Despite his serious expression, he couldn't resist the blush on his face. He didn't notice that his ears popped out the moment he touched Mu Wanwan. At this moment, the ears that could reveal his mood were rising and falling with the sound of his suppressed breathing. After an unknown amount of time, Mr. Long calmed down a little. He felt the little spiritual power left in his body and thought shamelessly, how about another kiss? Just as Mr. Long was blushing and shaking his ears, ready to give her another kiss, Mu Wanwan seemed to suddenly realize something. She opened her sleepy eyes, fluttered her eyelashes, and looked like she was about to wake up.

Every time her eyelashes trembled, Mr. Long's heart trembled, and the sweetness that had just risen turned into a fear as hard as ice.

He even suddenly felt disgusted. His pupils contracted and his body instinctively tensed up. When he reacted, he had already bent down and buried his head in the pillow beside her neck, trying to cover up his secret kiss with the ostrich's method.

Mu Wanwan only felt that something was pressing on her and she was very uncomfortable. She was half asleep and only felt the fur around her neck.

Mr. Long was extremely nervous. You know, his wife had never woken up in the middle of the night a few nights ago. He had let down his guard. Mr. Long was very uneasy, but when he heard Mu Wanwan's words, his heart, which was about to fall off the cliff, was suspended by the branches again.

"Mengmeng..." Mu Wanwan called her Maojiu's name vaguely, "You ran to the bed to sleep again..."

Maojiu?

Mr. Long's ears trembled, and an idea flashed through his mind. He struggled to tense his body, and his handsome face was burning.

He whispered in her ear, the kind of cute sound that he despised the most, the one he had complained about countless times in his heart, the sound that was unique to Maoqiu -

"Chiu..."

The sound was low, hoarse, and soft, with only a slight rise at the end. It was not cute at all.

Unexpectedly, Mu Wanwan didn't hear it.

She was half asleep and half awake. She wanted to wake up, but then she felt that Maoqiu was too heavy. She tried it and then lay down again, "Hmm... I've gained weight."

Mr. Long only felt that her soft body gently touched his chest through the quilt. His whole dragon was about to explode. In order to lower his wife's vigilance, he whispered "Chiu~" twice.

Then, he blushed and quickly returned to his original position.

God knows he almost stopped breathing. Mr. Long's heart was beating violently. He felt that his life would be lost sooner or later in Mu Wanwan's hands.

Before he could calm down, Mu Wanwan felt that something was wrong.

Even though Mao Jiu had gained weight, he couldn't have gained that much weight, right? And why did she feel that Mao Jiu's voice was strange? The more she

thought about it in her dream, the weirder it seemed. Did she see a ghost?

This thought suddenly appeared in her mind. Mu Wanwan suddenly opened her eyes, gasped twice, and half sat up. The lights in the room were almost burned out, leaving only a little dim light. She subconsciously looked at Mr. Long beside the pillow - the

furry ears were still there, but something was wrong, why were the black and red lines on the face gone?

Her heart suddenly jumped up, combined with the guess that there was something fishy going on, Mu Wanwan's heart was pounding wildly, and she felt like she was about to be scared to death. She called Mao Jiu's name incoherently -

"Meng Meng..."

"Meng Meng..."

"Jiu...?"

"Jiu!"

Hearing Mu Wanwan's call, Meng Meng struggled to get up and responded to her in a baby voice. It stared at Mu Wanwan with its big eyes, looking at her expression that looked like she was about to cry, and nimbly jumped from the bedside table to the bedside, jumped into her hand, and rubbed its little head against her palm.

"Chirp?"

The warm feeling came from her hand, and Mu Wanwan's heart gradually returned to the warm state. However, she was still trembling. The more she thought about it, the more scared she became. What if, what if, the person lying next to her was not Mr. Long, but a ghost? What should she do?

"Mengmeng..."

"Chirp!" Mengmeng responded to her loudly, and gave Mu Wanwan a loving rub to comfort her.

Mu Wanwan touched Mengmeng's little head, made up her mind, and suddenly looked at Mr. Long -

ah, it was still the familiar Mr. Long.

Lying there motionless and obediently.

She breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat that had been frightened her a little embarrassingly, gently put Maoqiu on the bedside table, climbed up and lit the lamp.

The room suddenly became bright, and Mu Wanwan was completely awake.

"I'm sorry, Mengmeng, I disturbed your sleep." She apologized to Mengmeng in a low voice, and in return she

heard a loud chirp. "Luckily you are here." She smiled and was about to say something to Mr. Long who was still lying there, when she heard a crisp sound of a shell breaking.

"Chirp!" The fur ball suddenly became excited, flapping its small wings that could not fully support its body, and glided all the way to the basket containing the spirit eggs.

Mu Wanwan also perked up, she put on a coat and walked to the table.

The light came on, and she could see the situation in the basket clearly -

two of the spirit eggs originally placed in the basket had a crack on them.

"Crack", "crack", it

slowly cracked.

Are the chicks about to hatch?

Mu Wanwan was a little surprised. She actually thought that these eggs would not hatch at first, after all, the temperature was so low. Although she bought a warm stone and covered them with a handkerchief, and Mengmeng also covered a few spirit eggs with her little wings from time to time, she did not hold out much hope.

In fact, the person selling the eggs said that these were first-level spirit eggs, and the probability of them not being hatched by a hen was very low. If they were not hatched for more than five days, they could generally be given as extra food.

But perhaps because of the experience of Mr. Long's dream, she had some feelings for them. She was originally going to eat them if they were not hatched after ten days, but now she had such a big surprise.

If only Mr. Xiaolong was here.

If Mr. Xiaolong saw his babies hatched, he would be very happy, right?

Mu Wanwan looked at the two fragile chicks with gentle eyes, breaking out of the shells little by little, and making crisp, begging-for-food calls towards the first bird they saw, Mengmeng =_=!

But Mengmeng didn't think anything was wrong and happily chirped to greet them.

Mu Wanwan was embarrassed and couldn't help laughing.

Well, the chicks have hatched, and she probably won't have to sleep tonight.

While busy planning what to do next, Mu Wanwan's expression was so happy and gentle that she didn't even notice it.

Mr. Long slowly withdrew his consciousness, and his heart, which had almost been caught, calmed down. Looking at Mu Wanwan, Maojiu and the newly hatched, ugly spirit chicks, Mr. Long's lips slightly raised, but his eyes were a little sour.

He, he knew it a long time ago.

He knew it a long time ago.

He knew it the second year after he lost his "home" and was forced to flee.

Eggs that grow like this are magical eggs, and they cannot hatch dragon cubs.

Even if the magical eggs are named Dabao and Xiaobao, they cannot hatch.

The author has something to say: Mr. Long (hoarse and low): "Chiu..."