Chapter 44 Forty-four Dragons



Inside the Elf Market:

It was still early, gray, and the temperature was gradually dropping. It looked like it was going to snow. Uncle Zong had postponed the opening of the shop during this period, and was only open for two hours in the afternoon every day, concentrating on preparing things for the auction.

But today, there was a knock on the door of the shop very early.

The beastman who was not afraid of the cold wore a thin beast fur coat, holding his wife who had recovered a lot in recent days in his arms, frowning, "Who is it? Why are you

here so early in the morning?" Yun'er looked more healthy, perhaps because she had experienced the ups and downs of life and death, and the whole person had a more frivolous charm, "Brother Lei, let me go with you to take a look."

Uncle Zong had no choice but to let her go, climbed up and put on a thick fur coat for her, and opened the door with a sullen face.

"Uncle Zong." Feng was carrying a package on his back, holding Lan'er's arm tightly with his other hand, standing at the door in thin clothes, with a little bruise on his cheek, very fragile.

With a flash of surprise in his eyes, Uncle Zong pushed open the door, "Why are you here? Come in, it's cold outside."

Feng shook his head, his eyes fell on Aunt Yun beside Uncle Zong, and he smiled, "Aunt Yun."

"Aunt Yun." Lan'er, who was pulled by Feng, also half of her head was exposed, her cheeks were red and swollen, tears in her eyes, and she said in a low voice.

Aunt Yun looked at the child's ugly red eyes, but she felt distressed, "Why are you crying? Come in."

Feng shook his head firmly, "Aunt Yun, Uncle Zong, we are here to say goodbye today."

Uncle Zong suddenly got angry, "Say goodbye? What goodbye? Do you want to go somewhere else?"

Feng and Lan'er are just ordinary elves. Apart from being good at growing vegetables, they don't have any talent for cultivation. At most, they have a longer lifespan and more strength than ordinary humans. It's also very dangerous outside...

But looking at the injuries on their faces, could it be that they have been bullied recently?

This thought flashed through his mind, and the uncle suddenly felt guilty. In the past period of time, because Yun'er was in a bad state and his younger brother kept making trouble, he had almost no time to take care of the two siblings. Now it seems that they have probably encountered a situation where they can no longer survive in the elf tribe.

"Have you been bullied?" The uncle's expression suddenly became fierce, and the beast pattern on his forehead was looming.

Feng shook his head, "No, I just think that the elves are too noble and look down on those of us who are not blessed. We might as well leave here and go to a place where life is less stressful. If someone doesn't mind my legs, maybe I can find a sister-in-law for Lan'er."

He said it very easily, even with a hint of smile on his face, but the bruises at the corners of his lips were so ironic.

Lan'er couldn't hold back her tears, "I'm sorry, brother, I was wrong, I don't want to leave!"

Feng just held her hand tightly, pursed his lips, and the corners of his mouth that had finally risen fell a little, "Stop it!"

Lan'er was frightened by him and didn't dare to speak.

She didn't expect her brother to be so angry. After the ferocious dragon left, her brother woke up and beat her. You know, her brother had never beaten her before, even when she bought meat buns with the family's money because she wanted to eat meat.

Lan'er was precocious, so how could she not know why her brother was angry? But she didn't expect him to be so angry and even decide to leave their home.

That was their home. Even though it was sold to a rouge shop to treat her father's illness, it was still their home. She had lived here for seven or eight years and didn't want to leave at all.

But she didn't dare to say it, didn't dare to refute it, because she did something wrong.

"You..."

Uncle Zong wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Feng, "Uncle Zong, don't ask anymore, it's really nothing."

Aunt Yun looked at his determined eyes, stopped Uncle Zong who was about to lose control, and shook her head at him.

Uncle Zong sighed, "Where's the rent? Have you refunded it?"

"They said we left early and they won't refund it." Lan'er sobbed, "Brother, can we not leave?"

Feng couldn't laugh anymore, he squeezed her hand tightly and said nothing.

Uncle Zong looked at the two children who had grown up by his side, and finally softened his heart, "How about this, there is an auction the day after tomorrow, I need a helper, you help me this time, and leave after the auction is over."

Feng knew what he meant, and looked at him gratefully, "Uncle Zong, thank you, but I think today is a good day to set off."

He said so, Uncle Zong didn't know what to say, just looked at Aunt Yun, "Wait for me."

He turned and went into the house, and after a while, he took out a small Qiankun bag and stuffed it into Feng's pocket, "Uncle doesn't have anything good, just a little gift, I'll give it to you as travel expenses. If you still remember uncle in the future, bring Lan'er to the market to see us."

He touched Lan'er's head with his big hand, "Will Lan'er forget uncle Zong and your aunt Yun'er?"

"No, I won't forget!" Lan'er's face was already red from tears, and she threw herself into the arms of the clan uncle, "Wuwu, I don't want to

leave." Feng held the Qiankun bag in his hand, and he couldn't say the words of refusal. He felt that he was extremely despicable. On the one hand, he came to say goodbye, and on the other hand, he might have wanted to get some life-saving things from this beastman who was like an elder.

He didn't feel humiliated by the kindness of the clan uncle, but only felt guilty.

Feng dragged the crying Lan'er, took a deep look at the clan uncle and his wife, and left.

He carried his parents' ashes on his back, and his young sister was beside him. They still had a long way to go.

"Everyone has gone far away, don't look anymore." Uncle Zong closed the shop door impatiently, pulled Yun'er back, picked a Baizhen fruit and handed it to her, "It's time to eat the fruit."

Yun'er rolled her eyes at him, "Go and find out what's going on, and let your ungrateful brother outside take care of them."

Uncle Zong scratched his head, "I would have gone even if you didn't tell me, and Big Brother was not bad to us before."

Lan'er and his sister's father had helped them before, although it was only a small favor, but in the past two years, they have also helped Lan'er and his sister in secret, but this time, he was forced to leave when he was not paying attention.

How could he not go and find out what was going on.

"Yeah." Yun'er was still in a bad mood. After eating a fruit, she felt tired again. Uncle Zong settled the people down and went out.

Not long after Lan'er and his sister left, the temperature dropped. The rainy days that had lasted for many days ended, and a light snow fell from the sky. The auction was held as scheduled. The uncle mingled among a group of monks and carefully changed his appearance and body shape, looking more like a wolf orc.

The auction didn't last long. The wolf-like uncle walked out with a bad look on his face and bumped into the smug dragon Jin Qiang.

"Tsk, wolf." Jin Qiang was holding a beautiful fox slave he had just bought in his arms and looked down on him, "Quickly apologize to me!"

"Master, don't be angry." The fox slave had a charming appearance, her lips were soft and she gently pressed her soft hands on Jin Qiang's chest, which immediately suppressed his anger and aroused his lust.

The uncle was also careless and didn't want to cause trouble, "I'm sorry, senior, I'm blind."

"Hmph." Jin Qiang kicked him, "Get lost."

The uncle left immediately and Jin Qiang smugly kissed the beautiful woman on the face.

He could spend a fortune to buy this annoying little goblin this time, but it didn't matter, Master Jin Yan also participated in the auction. When he vented his anger, he would go to Master Jin Yan to ask for a reward.

He helped Master Jin Yan so much, shouldn't he get some reward?

Jin Qiang had a beautiful idea, but he didn't have any connections and didn't know how to get information. Naturally, he didn't know that Master Jin Yan, who he thought would definitely show him mercy, had returned three days ago and escaped from the secret realm with Bai Huan of the White Dragon Clan, carrying the poison and magic of the abyss monsters.

In a mansion far away from the Dragon Clan Market, Jin Yanhun was shrouded in a dark demonic aura. His skin cracked from time to time, revealing the bloody scales inside. He was half dragon and half human, and extremely ferocious.

He was in so much pain that he was about to die. His face, which was originally considered tough, became extremely ferocious. He roared loudly, "Where is the person! He hasn't come back yet?!"

"Sir, the people who went to the auction are back!" The maid's joyful voice came from outside. Jin Yan couldn't wait any longer and rushed out directly. He turned his palm into a dragon claw and pinched the subordinate who went to the auction. "Pills!"

The subordinate Jin Long's face turned pale with pain, but he didn't dare to complain at all. He took out the spoils of this time. "Sir, Lord Bai Huan has also sent people there. The money we brought is not enough. The Jinjiang grass was Buy half of it..."

Jin Yan took the bottle of fourth-grade Ningxue Dan from his hand with a distorted expression, stuffed a few pills in his mouth, and after a while, he spat out a mouthful of black blood. The mist on his body dissipated a little, and he felt relieved. He sneered, "Heh, that kid Bai Huan..."

He didn't say anything else, just snatched the top-grade Qiankun bag from his subordinate, waved his hand, "Get lost."

The subordinate's shoulder was dripping with blood, and he retreated with a respectful look.

Jin Yan took out a few top-grade spirit stones from the Qiankun bag. After a while, the cracked skin gradually healed. He summoned his own spirit cloud, and his consciousness explored the treasures in his Qiankun bag. A trace of pain and disgust flashed across his face. He summoned the spirit cloud and headed for the residence of the highly respected guest alchemist of the Golden Dragon Clan.

In the White Dragon Clan's territory, Bai Huan's situation was not much better. He was even more seriously injured than Jin Yan. This time he went to the secret realm left by the predecessors of the demon clan. Not only did he not get any precious cultivation methods, but he also encountered a sixth-level witch clan master and a group of fourth-level abyss monsters, and almost lost his life.

"Jin Yan..." Black blood flowed from Bai Huan's lips. He held the pills brought back by his subordinates, and his eyes were full of anger.

When he recovers, he must find Jin Yan to settle the score.

Let's not talk about how the two poisoned dragons were going to kill each other. Mu Wanwan was in a dilemma -

because Maoju liked to step on Mr. Long when she wasn't paying attention, and he never changed his ways.

Maoju was very smart and had been well fed during this period. His hair had grown a lot and his scarf was shinier than before. He looked very smart these days.

The spirit eggs he bought eventually hatched into only three chicks. Miraculously, all of them survived and had grown down after eating spirit fruits for a few days.

The size of the little chicks is a little bigger than modern chicks, and they are covered with a mixture of milky white and creamy yellow down, which is very cute. What's more amazing is that they all think that Maojiu is their mother. They

follow Maojiu every day to learn to walk. Considering that they are still very young, Mu Wanwan simply built a large basin in the house as their nest.

The little chicks are not dirty, but they are not as clean as Maojiu. They always get dirty when jumping around on the ground every day.

So there is such an embarrassing situation -

the weather is good today, Mu Wanwan took out the quilt covering Mr. Long to dry it, and then wanted to bask in the sun, so she thought about cultivating seeds in the yard.

After she had been busy for two or three hours, she returned to the house

and found Maojiu and three chicks jumping on Mr. Long.

Their feet were covered in mud and their wings were covered in dust. Mu Wanwan also saw a chick having diarrhea on his chest.

Mu Wanwan: “…”

“Meng Meng!” Mu Wanwan was a little angry and quickly grabbed the jumping balls and angrily tied them in a cage. Even Meng Meng, the instigator, who was smiling with big eyes and pretending to be cute, was not spared.

Mu Wanwan tied it together with the diarrhea chick, to let it experience what it means to share the same hardships and ugliness:)

Then she walked to the bed, looked at Mr. Long with a pale face and frown... and the dirt on his body, and got stuck in the problem of cleaning. She

had been here for more than a month, and she had never really given him a bath. She usually just scrubbed him, and fortunately he was not very dirty.

But this time, Mu Wanwan felt that she would feel bad if she didn't give him a bath, not to mention that she would have to sleep next to him at night.

"Mr. Long, how about I give you a bath?"

Mu Wanwan looked at his furry ears that were stepped on and said in a low voice.

So the dragon who just woke up and tried hard not to dislike the fur balls was confused -

in this embarrassing situation, should he wake up and wash himself, or pretend to be unconscious and let his wife wash him? (ω)

The author has something to say: Mr. Dragon (shaking his ears, serious face): "I am a serious dragon, so I choose to pretend to sleep!"


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